It was another day when the black and orange masked cheetah was not herself. Having multiple personality disorder, she was really never the same from one moment to the next. And after a particular startle this morning, the one known as Félelem was currently in charge.
Being the fearful one, Fé was hunkered down in a bush somewhere quiet and away from all the action. Whatever had startled the birds had scared her out of her wits, and now she lay shaking and glancing around nervously. It took a few deep slow breaths to get herself to calm down, but she was still weary.
Deep gray eyes scanned about her ever so carefully, making sure everything was safe enough for her to emerge from her hiding spot. Once she assumed as much, she set one dainty paw outside the bush...then another, then finally her head followed by the rest of her body. But every small sound had her jerking her gaze any which direction like a finicky pup. Heaven forbid someone sneak up on her now, she may just lose her fur.
