Post by Asylumwhisper on Jan 27, 2014 10:09:15 GMT -6
* - - - i've been dead a thousand years, and only lived two or three
It was dark out, the night moonlit and starry. It was peaceful for a winter night - the wind hardly blew, it wasn't snowing, and the den was kept warm by all the body heat in and around it. Still… Something was wrong.
Sleeping by the door, tucked just inside the entrance, was a white she-cat. She seemed restless in her sleep, eyelids closed but barely. Her beth was somewhat short, and she wouldn't stop stirring around in her sleep. It had been a while like this, tossing and turning in complete and utter terror, until all at once her eyes opened and a large gasp of air came through to her. her heart was pounding as hard as a steam engine, and even as she put her head back on her paws, her eyes were wide.
She was no stranger to nightmares. A traumatic past brought them on like nothing else would. Asy had lived through what no cat ever should, and what probably mostly no cat ever would. Waking up in a panic was something she was used to but in the still of night it seemed much different. It seemed that no one was awake, either, which made the situation all the more eerie. She let out a slight whimper, which made her seem like a small child more than she already did. Round eyes, being no bigger than a rather young apprentice, and delicate features all lent to this appearance even more.
Maybe that's all she was. A scared child masquerading as a warrior.
the kind of murder where no one dies, i don't suppose you'd understand - - - *
