The silence is deafening
10-14-2013, 01:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 01:21 PM by Karmen.)
SHE WOULD ADDRESS HER SILVER SISTER WITH A FLEETING GLANCE, quick, formal, and curt. Her willow-green eyes were a-lit with the inferno of emotions that raged within the confines of her head. Her body was tense in defense, coiled and taught as if a viper in wait to strike. Her neck would elevate and curl into an authoritative arch, the ridge of golden fur that lined her spine raised and wickedly spiked in decorative and dominant display, following a raise of her tail. Her victim was willing, and Karmen did not appreciate a participant who wished for pain. It there was not an audience of her sisters awaiting the deserved punishment, she would insist that the ignoble Lady Ozz was not worth her time nor spent energy. But she would allow the anger that palpitated her heart to sway her opinion and act upon instinct and not personal taste. Karmen would devour the distance between her and the informer Lady in sharp, calculated strides, her body aligned and straight, her sprinting form perfectly perpendicular to Ozz's left side. Gracefully, she raised herself, rearing up on her hind feet, attempting to stretch out her neck and splay her jaws, akin to a snake, and would try to sink her needle-like teeth into the side of Ozz's muzzle - Karmen hoped to get a grip on her, using saw-like motions with her jaw to attempt to secure her vice. She tried to use her weight to pull Ozz closer to the ground so that Karmen's short stature could actually reach her prized destination. Karmen elevated her left paw - and if all the informer moves had proceeded as planned - would splay her talons and deliver an unforgiving swipe that started across Ozz's left brow-bone and finished at the edge of her jaw. And if she was successful, she would dance away, pirouetting in girlish circles as she finally halted, noted the damage she delivered, and faced the tuxedo man: Tidus. She would not cease her intimidating gaze, her dark lashes fluttering in an attempt to hide her murderous stare. He would see his new-found mate's blood on Karmen's face. She refused to lick the substance from her lips, for she boasted the liquid pigment, wearing it with a beguiling smirk - as if she had found a new favourite shade of lipstick. |