Post by Bird on Nov 1, 2014 17:57:51 GMT
Stars twinkled and danced above the horizon. Clouds, darkened, blurry and fading covered the sky like streaks on a canvas. The cool night air twisted and turned, the fresh scent of the soon coming winter still on the tips of it's invisible wings. The distant silhouette of a cat stood against the frame of the city, raising her head to the air to took in a cool, sharp breath. She tasted the cold, flurry of dew drops on her tongue, the pang of frigidness wrapped in a blanket of snow.
The city was empty, desolate. A waste. The form of collapsing buildings and houses in the distance stood out against the outline of the hard concrete below. The darkness in the alley behind her seemed to stretch, almost as if something was behind her back, watching her.
But Bristolis did not move, nor did she turn to look behind her. A mere shiver tingled through her spine with the anticipation of her up-coming mischief, and only the cats around her seemed to know.
The glowing eyes of her fellow Dominion members appeared in the darkness, slitted, cruel with glowing irises as bright as the moon. Their optics were like crescent moons, ready to widen and reveal their intensity, the dark, twisted and cruel images that flashed in their head. The gruesome things that they saw everyday, that they had to face, and had conquered.
The distant squeaking and hustling of rats scurrying across the streets, carelessly, unaware of the possible dangers. Their motion, however, did not go unnoticed as the silver cat lunged. Her claws and teeth flashing, revealed their deadly beauty, and cruel image as they clamped over the scurrying rodent. A trickle of blood dropped onto the ground, crimson, standing out against the dull grey of the city.
The queen finally turned back to the alley where her gang lay, in wait. A smile curled over her lips, revealing the blood-stained chin of the beautiful, ghostly cat.
She stood tall, unwavering, her stature firm and strong. Her appearance revealed long, graceful legs, with a carefully shaped frame, lithe small, and muscular.
In this crumbling city, strays and vivious groups of dogs lurked around every corner. One had to be cruel enough to survive, hard and cold as a rock. After being abandoned by her owner, Bristolis left behind her soft life. Her new, dangerous life had made her undergo a transformation, so horrible and ugly that she had rose quickly above the ranks of her peers and her cats all around her. City life revealed promising aspects, like adventure and the promise of finding something new everyday. But there were deadly enemies, unforgiving, ready to tear apart anything they could find and would kill for food, which as well, was scarce. But the cats would not tremble or quake and fear. Submission was not an option in this world. The night was theirs for the taking.
The city was empty, desolate. A waste. The form of collapsing buildings and houses in the distance stood out against the outline of the hard concrete below. The darkness in the alley behind her seemed to stretch, almost as if something was behind her back, watching her.
But Bristolis did not move, nor did she turn to look behind her. A mere shiver tingled through her spine with the anticipation of her up-coming mischief, and only the cats around her seemed to know.
The glowing eyes of her fellow Dominion members appeared in the darkness, slitted, cruel with glowing irises as bright as the moon. Their optics were like crescent moons, ready to widen and reveal their intensity, the dark, twisted and cruel images that flashed in their head. The gruesome things that they saw everyday, that they had to face, and had conquered.
The distant squeaking and hustling of rats scurrying across the streets, carelessly, unaware of the possible dangers. Their motion, however, did not go unnoticed as the silver cat lunged. Her claws and teeth flashing, revealed their deadly beauty, and cruel image as they clamped over the scurrying rodent. A trickle of blood dropped onto the ground, crimson, standing out against the dull grey of the city.
The queen finally turned back to the alley where her gang lay, in wait. A smile curled over her lips, revealing the blood-stained chin of the beautiful, ghostly cat.
She stood tall, unwavering, her stature firm and strong. Her appearance revealed long, graceful legs, with a carefully shaped frame, lithe small, and muscular.
In this crumbling city, strays and vivious groups of dogs lurked around every corner. One had to be cruel enough to survive, hard and cold as a rock. After being abandoned by her owner, Bristolis left behind her soft life. Her new, dangerous life had made her undergo a transformation, so horrible and ugly that she had rose quickly above the ranks of her peers and her cats all around her. City life revealed promising aspects, like adventure and the promise of finding something new everyday. But there were deadly enemies, unforgiving, ready to tear apart anything they could find and would kill for food, which as well, was scarce. But the cats would not tremble or quake and fear. Submission was not an option in this world. The night was theirs for the taking.