sunsets and icy jets
08-08-2013, 11:29 AM
She could see the wheels turning in the she cat's head, her thoughts going unknown to the dame. A bitter smirk had crossed the feline's face as she chuckled, though it wasn't a very content grimace. The life of a creature solitary by nature must be very different, never coming into contact with another except by chance, unless you went seeking them out. The solitary life was starting to bore the obsidian woman now though, and she had been considering joining a pack. Slinking through the darkness throughout the lands, she had heard of many packs, but had not found one that caught her fancy. So she would remain a loner, a rogue, for now. Once more, Silverback's voice filled her ears, attracting her attention with the tone of speech. You do me a compliment, Raven. Growing up, there was only my mother to speak to- and 'conversation' was hardly on the regimen of training. The starry pelted leopard purred, clearly hinting that not much training was required for someone of her Divinity. Raven smirked, revealing perfect pearl razors, massive canines peeking under her lips just barely. So far, wolves such as yourself have been my only opportunity to put my voice to use. I confess you catch me at a bit contradiction, however, for the only reason I have left my Far Northern home is to seek out company. Outside my mother, my eyes have never seen another leopard. I wonder if you have seen any in your lone travels? The cat ended with a question, one that would only be answered with a disappointment. Before answering, a thought poured into her mind, forcing her to fight to keep from grinning at her own humour. Looks like we have ourselves a horny kitty here. Poor thing, she'd have to trekk all the way up to my homeland to find a few others... Life really is a bitch if you ain't a goody two shoes... She pondered, then parted her powerful jaws to deliver the disappointing news to her companion. Sorry, Goddess Divine. The only one's I have ever laid eyes on were the few that lived in my homeland, which is quite far from here... She told the cat, frowing slightly. She had only been without males within travelling distance while she crossed the desert sepearating her homeland from the rest of the world. Though, if it makes you feel any better, many of them started leaving just before I did, and I caught a few scents as I came close to Alactritia. That was all she could lend the cat, and she hoped it would suffice to lighten the cat's spirits. She settled onto the ice as well, wrapping her long, thick tail around her tea cupped paws and shaking the chill from her fur. With a smirk, she opened her mouth to make a remark. I must say, loner life is quite a bore, no one to talk to and all. Know of any packs around here that would accept a bitchy beauty like myself? She asked that cat, chuckling at the self appointed title. What she said was true, and the question was genuine. She had started to feel particularly lonely, with no one around here. At least with her pack, she would be acknowledged if she died, whereas, alone, no one would know. No one would mourn her death, no one would long for her touch, no one would wish she was there to hunt with them, sing to the moon with them. No one. Speech Thought Others |