S.c.r.e.a.m. Like a w o u n d e d xTeddy Bearx

[Spiderlily]

[Warning - language will get heavy in this topic. Spiderlily has quite the mouth.]

Not all killers were born killers.
Sometimes they had to become one.

One paw step. Another. Another.
The fela moved as if there was a wall of ice blocking her from the damned world she lived so violently in, ice wrapped around that strikingly marked tabby fur of coat.

She moved as if there was nothing to stop her – almost a dare within each dangerous step for something to try to perform such an action.

Feral-struck yellow hues burned with a deep-set darkness, an anger that bubbled just under the surface.
And anger uncontrollable.

She damn well knew who’s land she was padding through – and honestly, she couldn’t say she gave a damn about it. When all was said and done – land was merely land no matter who thought they ruled it, and there was no such matter as a ruling feline who was immortal.

Ah, but she had no intentions of killing the Bane of this land and taking his place. The reason why she was here…
…was hard to say for she had no reason. The she-cat went wherever the hell she wanted to go – territory lines didn’t dare t stop her.

Ah, but wasn’t it amusing though? The casual observer of such a feline could easily say she was an arrogant beast – thinking too much of herself.
But they would be wrong.

No, to one who knew to look harder – past the cold-incrusted surface of her being could see she was dangerous, a killer. She walked as one, and it was not an arrogant fact – she knew her capabilities and her mere movements shone as a warning to all.
Don’t f**k with me or else.

And to one who strove to look even deeper?
No, that was neigh impossible. Hidden depths to the lily that moved like the razorblade curving across bare flash, drawing beads of such crimson blood, were untouchable by any force, forever sealed within the core of her being.

Why was she here?
What was her purpose?

Maybe she sought to join Bane’s destructive clan?
Maybe she was simply passing through?

The path of crimson lay behind her – spider lilies sprouting from the blood of the lives she’d abruptly ended.
Her name rumored before her – whispered from cat to cat, spoken with fear.

This was the Spiderlily.
The Ending to the Beginning.