ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose
05-09-2014, 10:57 AM
Katja felt she had barely settled herself when a prickling feeling crawled up her back. Freya's warning that something was not quite right with the world around her. Eyes shuttered, she flicked her ears, catching the sound of tiny pawsteps, warned just in time. A tiny growl sounded behind her, and Katja dug her toes in for traction as she spun - deftly whisking her tail out of reach barely in time, tiny teeth scraping over the skin but unable to hold, and replacing it with a gaping maw of teeth of her own. A fierce snarl tore the air between them before Katja withdrew a step and smoothed her face once more. Her attacker was one of Raisa's pups, the boy who had expressed interest in her stories. He was no enemy of hers, simply a boy playing at being a warrior. Black-ringed tail flicked behind her; the wound stung but no lasting harm was done. "Too much noise you do make when walk, boy," she grumbled, though she was secretly pleased at the attempt. The boy had some potential if there was someone willing to take him and shape him. The thought tugged once again on the dark emotions coiling inside, reminding her that it was Raisa's duty as the pups' only parent to be training them. But where was she? If someone didn't do it they would be useless as adults. Studying the pup with more interest now, Katja considered. "What name have you?" "Speech." |
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