LET'S TAKE THE CHANCE RIGHT NOW AND SCREAM
08-15-2013, 10:53 PM
Tentative was the porcelain juvenile, stealing a glance of subsided terror in the direction of the brutish sibling located adjacent to her, lapsing into anxious thought as they breached beyond the borders of their mother?s vast kingdom and into unfamiliar turf. They were rebelling against her given demand that they remain within the boundaries of Tortuga?s domain, but the child could not help but wonder whether or not their motives for such disobedience would be justified should their mentor learn of their destination. Perhaps the voyage was dangerous to vulnerable whelps such as the viper and her brother and the possibility of her mother?s doubled loss plausible, but their curiosities combined outweighed their fear of death or mother?s wrath, so rebellion was imminent. After all, the battle-starved children could not resist the temptation of the infamous coliseum where multiple wounds had been inflicted and corpses dropped to provide macabre d?cor to the arena floor. Minuscule and serpentine form twisted to intercept her sibling?s own as they traversed through the dense underbrush of the island, maneuvering swiftly in the general direction of the battlegrounds, shoulder brushing gently against the male?s immaculate fur to indicate the pull she felt towards him, the relentless urge to comfort him in any way, shape, or form. Mismatched gaze refrained from embracing his lavender, instead fixated on the landscape before them, pupils ever examining the area for potential threats while the babe navigated at an easy pace to conserve her energy should the need to flee arise. Silence consumed the atmosphere surrounding the pair but it was lack of tension, simply soothing to the especially quiet wench, but vocalizations were need not necessary when they had tacitly agreed to this dangerous endeavor. Not even the slightest expression to portray the excitement brewing within her petite form had manifested upon her countenance, as vague as it had always been and was destined to be even as they strode nearer and nearer to their targeted destination. Hastily, pupils flickered towards her sibling as the metallic aroma of blood writhed through her flared nostrils, tail descending from its elevated position to lick at her heals as they made their approach. Thankfully, the arena was lack of spectators or combatants, leaving a deserted amphitheater that invited the children with the promise of thrill and an increase in adrenaline. Abandoning all sense of hesitance, the girl tore away from the touch of her sibling, bolting towards the bloodied clearing while a devious chortle cascaded from her parted lips, daring the male to come follow her into the pit. |