The Cold Does Not Forgive
12-08-2013, 01:32 AM
Chill's emotions where sliding up and down, happy one moment, depressed the next, and then following after that one they would share her mind. But these poisons, oh these precious poisons made her truly happy in every sense of the word, every vibrant color as she pictured the way someone would choke and die from ingesting one of her chemical creations. She recalled from one land she visited the way a volcano would spew its smoke from its opening chamber at the top. One day she would figure out how to make a poisonous gas, or maybe a sickness that would become genetic in time. Her dreams where of homocide and genocide, her hopes where for the bleak despair of wolf kind. There was nothing wrong with that, but something interrupted her musing yet again. The female turned her head toward the intruder, ears rested back against her head in anger as her hackles raised. But the other ladies words caught her off guard and brought her to pause as relaxed and tilted her head, tail wagging behind her. Her work? Intriguing? She caught someone's attention? Oh happy day! Her whole body shook simply because her tail was beating way to hard behind her as her paws danced on the ground. Was this what happiness felt like? The long days and weeks slaving over bushes, kidnapping pups, experimenting on them, all came down to this simple word from an unknown source. She couldn't help it, Chill collapsed upon the ground, tears streaming happily down her face. Her home, her work...appreciated! The white wolf climbed to her paws and approached, extending her nose in greeting toward the female and then paused, hackles raising again as she smelled multiple wolves on this one. This was a pack wolf, was she here to chase her out? Did her kidnappings already catch the attention of the packs? No she paid her a compliment, it couldn't have. Relaxing once again her head would bob. "I thank you for your kind words. First I've ever heard. I'm a poison master, and these are my children." Chill would comment, her tail pointing in the direction of the toxic chemical pastes that rested on their plates. "Since you are kind, how about I give you one free on the house?" Chill would turn and run back to her alter, dotting over her children, her precious creations as she tried to pick one out. Speech, |
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