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Post by fog-- miracle on May 7, 2010 14:59:03 GMT -5
xx. w a s p
no stops, no mistakes, no thinking, no retakes.
cold, icy teal eyes darted back and forth, the short russet pelt of a well muscled tom was standing straight on end. he wasn't scared, nay, he feared almost anything. the cold life of a murderer had made him tough. he loved the scent of blood. the feel of it's warm stickiness oozing out of his claws. he was merely cold, his delicate paws itched for another kill. if a cat came by, he might kill them, but then again, he did like to play with his prey.
wasp's cold eyes looked around. he was sitting in a small cave, and it was cold and damp. most of the time, in the summer, it was warm and dry and perfect for a living environment. he looked over to the spot where just a few moons ago, had killed a nursing queen. he had then left her three kits out in the forest. he wondered if some lousy clan cat had found them and given them a 'loving' home. he hoped they just died.
his paws forced him up, and he padded over to the blood stained spot where he had shed the she-cat's blood. he breathed in her blood's scent, sighing with enjoyment and relaxation. the metallic scent of blood calmed the big brute. he smiled an evil smile and sat down, lowering himself to his stomach, and stayed by the lingering scent. he desperately wanted a kill. even someone just to taunt or even talk to would be good. he sighed, looking around with his teal orbs.
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Post by fluttertorn on May 8, 2010 10:44:08 GMT -5
xx.disaster [/b] xx. a single gray figure wandered along the horizon. her stomach was thin and tight, suggesting no kits and giving her no reason to be out and way this far from any other cat. her teal eyes were bright and seemed more like a spotlight was being shined on her eyes. her fur was short and prickly her entire body. but she was rather petite, malnourished even.
xx. she was lonely, lost and frightened. but she was stronger than she looked. her muscles rippled underneath her body. her pelt was missing many patches in it along her face and shoulders, but that was harder to see from a distance. she noticed the brute before she was noticed. she didn't move, her eyes staring at him as her claws curled into the ground.
xx. a faint growl sounded from her throat as she watched him, almost daring him to come any closer to her. she had a feeling he would accept that dare. it did nothing to comfort her, and actually annoyed her. with a glare, she slipped through the cracks of the near by cave and waited inside. fear dripped from her body, but she didn't care. she was waiting... ready...
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Post by fog-- miracle on May 10, 2010 5:39:07 GMT -5
Hearing a soft growl, a look of shock came over his Bengal face. But he was calm again quickly, knowing it was his terriory that this cat was fool enough to enter. He breathed in, taking a deep, quiet breath, and only smelled metallic blood. He took a few steps away from it and took another deep breath. "Fear... wonderful." He breathed, stepping forward. He got to the side of the wall that was mud and blood splattered, and moved with a hunting crouch. He smiled when he saw her.
"Why, Hello, darling... You look rather scared, and cold, yes... oh so very, very cold. I invite you into my den, please come..." He mewed with a very good fake, friendly smile. He looked at the she-cat, waiting for her to fallow.
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Post by fluttertorn on May 12, 2010 17:23:52 GMT -5
xx. she watched him approach, and her eyes narrowed. the fear slank away into the shadows. a low growl rose from her throat. get away from me flea bag. she snarled as she watched the loner with her cold teal eyes. her gaze grew colder as she stared at him.
xx. her tail lashed back and forth as she stretched her limbs and glared at him with her teal eyes. i wouldn't go anywhere with you.
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