YOU'VE BEEN SHOT THROUGH THE HEART
01-01-2014, 08:37 PM
Raisa was more familiar than most with the sound of death. When the canine wail pierced the air around them, Raisa froze, ears perked. She smiled, wondering what mischief was a foot. Koros froze, tail tucked between his legs, fur puffing out around his small frame. Raisa looked down with a kind, cold, contemptuous glare and jerked her muzzle towards the way they'd come. "Go on, little coward. Let your Queen scourge the demons. I will come for you when I've sated my curiosity." If it was possible, Koros sank even closer to the ground. "My lady, no, you cannot! Please, your life is worth more than-" She cut him off with a snarl. "My life is worth savagery and slaughtered pups and the rotting corpses of my kingdom." With that, she left him. As the languid beauty padded her way through the trees, the sounds of slaughter grew louder, and louder. A quick glance over her shoulder reassured her that her one friend had fled to the safety of the shadows. All around her massive trees stood sentinel to her passage into hell. The screams of the damned filled her ears, made her skin tingle with anticipation. The thought that she was walking into danger was forefront in her mind, yet shadowed by a sadistic thirst to test the will of the gods. Has my time come? She rounded the bend and game upon a scene so gruesome her toes curled into the peat below her paws. A hulking creature, lithe, corded with muscle, distinctly feline, stood over the decimated corpse of a wolf. It had been brutalized, that much was obvious, but Raisa still did not feel fear. She was beyond that now, stewing instead in cold wonderment. She watched as the beast removed a small, round object from the fur of the wolf. A skull, she thought to herself. The beast hauled the corpse a ways away, all with Raisa in it's shadow, ever mindful of the wind and where her scent might carry. As it came to a halt, so did she. The dark lupess sank languidly into a laying position in the shadow of a redwood, and placed a smirk on her face. "Minions are so irritating, are they not?" She had grasped the situation by now. She could smell the feline scent markers, she had recognized the origin of the skull. She could not fault this reaper. No, she applauded her. The vicious way she protected her own filled Raisa with a sense of approval, and she decided she quite liked this demonic reaper, even if it's face would be the last she ever saw. "Speech" Think "Koros" |
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