by Africa. » Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:59 pm
(Again, sorry in advance for my illiterateness Dx)
The icy blast of the high winds cut through the sleek black coat of the graceful creature that slid forward along the twigs and leaves that littered the hard, cold ground. Silent pawsteps made their way into the open, as she averted her eyes from the deadly place she called birthplace, the deadly place she called home, and the deadly place she called her kingdom.
In the vast, dark lands, lived creatures that were so sacred that they were unknown to mankind, as they lurked through the shadows that had been cast along the lands. These dangerous lands were feared by all, due to both the unknown creatures of the night, but more so; the creatures that were known by everyone. These were the creatures told in the most fearful of myths.
So how, you ask, would this black beauty be the Queen of this twisted, deadly palace? Was she large and horrifying, as so many others were in her kingdom? Of course not, her fur was smooth and sleek, black as the starry night with silver dancing along her body. Was she so quick and sly that nothing saw her coming? Once again, no, she walked boldly through her monsterous kindgom with purpose and, no doubt, confidence. So how, you ask, could such a magnificent, yet weak creature, earn her place as the queen of such a place? Two words... Her eyes.
Her two eyes were her most deadly of weapons. They whirled with colors, bright and dark alike. But with a single glance at those gorgeous eyes that drew you in like the sweet aroma of your favorite food, you'd see your intermost nightmares reflecting within their glare. Only she, the goddess of her territory, could have the whirl of colors dim to their natural silver, lighting up the night with her markings of glow.
She was at bordermark. Her claws flexed, snagging into the soft, mossy earth beneath the glow of her silver pawpads. One sleek, jet black forepaw was raised, just out of reach of the light that cut away in an eery abruptness. Finally, her sleek figure was bursting with a burning light, the clawing cold of her shadowlands creating the sun to feel as though it was burning her. But she didn't move. Her body stayed still, rigid yet calm. And then it was over. The sun felt as though it were dimming, but it was only letting her feel what those around her felt; the buffeting pain of northwest winds.
(Wow... Alot longer then I expected... I wouldn't expecting this of me all the time if I were you, 'cause I'd let you down on that one xD)
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