RECREANT
04-10-2014, 03:55 PM
gonna assume cat and art never met.
Like a phoenix from the ashes she emerged, rejuvenated and prepared once more to take the world between her oversized paws and toy with it like she had believed herself capable of merely months before her abrupt disappearance. Mental calamity, however, had ambushed and forced her to the brink of self-destruction, causing her to flee the only home she had ever come to recognize in favor of regathering and dominating her own sanity, shunning society and putting pause to her plots to destroy and conquer as she built herself from the ground-up once more. The death of her mother and the near-demise to her family name had reduced her to a pathetic shell of who she desired to become--who she was destined to become, but now that she had learned to accept whatever hand was dealt to her in the cruelest game of life, the pallid prodigy was ready. Alacritia would find itself demanding her presence once more, and whether or not she would be welcomed home with opened arms by the locals, she cared little; the island called to her, beckoned her to its threshold. Chaos was imminent; but for how long she could keep her meddling paws out of everyone?s reach, she knew not. Willowy limbs carried the wretched hound with the elegance of a sovereign as she glided towards her former haven--the kingdom she had purposely abandoned months ago--as curiosity flooded the premises of her diseased mind while she wondered exactly what fate had befallen the pack that had never been. Idly, she occupied herself with believing that one of her own had swept into the forest (her forest) to claim the pack she had named in honor of the surname her mother had brandished her with, her faith in the idea dwindling as she made her hasty approach to the enigmatic wood she had once reigned supreme over, where an entirely unfamiliar stench lingered. Minutely, the phantom allowed her upper lip to unfurl over her bleached incisors in a brief display of her displeasure towards the idea of a complete stranger residing within her forest before she halted at its borders, not out of respect towards the current sovereign but for the uncertainty of what lurked beyond; would they pull such a cowardly move and attack her all at once, or would the tyrant brave a battle on their own? Tasting the very idea upon an eager tongue, she sneered momentarily, settling into a comfortable position as her skull lowered defensively over her jugular and her tail outstretched evenly with her spinal column, instinctively preparing herself for a fight as rage bubbled within her chest cavity. Inhaling deeply, the babe allowed her skull to tilt back, a soprano howl cascading from her parted jaws as she released a curt beckon for the current ruler. |