Amethyst

A low growl from the bushes makes the hairs along your spine prickle with icy fear. You back up against the wall, your wide dark eyes searching desperately for an escape route. A pair of fiery eyes stare at you hungrily from the shadows, and suddenly the panther springs, ebony muscles rippling, and with one swift bite to the spine it's over. Darkness engulfs you and you pass on to whatever awaits you in the great beyond.