It's cold green eyes wandering the road, the onyx black path. The hairs on it's spine bristled like a cats; claws tensing and easing in it's frenzied breathing.
Huge ears swivel like satellite dishes to determine where the silence is coming from. Veins stand rigid and defined on it's thick ankles and tree-like neck. Crimson spittle drips stealthily onto the bare ground. Whisker's twitching up into a menacing snarl, displaying rows of ivory teeth. Forked tail slashing the air as it slowly rises to it's feet.
The Bakeneko is ready to destruct and destroy.
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