He jerked up abruptly, gasping as his eyes ripped themselves open. Drawing a tentative breath, the leopard struggled to pull oxygen into his constricting lungs as the shots of pain struck through him till they settled in his head. A few seconds passed with the young leopard panting weakly, his throat was dry and parched - it felt like someone was strangling him with every intention to kill him - and his tongue was solid lead in his mouth.
Around him the wind blew mercilessly, he couldn't hear it well but he could feel the gusts whipping past his body as it raged on. When he tried to move he was only met with useless effort. No matter how much he tugged on his legs, body or head to move he couldn’t get them to do anything but stay frozen on their spots. It was then that he realised that there was something wrong, something very wrong with the situation.
His eyes were open but there was no light. It could have been midnight, that could explain why he couldn't see but even if it was it wouldn't be a problem. Leopards were semi-nocturnal animals, but he personally preferred hunting only at night. Rather instead of sunlight and daytime he did even better in the darkness of the midnight - his eyesight magnified in the night, all his five senses worked clearer than any other time. The leopard only ever hunted in the cover of the shadows and odd as it might sound to other leopards, the black leopard worked best during the night. But no, it wasn't the familiar darkness of the night that he was seeing right now, in fact he couldn't see a single thing. In natural midnight darkness there would still be some light from the moon or the stars from above. It wasn't like that made any difference to the pitch black but it was somehow enough to let the leopard see. That was the point, he couldn't see, not a single damn thing.
A strained grunt belted out of his lips tentatively before he realised the exact weight of the situation he was in. A whole series of uncalled-for questions popped into his brain suddenly, invading his mind with millions of troubling thoughts. The more he dwelled on it the more he found his heart become heavy inside of his chest. The leopard tried to let out a breath only to have it come out muffled and strangled, instantly he knew there could be no other explanation but the fact that there was clearly some type of muzzle around his snout and mouth. He could feel it, thick ropes wounding around his lips so tightly that he could feel the strings digging and imbedding themselves into his flesh. After a second or two after it suddenly dawned onto him that the reason he couldn't see was the fact that on top of his eyes, he was blindfolded by a piece of course material that was dark enough in colour that it was successful in blocking all of his sight. At that moment there was only one thing his head screamed out - you're in serious trouble.
...Get away, need to get away from this place! Where is this, even?...Have to get away, right now! His mind shot out, the instincts boiling out of him before the messages shot through his body like a command and within a second his mind became filled with nothing more than thoughts of escape. At first his mind felt weak, almost clouded from reality, flittering weakly back and forth from real life to unconsciousness. It had been so bad a few times that he was sure he was going to black out again from the dizziness of the world inside his head but somehow he managed to keep awake this time for a while. Now the leopard's vision was still spinning, whirling on its own account but his mind had snapped into place, like a switch that had been flicked, his head moved into action. His legs bolted - he knew he had lost his vision that wasn't going to stop him, he doubted anything could and would stop him from fighting to get the hell out of there - and in one quick movement he straightened up before his legs took off. His concentration was stuck on one thing. But in that instant the leopard felt ropes tug him back as they tightened around his four legs. Around his neck another rope tightened and effectively snagged him to a stop. He was thrown backwards, flung back so fast that the landing impact made him splutter and choke on the escaping air.
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The Leopard's Love: Blood-arc Series, #5 - (BoyxBoy)
RomantikThe leopard was born and grew up in the forests of Asia. He had never known anybody else like him, his kind. He had always been alone. He relied on himself, and fended for his own life. Through it all, he had remained happy being by himself. But a...
