"You don't want the real description. Just picture him as man in a cat mask wearing a black coat. Furry gloves with long nails. He smelled of cat-musk and smoke and blood. His voice was a knife tracing its point up and down your spine. I remember he limped. When he walked, when he paced, one foot dragged. Even standing still he'd rock back and forth on that bad foot, as though it hurt him and he enjoyed that it hurt him. He'd stand there rocking, turning his head this way and that to study you. He didn’t do it to understand you. It was just predator analysis prior to a strike." --Letters from a Shipwreck
Raymond wrote: "Intervieing Team: Describe Tezcatlipoca.
"You don't want the real description. Just picture him as man in a cat mask wearing a black coat. Furry gloves with long nails. He smelled of cat-musk and ..."
There's the kitty. Never going away. Forever living in its description!
"You don't want the real description. Just picture him as man in a cat mask wearing a black coat. Furry gloves with long nails. He smelled of cat-musk and smoke and blood. His voice was a knife tracing its point up and down your spine. I remember he limped. When he walked, when he paced, one foot dragged. Even standing still he'd rock back and forth on that bad foot, as though it hurt him and he enjoyed that it hurt him.
He'd stand there rocking, turning his head this way and that to study you. He didn’t do it to understand you. It was just predator analysis prior to a strike."
--Letters from a Shipwreck