Post by Sabrestar on Sept 9, 2006 19:13:46 GMT -5
This time, Sabrestar's eyes hardened.
Cold.
Back to the old unforgiving assasin, she narrowed her eyes, horizontal strips of icey blue leaking silver, melted diamond mixed with silver and faded sapphire. She smiled a smile that spoke of disgust, and even a bit of contempt and disdain. She raised her chin a little higher, the resplendent female running her tongue once more over her lips.
"Do you really think I would allow such an untrustful brute like you into my Clan? Daring, yes. CHarming, yes. Witty, yes. Disrespectful. Yes. If you were in my position what would you do? If you were the High King you truly think of yourself, if you were the Master of this land and I were the mere loner, what would you do? After I spat in your face and tried to degrade you, what would you do?"
There was a dangerous leer on Sabrestar's face.
A volatile flame glittering in her silver-blue eyes.
Then:
The movement was so quick, so sudden that the naked eye could not comprehend the speed inwhich the Duskclan Leader moved, lunging forward, her infamous claws unsheathing and glinting within the waning gibbous light.
They stretched a frightening four inches long, each silver and sharpened like daggers. Stilettos. Scythes.
Sabers.
She moved forward and stabbed them ahead of her, her small body moving like a ballista torpedo, so small and sleek as she aimed to knock the loner down and sink her claws into his shoulders, into his flesh.
Sabrestar never missed.
Praying for love and paying in niavety.
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