Post by Shadow Spirit on Oct 6, 2008 16:51:24 GMT -5
Show me how defenseless you really are...
A silver shadow, weaving through the tall wheaty stems. Stalking with the confidence of a creature many times his size. Anarchy veritably strutted through the meadow. His walk was not at all a strut, much more a poised, precise saunter, but his demeanor was laid out in his face. The determination of a purely confident cat. To his knowledge he had no equal, and he was more than ready to oblige any cat that challenged that notion. Claws unsheathed and ready for the slightest infraction, Anarchy led his small band of followers through the underbrush and bracekn.
Among those that followed him were his mate, Hiddenwrath, the only she-cat he'd ever given his heart to. His second in command was Siege, an equally ruthless tom who provided the perfect opposite to Anarchy's attitude. Where Anarchy was calculating and precise, Siege was a live wire and made his kills terrifying. The newest member of their little gang was a small, timid-looking cat named Rifle. His looks were the perfect disguise for the malicious creature that hid inside. Rifle was a demure, stark white tom with gunmetal gray eyes. Anarchy had plans for him, oh did he ever....
...give me your soul.
A silver shadow, weaving through the tall wheaty stems. Stalking with the confidence of a creature many times his size. Anarchy veritably strutted through the meadow. His walk was not at all a strut, much more a poised, precise saunter, but his demeanor was laid out in his face. The determination of a purely confident cat. To his knowledge he had no equal, and he was more than ready to oblige any cat that challenged that notion. Claws unsheathed and ready for the slightest infraction, Anarchy led his small band of followers through the underbrush and bracekn.
Among those that followed him were his mate, Hiddenwrath, the only she-cat he'd ever given his heart to. His second in command was Siege, an equally ruthless tom who provided the perfect opposite to Anarchy's attitude. Where Anarchy was calculating and precise, Siege was a live wire and made his kills terrifying. The newest member of their little gang was a small, timid-looking cat named Rifle. His looks were the perfect disguise for the malicious creature that hid inside. Rifle was a demure, stark white tom with gunmetal gray eyes. Anarchy had plans for him, oh did he ever....
...give me your soul.
Cry out, give in...
The ocicat cross was thankful for the stirring breezes of leaf-fall. His fire-colored coat was tinged with sooty spots and rings, which absorbed the sun's heat like solar panels. He inhaled the deep, rich scents of moist earth and clean air. Siege's blood was boiling in his veins. He needed a release, a way to stave off the overwhelming energy that was consuming his body. Watching Anarchy at the head of the group, he grumbled to himself that their leader was getting sluggish. Normally, they would have made an attack on someone by now! Just what was his chief waiting for...where were they headed?
...bleed for me.
The ocicat cross was thankful for the stirring breezes of leaf-fall. His fire-colored coat was tinged with sooty spots and rings, which absorbed the sun's heat like solar panels. He inhaled the deep, rich scents of moist earth and clean air. Siege's blood was boiling in his veins. He needed a release, a way to stave off the overwhelming energy that was consuming his body. Watching Anarchy at the head of the group, he grumbled to himself that their leader was getting sluggish. Normally, they would have made an attack on someone by now! Just what was his chief waiting for...where were they headed?
...bleed for me.
Bang bang...looks can be deceiving...
Rather small paws parted the leaf litter. Leaf-fall was dropping them early this year and they were still soft and moist, not dry and crumbling yet. Bizarre gray eyes surveyed the area, keeping watch for hawks and owls who might mistake him for an apprentice. Of course, if they had, would they ever be surprised...
Leaping into the air, Rifle snagged a squirrel in mid-leap as it bounded from the ground to climb a tall oak. The small creature never connected with the bark. Rifle pinned it to the ground and proceeded to stamp on it. Its chest, its legs, its head, everywhere he could place a paw. Finally, after the squirrel was throughly crushed beyond all recognition, he sprinted to catch up with his comrades, leaving the mutilated body for the crows...
...my hidden weapon.
Rather small paws parted the leaf litter. Leaf-fall was dropping them early this year and they were still soft and moist, not dry and crumbling yet. Bizarre gray eyes surveyed the area, keeping watch for hawks and owls who might mistake him for an apprentice. Of course, if they had, would they ever be surprised...
Leaping into the air, Rifle snagged a squirrel in mid-leap as it bounded from the ground to climb a tall oak. The small creature never connected with the bark. Rifle pinned it to the ground and proceeded to stamp on it. Its chest, its legs, its head, everywhere he could place a paw. Finally, after the squirrel was throughly crushed beyond all recognition, he sprinted to catch up with his comrades, leaving the mutilated body for the crows...
...my hidden weapon.
