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shake it,break it, make it bounce - Cara - September 15, 2014
The dissapereance of Whatever-that-creepy-bitch-was-called (Meldresi) hadn't been a surprise for the light colored female. She had joined when Jinx was still lucid, and even when she had died and the reign had fallen onto Cara's hands she had sensed the discomfort of the female. Truth be told she had seen it coming, she had known the creepy bitch would pack her bags and leave. And honestly Cara wouldn't even care if she left. RE: shake it,break it, make it bounce - Leatherface - September 15, 2014 The beast, as was his routine, trekked another lap around the border. It was a mindless action that bought no obvious reward except for the fact that maybe seeing his silhouette stroll through the trees was likely to ward off trespassers. But these motions were mindless for him, and he didn’t think on the cause and effect of his proceedings, he merely flipped through them as they came. And so it was, when pushing his way through the thick undergrowth of the Woods, his gaze shifted to sight pale glint of fur approaching the dark shadows of his pack's lair. Characteristically he did not rouse himself to speak or call out to her. But he approached, far from hidden as he halted near the base of a tree to gaze openly at her. Leatherface's tail made no movements, it fell listlessly behind; asserting no dominance, nor puffing up his pose. Instead the beast stared silently, the metal of his eyes heavy with a question. What would she do? RE: shake it,break it, make it bounce - Cara - September 15, 2014 hihi
Her eyes traced the outlines of the eerie looking trees that acted as gates to the unkown land of the Blackfeather Woods. A cold shiver was sent running down her spine as the breeze folded one of the branches, making an awful creaking sound that could only be the work of monsters. Cara was not superticious nor she was devoted to any particular god or faith, but she did believe in evil -- and that forest held the essence of it. |