What's the Worst That Could Happen?
12-03-2013, 07:42 PM
The snow was thick and heavy here and oh how she loved it, the way the flakes fell from the sky and clung to her coat, the way she appeared as a phantom during the evening hours. The way the frost masked the scent of the girl known as Chill, who now lounged in the snow with a belly full of meat, her haunches where turned so that the right side was nested deep into the snow while the left side faced the sky. Her front legs where neatly folded one over the top of another as she clawed the snow in a playful manner. Oh how the time ticked away from her, for hours she stayed in the exact same spot, resting and wistfully thinking, one day she would do something with her life besides sit out in the snow all day. But today wouldn't be that day, at least she didn't think so. After a few seconds though she dragged herself up to her paws before shaking out her fur. Exhausting the snow that clung to her and slowly slid down to the ground before she roamed forward. So far she's been to the west, and its warm weather in this cold winter did not please her at all. Instead it made her sick, just like her father did when he casted her out for killing her sibling. Just the thought of him dying made her smile, she would make her father suffer, she would make him beg, she would make him scream, must most importantly she would make him pay. But those two, she and him where leagues away, what was life in this frosty world if not tempered with a little bit of carnage. And how could she allow her sibling to exist in this world, when that sibling was not really of her blood, not really of their pack, what was she supposed to do when her fathers roving ended up with him coming home with that sibling. Carnage she whispers, carnage is what she would do, and what had to be done. Speech, |
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