The spots on the Leopard may look soft and delicate, smooth and gentle. The Spots are curved and misleading, the leopard is a sharp danger filled creature, Predators of the small and weak. Just like Hashim. Gentlemen like and sweet to the unknown, deadly and dangerous to the known. The predator to the enemy, The ‘small and weak’ he might be heard saying. Now don’t get me wrong, The leopard is a cute cat, but the sharp daggers they have as there tell it all.

Hashim was known as ‘The King of Lies’ do to his misleading smile, that seems to kill with just a glance. He’s as sharp as the spots that run down the pelt of the leopard, a Sword just as curved and deadly. Now he’s not all big and bad as some say, especially his lover, or Fiancé. His heart wasn’t all cold, some warmth still lays beneath the frozen walls built beyond the years of fixing.

You, being his fiancé swears he isn’t as bad as some put to his name. But then yet again, who would listen to a little Russian lander? Some say you are just as cold as he is, having a snow leopard as your symbol. But sure enough none have even seen your face do to the possessive nature that consumes him.

A thief kneels before him his Curved sword laying under the chin of the man who had stolen from the people of the village. A cold hearted glare pieces the man, one of unwavering and un setting chills. The leopard he is known to have seems to be around his shoulders like a demon attached to a tree. “The things people do for money, pathetic.” He spoke to the thief, in a manner that seemed like death was awaiting just around the corner like a leopard hunting its prey. Ironic, really.

You, not knowing of such ideal happening, come around the corner without the very veil you wear to cover the face, he has kept to himself for years. Who knew death would be you, without a veil? The thief catching that glimpse leading to a low growl of the leopard.