Her tail twitched nervously as she stalked her prey, an attractive male bathing by the pool. Her sensitive ears took in the sound of his movements, the splashing water, the coarse cloth roughly cleaning his tanned skin. This human had captured her attention the moment she had laid eyes on his physically perfect form. She had been following him for quite some time now, observing his habits and behaviors. He was cautious and very smart, usually standing aside from the rest of the herd as they wandered the plains. He could easily have led the group, but rather kept to himself. She had to have him.
Moving with the ease of the cat she was, she slowly edged closer, her claws sinking into the damp ground. Although she had the build and form of a slim human female, she was covered in soft brown and black striped fur and sported the eyes, nose (but not mouth), ears, and tail of a feline, which meant she could move with the agility and hunt with the skill of a cat while retaining the ability to walk upright and form words, though they all came out sounding rough and whispery. There were others like her, she knew, but all lacked the ability to please her, much less attract her in the first place.
It had been ages it seemed since her last encounter with a male. She wanted him, needed him even. She had decided to claim him as her own, whether he willed it or not.
She felt the growl rise in her throat as a female approached him. She tried too late to suppress it but the heads of several humans snapped towards her hiding place as their fear became pungent in the air. So much for her planned attack, she thought as she plunged through the brush and vaulted on all fours towards her male.
The screams of half a hundred humans filled the air as she sped towards the pool. The female who had approached him, as well as the rest of the herd, all began to flee frantically, all except her male, who stood firmly staring into her gleaming eyes.
Was he not frightened? Did he not fear for his own life? She was still running full speed towards his unmoving form, watching the water drip from his nude body and the rag still clutched in his hand, when she felt a whiz by her ear. She swirled to find a trembling warrior trying to reload his shaking bow. She hissed violently and started towards him. He screamed and whirled, attempting to run as she hit him. He fell hard, immediately curling into a tight ball as the whimpers erupted from his throat. She hissed again as she slowly circled him, her heart thumping loudly in her ears from the short chase. Her circles grew smaller and smaller and she was just about to tear into him when she felt a tug on her tail.
She turned hissing to find her male struggling to pull her away from the warrior. She slid back a foot or two before firmly planting her claws into the dirt. A low growl signaled her irritation as his grip tightened on her tail, unrelenting even though he knew she could easily overpower him. Her attention quickly switched from the crying thing on the ground to the brave and stubborn man in front of her.
Her arousal took her by surprise as she crouched staring at him. This feeling of resistance, of a creature actually standing up to her, was quite provocative. Her tail twitched in his grasp. She heard the crying man scramble up and start to run, but her eyes never left her males gaze.
