for the love of all things wicked
06-20-2014, 11:40 PM
The femme had been hiding out, for the sickness that had swept over the island had not been something she wanted to catch. She was much too young and wicked to endure such horrors, and the risk of dying because no one would cure her was too great. Everyone wasn't exactly best friends with her. As it was, the ebony wraith was trotting through an annoying little slice of hell full of quietly chirping, cheery birds. What in the holy hell did they think they were doing, singing all the time? It was giving the bitch a headache, and a killer one at that. Grumbling irritably, her onyx paws continued to monotonously strike the mucky terra while she sought out her babes. She hadn't seen them in a while, and it was worrying. Where were her lovelies? She missed them, they must all be so big now, especially her 'step children', which she honestly considered pretty much her own. Ryu didn't want to raise them, and she tried to put in the effort, so she had some right to think of them as hers. A long, silken banner swept across her heels as she swept through the estuary. Dual toned, odd eyes scanned the area for something worthy of her attention, nose keen on the scent of her youngsters. Nothing yet, but the birds were starting to get on her nerves. If they didn't shut up, she was going to tear them right out of their damned trees and rip them open. That, or she'd find a way to get the fuck out of this shit hole quickly. Most likely the former, since there didn't seem to be an end in sight to this stupid place. The mud was starting to work it's way into her pads, and her feet were starting to squelch in the sewage underfoot. If no one knew she was coming, they sure as hell did now. Speech Thought Others |
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