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" Old but I'm not that old, young but I'm not that bold."
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The brain being the most complicated and yet simple organ there is to ever function is quite interesting, from carrying out certain functions like nerve signals to basic ones like breathing which are all done without our own control. Unless for instance, when blinking and breathing and someone evidently reminded us that we were doing so, then we would control our own breathing - just like you are right now.
"Calm down," Edward's hands wavered up and down in fluid movements, gaze locked on Veedkha whose chest was currently rattling in sync with his hand gestures, up and down, she tried to move her chest along, the signs of a panic attack awaiting. "Control your breathing, steady."
Veedkha's cloth that was wrapped around her head as a hijab soaked in salty sweat that now effortlessly trailed down her pimpled forehead. Her head spiraled thinking of the possibilities of how she was to meet her end.
As prey.
How pathetic, she thought.
The beast's paws strong and yet so tender against hard ground took agile movements towards whimpering prey. Sensitive pads felt for vibrations of movement from the earthy soil beneath, muscles fluidly ground beneath thick skin with each step viciously calculated towards her.
Veedkha had binge watched multiple shows on Nat Geo World and it was in the rarest of cases that the prey ever survived. One wrong step and her entire jugular would be torn from her throat. Always envisioning to be the predator, it had never occurred to her that she was the weakest of prey there was. Caged and shivering.
She mildly wondered if ever the antelopes and easy prey she usually watched would also be this terrified, seeing their doom but them unlike her would bravely make a run for it. Even when sharp canines tore through sensitive neck skin, they would always kick in a struggle.
"Do not panic," Edward's voice rang her back to reality. He was standing at the entrance of the only hut left standing and in the corner of her eye she could see him take slow steps forward.
"Lions don't eat Indians," Bethany whose hand was locked on her throbbing jaw licked her teeth erasing any taste of stale copper in her mouth. Her eyebrows knit together, facial muscles etching into lines hof seriousness.
Everyone, even the beast momentarily paused to stare in utter disappointment at sandy haired girl.
"Did you possibly give her a brain damage?" Edward quipped to Red who had evacuated the hut, pillowing his hands at the low curve of his spine pressing his back against the mud patched wall, lazily propping his left leg over his right finding otherwise pitiful and oddly pleasant entertainment in the occurrences.
