sunsets and icy jets
07-31-2013, 11:48 AM
~*~ Sarcastic and snide. Well at least Silverback was meeting a character. Some days, the she-cat thrived on curteusy from others, some days she could relax in a sea of slurs. She had a pricklebush at heart and could trade curses and sarcasm with the best of them when she had a mind. Today though, she was just too tired to really think of anything creative. The other female's blunt negatory, was received with a shrug of two great grey shoulders. The snow leopardess was standing a bit more comfortably now, her elongated tail twitching it's black tip across the ice. "Well at least I won't have to fight anyone for a bed," the siren muttered. "And your name might be?" The cat rolled her eyes heavenward to the pinacle of ice. "Well it might be anything." she said, picking up her paws and slowly walking round a thin pole of ice. It looked like a giesyer spout had been frozen in place. Quite spectacular. Why -hadn't- anyone claimed this place yet. Oh yes. A little something called food. Slim pickings in these parts, but Silverback was used to that. She could give herself one big meal and go along just fine for a long time. "My name is Silverback." The leopard said at least, poking her head around the side of the ice scuplture. "But you're welcome to call be anything from 'Siren of the Night' or 'Goddess Divine' to 'Your Grace' or 'Ma'dam'." Half sarcastic were the lyrics that poured from the woman's muzzle this evening. She pulled it off with quite a bit of class. Benefits of being feline. She stalked back towards the newcomer, adding, "Of course hey cat usually works too, but why be offensive?" |