still laughing like hell

The warm wind associated with the season swept through her alabaster fur, her claws scraping against the surface of the earth to feel the dirt in her feet. Her eyes scanned the terrain, searching for her next victim. It was time for lunch. She pushed forward, her nose trying to trace through the scents to find the right one – the fresh one that would give way to sating the hunger that burned in her stomach. Her tail waved softly from side to side as the venture continued, half giving way to her thoughts while she continued her rather absent minded and instinct fueled work.

Another part of her, a part that never turned itself off, was trying to figure out where she was going to go next. Tara had a vision, an empire to crush anyone who stood in their path... but it was one of those games that required the long haul in order to win. She had to look at it logically - she had no support, no strength but the army of one that she was. She needed something to change the game, and she'd find it, even if it took her years. For now she knew she needed to slip into a disguise, into someone else so she could weasel her way through these new and mysterious lands.