In the darkness of the night she looks to the moon for help, falling to her
knees she prays. Seeing the darkest of nights she feels more alone then she ever has. The hairs on the back of her neck rising she raises to her feet and runs, knowing there is something deadly wrong.
Hearing footsteps up ahead he rushes on ahead praying to the stars that the girl hi is after has not rushed to far ahead. Leaves crunching under his feet he hurries on panting and gasping for breath, heart beating loudly he surely thinks that if she were near she would be able to hear the beating.
Her eyes glowing like the eyes of a cat, she feels her reflexes going into full affect as she runs as fast as a cheetah. She pounces up into a tree hissing at the figure behind her. Her emerald green eyes glowing in the darkness she sees the figure stop and bend over their knees to catch their breath she assumes. Getting into attack position she sits and waits.
Looking up ahead in the darkness he sees the bright green eyes in a tree staring dead at him, feeling shivers go down his spine he slowly goes forward not knowing what to expect. The coolness of the night tightens around him making him shiver with cold and fear.
Waiting, waiting, and stalking she sits on a limb looking down on the figure. No know that it is a man that has come after her. Her hind legs drawn
tight with adrenaline she still waits for the right moment to pounce.
Fear clutching his heart he fears for his life and the girls. Looking up in the tree where he had first seen the green eyes he sees them again staring at him once again. He stands there not moving just looking. Could it be, he wonders. No, it could not be the girl he is after. Could the legend he has heard be true?
Her claws digging into the bark of the tree she hisses down at the man just standing there, she can smell the fear off of him knowing that it is not her he fears, but the thought of loosing her to the panther that she has become.
Growling she leaps down onto the ground and circles him growling and hissing under her breath.
Seeing the large cat jumps down from the tree he stands perfectly still not longer fearful. As the panther circles him he watches the sleek black body moving, noting the powerful muscles within the legs. Not daring to move he sits and waits.
Shock that he would sit down she stops and walks to the front of him and sits down herself. Looking into his gray eyes feeling her soul tinge she lays to her stomach and waits to see what he'll do next.
Not knowing how to react he stares into her emerald green eyes as she stares into his. How could a sweet beautiful girl all of a sudden turn into a dangerous cat? He quietly and slowly rises to his feet as the panther jumps to hers he stands still not knowing what she will do if angered.
As he stares into her eyes her soul feels weird once again. She is angered that he had the nerve to stand and still not be afraid. As she lunges to her feet she growls, daring him to be afraid.
The wind howls through the trees as he watches the panther as she growls he knows that she is extremely angered. What is he to do? He cannot make himself feel something he has no need for. He knows that she wants him to be frightened yet he cannot, for he knows in his soul that she will not harm him.
Growling she tackles him to the ground. Pinning him down she looks into his gray eyes feeling that tingling sensation through her soul once again. She hisses at him for making her feel this way.
No longer fearing for him or the girl’s life he lays pinned to the ground feeling the panther’s hot breath on his face, he waits for her next move.
With the moon high in the sky and the wind blowing she fears that the time has come where she will have to return back to her normal body form.
She growls one more time at the man on the ground and races off into the darkness growling all the while as she runs feeling the wind on her face.
Stunned at just what happened he jumps to his feet and takes off after the panther not wanting to lose it. Desperately trying to remember the legend that his grandfather had told him the night before about the panther girl. He looks up into the stars and sees them in a pattern of a panther.
Still racing through the night hearing her own breathing growing heavy and her hair flying behind her wildly as she runs. Knowing that she has
returned. Hoping that she will feel the power of the panther again.
Now remember the legend of the panther girl he recalls it so he will be prepared when he comes up on her again. His grandfather had told him that long ago a young girl had wondered into the forest for comfort after her mother's death. She had asked for protection of the lord above, and he had given it to her by when the night is dark and the moon is high with the stars bright, only when she be either afraid for her life or when she would just want to feel the cool wind flowing through her black fur, would she turn into the black powerful panther.
Gasping for air she stops and looks around feeling cornered she climbs a tree once again for protection. She sits and thinks of her mother that she had lost long ago. Thanks to the angels above she had found protection and comfort. She looks down and sees the man that has been after her coming down the trail. She sits and watches him, wondering what he sees in her.
His legs feeling ready to give out he knows he must rest if he is to be of any good in searching for the girl, he drops to the ground and leans against the tree starring off into the distance wondering where the panther girl
was now. He hopes and prays she is not to far off. Feeling sleep take over him he has now power to resist, he falls into a dream filled sleep of running panthers.
Feeling more trapped then she has ever felt she looks down again and still the man sleeps under the tree. How is she to get out of the tree without waking him up? Looking for an escape route and finding none, she quietly climbs down the trunk of the tree leaping over the sleeping man. She stands in front of him and looks him dead in the face while he sleeps. Seeing a scar along his neck she shudders now knowing that it is he.
Opening his eyes he is starring at the beautiful girl that he had helped so long ago, no remember why the eyes of the panther were so familiar, it is she, the panther girl. He reaches out his hand, hoping that she will take it.
Seeing his eyes open she blinks like the deer caught in the brightness of the light. It could not be the man she had to look to for help that long ago, no it could not be. The scar on his neck however says so otherwise. He extends his hand to her she gently takes it not knowing what else to do.
He is the lord from the heavens that gave her the power to turn into the panther. He is the lord that his grandfather talked about. He came to her
when she prayed up to the heavens for protection and came down to show her that there was hope and that he would indeed help her, scratching his neck she had sat there crying and watching his neck bleed, taking her wrist he had slit it to mingle their blood together, and there he stood chanting. And that is how she became the panther girl for he was the panther man.
Dropping to her knees she sits in front of him again, once again as she did three years ago. Looking into those warm hopeful gray eyes, she smiles at him knowing he will not harm her for he is her father.
Rising to his feet he gently pulls her to hers. Taking his daughter in his arms he whoppers that the time has come for them to finally go home. Looking to the moon he growls as his fur is rustled by the wind.
Feeling free once again standing on all fours by her father she races through the **** of a new day with her blood father finally going home.