If I Go, I'm Going Shameless
03-22-2017, 11:11 AM
Her nose wrinkled in a half snarl a low rumble of thunder leaving her chest as the girl made her way down the bluff. Typical women always flouncing and flitting like wild cats. There were better animals to mimic in Bathsheba’s mind, like the ice bears her clan had whet their teeth on. Cats were cowards who only fought turned backs, but bears held eye contact as they tore and rendered. While the girl skipped from foothold to foothold Bathsheba charged down a considerably less sheer drop, heavy paws digging into the ice and kicking up shards as she barreled down the edge and to flat icy plane, an avalanche of ice, stone, and teeth unwilling to stop her charge even if the girl crossed into her path. She wasn't particularly agile, but she gained speed as her massive form gained momentum from her powerful legs. She had seen precious little of her own home and only knew of where the ice served her best as shelter, she supposed seeing it late was better than never seeing it at all but she made a note to put the lithe thing in its place before she was through. Big as she was she lacked The God Touch that she had seen on the boy when she first arrived. She was too far from her god it seemed, which to Bathsheba only made her an invalid, all too reminiscent of the pathetic creatures that had whelped her.
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