Post by Jade <3 on Oct 26, 2008 9:14:22 GMT -5
and rain falls again
Another day, another hour. Each minute passed with the same contents. The absence of chirping birds; as far as she cared, they were long dead; the cricket's tunes to follow absentmindedly, nothing she'd occupy her attention with; the rampant chaos making itself known in tears and rips behind her, yowls of pride and screeches of agony; music to these sickening aura. The night crashed against her, trying it's hardest to pull her under, but evidently it wasn't enough. The marble patches were lucent beneath the descending light, like floating apparitions above the ground. Extensive ivory blades ticked upon the twigs below her feet, snapping them as contact flashed, ticking like the bomb she was.. awaiting an explosion at any moment, now. Sable limbs scraped across the trail she led, embedded it was - though the torn path was withered among the edges, try not to mind it. Delectable power coursed through her, just the knowledge of her ownership of the territory brought pride to swell, to film over her glass-green ocular area. What a caliginous night, perfect for such a landscape. Heavy clouds settled among the horizon, dark and nightmaric for any outsider. Just as the bolt of light streaked across the sky, the illumination vanished to release a deafening strike of thunder. The electricity ran through her slender frame, making her shudder with the potential.
There was simply no expression to display today. Tonight. Tonight was hers to watch, to lean over in expectation. Anticipation for something out of the ordinary to happen. What was here, though, was pretty original. More felines seeking their powerful shelter, traveling to search where the old clans had gone; and out of sheer luck, they found us. Caught us red-handed in the act. With the expectations of surging potency, they always wished to join. Registering that was simple enough. Her kissers pulled back, peeling them like a shell that clung to the insides, and bared those gleaming, long fangs. There went a figment of history, the name that no longer belonged to her. The trespasser seemed so normal. Except, that was before the memory flow bursted into thought. She recognized her features one by one, counting them up as not to mix them with the possibilities of an imposter. Oh, it was quite a match. At the epiphany, she stood, motionless. Alert ears dropped back a calibur to pin against a black cranium, her brows knit together to scrutinize the visage once more. Ha. So maybe she hadn't been as weak as imagined to be. She survived.
Not one word was uttered.
This mouse-brain was the one she wanted revenge from.
And so shall it be?
on the parade you will always remember.
(I need somebody's kitty to come here, please
Another day, another hour. Each minute passed with the same contents. The absence of chirping birds; as far as she cared, they were long dead; the cricket's tunes to follow absentmindedly, nothing she'd occupy her attention with; the rampant chaos making itself known in tears and rips behind her, yowls of pride and screeches of agony; music to these sickening aura. The night crashed against her, trying it's hardest to pull her under, but evidently it wasn't enough. The marble patches were lucent beneath the descending light, like floating apparitions above the ground. Extensive ivory blades ticked upon the twigs below her feet, snapping them as contact flashed, ticking like the bomb she was.. awaiting an explosion at any moment, now. Sable limbs scraped across the trail she led, embedded it was - though the torn path was withered among the edges, try not to mind it. Delectable power coursed through her, just the knowledge of her ownership of the territory brought pride to swell, to film over her glass-green ocular area. What a caliginous night, perfect for such a landscape. Heavy clouds settled among the horizon, dark and nightmaric for any outsider. Just as the bolt of light streaked across the sky, the illumination vanished to release a deafening strike of thunder. The electricity ran through her slender frame, making her shudder with the potential.
There was simply no expression to display today. Tonight. Tonight was hers to watch, to lean over in expectation. Anticipation for something out of the ordinary to happen. What was here, though, was pretty original. More felines seeking their powerful shelter, traveling to search where the old clans had gone; and out of sheer luck, they found us. Caught us red-handed in the act. With the expectations of surging potency, they always wished to join. Registering that was simple enough. Her kissers pulled back, peeling them like a shell that clung to the insides, and bared those gleaming, long fangs. There went a figment of history, the name that no longer belonged to her. The trespasser seemed so normal. Except, that was before the memory flow bursted into thought. She recognized her features one by one, counting them up as not to mix them with the possibilities of an imposter. Oh, it was quite a match. At the epiphany, she stood, motionless. Alert ears dropped back a calibur to pin against a black cranium, her brows knit together to scrutinize the visage once more. Ha. So maybe she hadn't been as weak as imagined to be. She survived.
Not one word was uttered.
This mouse-brain was the one she wanted revenge from.
And so shall it be?
on the parade you will always remember.
(I need somebody's kitty to come here, please
