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- Posted: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 07:47:29 +0000
Sierra Kardis
Kards watched the sorry group as they scattered. The eruption of sound and the smell of sulfur that emerged from the female human’s shiny stick were sickening to her senses. She had sprang away from the resounding booms as soon as they begun, only glancing back once to see that it was the violent male who had been damaged by the noise. ‘Humans truly are despicable. They even turn on their own kind.’ She thought to herself, eyes narrowed as she sank to the ground and slipped into one of her many tunnels. It was time to head to the home den. Warm and safe, it would shield her from the rain that had begun to fall in fat drops upon the earth. With so many new creatures and sounds in the forest today, all she wanted was to curl up and be warm, especially with the heavy pain that had been stabbing at her ribs from the butt of the violent human’s stick.
When she emerged from her tunnel, she found herself in a familiar sector of the forest she called home. This was a place with water, rich greenery, and caves. This was the place she made her home. However, something was still amiss in this area. There were two things she noticed straight off the bat. The smell of fire, burning flesh, and the shifter, who had been in the distance earlier, graced her olfactory glands. The ermine had to wonder if even a proud beast such as a tiger would stoop so low as to become friends with a human, as the others had. ‘No… burned flesh? More likely that lovely lady has killed the vile beast by throwing him in his own flame.’ She thought to herself contentedly. She moved in a large circle around the area, heading to the cave where she made her home den. She paused when the scene came in sight, eyes drinking in the richness of the licking flames. But there was no charred body dying in them, unfortunately.
It did not, however, take her long to spot the white tiger. Her rippling muscles and dagger claws made her into a perfect killing machine. What a splendid creature to be with so many threats hanging about. She padded towards the female shifter on silent feet. She had no fear of her own kind, as shifters were generally peaceful towards one another.
“How do you plan to kill this abomination, tiger?”
She whispered in assumption, eyes glinting in the fire. Her ribs were in too poor of a condition for her to consider killing the human herself but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t watch the show.
Kards watched the sorry group as they scattered. The eruption of sound and the smell of sulfur that emerged from the female human’s shiny stick were sickening to her senses. She had sprang away from the resounding booms as soon as they begun, only glancing back once to see that it was the violent male who had been damaged by the noise. ‘Humans truly are despicable. They even turn on their own kind.’ She thought to herself, eyes narrowed as she sank to the ground and slipped into one of her many tunnels. It was time to head to the home den. Warm and safe, it would shield her from the rain that had begun to fall in fat drops upon the earth. With so many new creatures and sounds in the forest today, all she wanted was to curl up and be warm, especially with the heavy pain that had been stabbing at her ribs from the butt of the violent human’s stick.
When she emerged from her tunnel, she found herself in a familiar sector of the forest she called home. This was a place with water, rich greenery, and caves. This was the place she made her home. However, something was still amiss in this area. There were two things she noticed straight off the bat. The smell of fire, burning flesh, and the shifter, who had been in the distance earlier, graced her olfactory glands. The ermine had to wonder if even a proud beast such as a tiger would stoop so low as to become friends with a human, as the others had. ‘No… burned flesh? More likely that lovely lady has killed the vile beast by throwing him in his own flame.’ She thought to herself contentedly. She moved in a large circle around the area, heading to the cave where she made her home den. She paused when the scene came in sight, eyes drinking in the richness of the licking flames. But there was no charred body dying in them, unfortunately.
It did not, however, take her long to spot the white tiger. Her rippling muscles and dagger claws made her into a perfect killing machine. What a splendid creature to be with so many threats hanging about. She padded towards the female shifter on silent feet. She had no fear of her own kind, as shifters were generally peaceful towards one another.
“How do you plan to kill this abomination, tiger?”
She whispered in assumption, eyes glinting in the fire. Her ribs were in too poor of a condition for her to consider killing the human herself but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t watch the show.