Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 15, 2006 19:08:13 GMT -5
Tortured souls lingering in shadows, before a hellhound had sniffed them out, found their fearscent and their bloodstained claws, and then dragged them to Hell, where their livers roasted and their eyes melted into mere colored puddles.
But she wasn't scared of Hell; damn, she'd been there and back for vacation. Two delicate paws of dark ginger, like a flood of brightly colored blood, a streak of scarlet appeared, like a ball of bright, flickering flame.
A bushy tail, lovely with a beautiful red hue, and a short-haired pelt, shining with golden sunlight, dripping like running honey onto her lovely rose-red fur. Two eyes glowed with the blue of an ocean; her ears, tipped with the extra fur of a Maine Coon, directed towards the ground behind her, then, grinning, she padded forward again.
This land... it was strong, bound together by love and friendship. She lifted her lip in a curling sneer, before halting, letting a paw slam forward, dust lifting, curling around her beautiful, slender rose-pelted body, sunlight streaming from between the leaves, creating sunshade on her beautiful figure.
I am naught but a traveling creature, she laughed to herself, her vixen-like tail curling around her, ..and although I am ashamed to say it, I like this place, a lot.
Smiling rawly, her many homes drifted back into her mind. She remembered her birthplace; a Hell-hole ruled by a brutal tyrant, with dark flame-red fur and piercing dark blue eyes; her father, King Bloodflare.
Her mother, a small, slender queen with light brown fur and round green eyes that seemed to glow like the stars above their heads, had let Bloodflare take over her life as soon as he demanded him mate with her. Renae, as she was called, was completely under the control of Bloodflare.
However, this cat wouldn't. Ruler of the shadows, the young beauty paused, eyes flaring wildly. I'm heir to Bloodflare's throne; his wreckless, brainless blood flows through my veins. However, I can still make my mark on Earth, and here I will do it. The murmur was laced with youthful malice, and was nearly silent.
I, Princess Rosetears, heiress to the Bloodstaine Dynasty! Here she smiled pleasantly. But for now, I'll remain a humble warrior... here in this...
She appeared puzzled before mewing curtly, Stoneclan.
But she wasn't scared of Hell; damn, she'd been there and back for vacation. Two delicate paws of dark ginger, like a flood of brightly colored blood, a streak of scarlet appeared, like a ball of bright, flickering flame.
A bushy tail, lovely with a beautiful red hue, and a short-haired pelt, shining with golden sunlight, dripping like running honey onto her lovely rose-red fur. Two eyes glowed with the blue of an ocean; her ears, tipped with the extra fur of a Maine Coon, directed towards the ground behind her, then, grinning, she padded forward again.
This land... it was strong, bound together by love and friendship. She lifted her lip in a curling sneer, before halting, letting a paw slam forward, dust lifting, curling around her beautiful, slender rose-pelted body, sunlight streaming from between the leaves, creating sunshade on her beautiful figure.
I am naught but a traveling creature, she laughed to herself, her vixen-like tail curling around her, ..and although I am ashamed to say it, I like this place, a lot.
Smiling rawly, her many homes drifted back into her mind. She remembered her birthplace; a Hell-hole ruled by a brutal tyrant, with dark flame-red fur and piercing dark blue eyes; her father, King Bloodflare.
Her mother, a small, slender queen with light brown fur and round green eyes that seemed to glow like the stars above their heads, had let Bloodflare take over her life as soon as he demanded him mate with her. Renae, as she was called, was completely under the control of Bloodflare.
However, this cat wouldn't. Ruler of the shadows, the young beauty paused, eyes flaring wildly. I'm heir to Bloodflare's throne; his wreckless, brainless blood flows through my veins. However, I can still make my mark on Earth, and here I will do it. The murmur was laced with youthful malice, and was nearly silent.
I, Princess Rosetears, heiress to the Bloodstaine Dynasty! Here she smiled pleasantly. But for now, I'll remain a humble warrior... here in this...
She appeared puzzled before mewing curtly, Stoneclan.
