Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 11:41:47 GMT -6
Pain
The fine hairs of Icy's dense, white coat bristled as she made her way thoughtfully back into the murky heart of her home clan, when something exciting occurred to her. It occurred to her that here, in Deathclan, she was unmatched in most respects.
Well, more than most.
Icy did allow her fur to lie flat, and she straightened her back, too. Her mother had always emphasised the importance of posture, and of elegance. A messy murder was, after all, for the unsophisticated.
Her serrated jaws hung open as she analysed the warming air, pinpointing with ease the scent she sought. It was the Mona Lisa of scents. It painted an exquisite, concise picture, of a fool. Beautiful.
And so she followed, her tail a banner of white, and her claws like dreadful, jagged instruments. It was Pain, Deathclan's ruler, with whom she wished to speak.
The fine hairs of Icy's dense, white coat bristled as she made her way thoughtfully back into the murky heart of her home clan, when something exciting occurred to her. It occurred to her that here, in Deathclan, she was unmatched in most respects.
Well, more than most.
Icy did allow her fur to lie flat, and she straightened her back, too. Her mother had always emphasised the importance of posture, and of elegance. A messy murder was, after all, for the unsophisticated.
Her serrated jaws hung open as she analysed the warming air, pinpointing with ease the scent she sought. It was the Mona Lisa of scents. It painted an exquisite, concise picture, of a fool. Beautiful.
And so she followed, her tail a banner of white, and her claws like dreadful, jagged instruments. It was Pain, Deathclan's ruler, with whom she wished to speak.