PAPER BOATS
01-06-2015, 07:31 PM
Forward she prowls, silent wraith of lethal proportions even in her progressing age. With familiarity she takes to the battlefield, striding casually but with controlled confidence to its center. Today the itch bothers her more than usual--she can feel the irritation of hunger prickle beneath her front paws. Gaze flicks briefly along her claws, eyes lingering at the fleeting memory of warm blood from rent throat coating her toes and sweeping to her ankles. Attention phases back to her surroundings. Celestial eyes keep vigilant, senses attuned as she rotates her sight about the open area, waiting. Defenses shift naturally into place. Legs bend lightly at the joints, spreading to distribute her weight equally across the planes of her form. Toes splay and claws dig to find traction on the battle-worn earth. Shoulders roll forward as her head lowers. Jaws part as her head lowers to the level of her spine, putting teeth between a potential enemy and her throat. Fat and fur bunches heavily around her scrunched neck. Hackles begin their slow raise, eyes narrowing and ears pinning. And so she waits. But likely not for long. for SPAR ROUND ZERO one two three |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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