Post by X|xPoisonx|X on Jun 23, 2012 0:39:01 GMT -5
Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me
No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't remember, remember.
[/color]Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't remember, remember.
~Rainsong~
The scent of decay fills the stagnant air. Blood stains the earth. Nothing grows here, and nothing ever will. There is no birdsong, no cheerful sunshine or warm breeze to stir the putrid air. An occasional scream from some miserable tortured soul shatters the crushing silence. Ghastly shadows dart across the landscape from no apparent source. This is a place of misery, of nightmares. To the lone feline lounging next to a pool of blood, this is paradise. A lone figure appears in the distance pealing out terrified mewlings, perking the silvery ears of the watcher. The pale cat races towards her, paws bloody and scraped by the unforgiving land. She blinks huge sapphire eyes and lazily climbs to her paws. Pausing briefly to lap up a few salty drops of the sticky crimson puddle she waits patiently. Claws flexing in and out of their sheathes in anticipation as the stranger finally reaches her spot of repose she cocks her head to the side. A false concern flooding her gaze she rushes forward just as the cat collapses. What happened to you?" The beautiful flame point she-cat is gravely wounded and weak. Her jaw working furiously to create sound but none comes out. "You don't look so good my dear" the silver cat muses. A change sweeps over her. Her delicate face twisting in hatred. "You don't look so good at all!" Smirking in victory she circles the ruinous she-cat. Crouching low she snaps her fangs mere inches away from the fallen she-cats ear. A warning. "You know I don't believe your going to survive. It's tragic how I found you cold and lifeless, alone in this wasteland" Giggling as terror floods the cats eyes the vicious warrior springs. Her pearly fangs crunching swiftly into the throat of her victim, hind paws churning to shred and tear the once perfectly groomed fur on her belly. It is over quickly. A pallor hazing over the lifeless blue eyes turning them ashen. New blood splashes onto the dusty earth. Silver fur matted with gore the she-cat drops her corpse and throws back her head to yowl. But before she utters a sound she is plunged into darkness. Screeching in fury she almost does not hear a the familiar call of a raven.
Jolting back to reality Rainsong growls her anger at being woken. High above her perched on a slimy vine a huge raven mocks her anger with raucous caws. Laying on one of the twisted roots that rise out of the muck Rainsong watches the bird with narrowed orbs. One hop, two, three hops down from his perch he is now within range. Tail lashing the powerful she-cat launches from her sleeping place. Long curved claws glinting in the weak light she snatches the raven into hr deadly grasp. Pulling it viciously towards her she sinks her pearly fangs deep into it's throat. It thrashes once then is still. Careful balancing with her black tipped tail waving the beautiful she-cat drops her victim onto the root. Crimson covers her usually spotless maw. Licking the salty substance from her whiskers she sits gazing out from the Ancient Tree. Her tail wrapped neatly around her muck streaked paws. She turns her head to see it is nearly sunset. "Hmm I was 'supposed' to be hunting. I hope this will do" Instead of heading back to the Westclan camp the she-cat decides to wait and watch the death of the blazing sky giant.
Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel
[/size][/center]The scent of decay fills the stagnant air. Blood stains the earth. Nothing grows here, and nothing ever will. There is no birdsong, no cheerful sunshine or warm breeze to stir the putrid air. An occasional scream from some miserable tortured soul shatters the crushing silence. Ghastly shadows dart across the landscape from no apparent source. This is a place of misery, of nightmares. To the lone feline lounging next to a pool of blood, this is paradise. A lone figure appears in the distance pealing out terrified mewlings, perking the silvery ears of the watcher. The pale cat races towards her, paws bloody and scraped by the unforgiving land. She blinks huge sapphire eyes and lazily climbs to her paws. Pausing briefly to lap up a few salty drops of the sticky crimson puddle she waits patiently. Claws flexing in and out of their sheathes in anticipation as the stranger finally reaches her spot of repose she cocks her head to the side. A false concern flooding her gaze she rushes forward just as the cat collapses. What happened to you?" The beautiful flame point she-cat is gravely wounded and weak. Her jaw working furiously to create sound but none comes out. "You don't look so good my dear" the silver cat muses. A change sweeps over her. Her delicate face twisting in hatred. "You don't look so good at all!" Smirking in victory she circles the ruinous she-cat. Crouching low she snaps her fangs mere inches away from the fallen she-cats ear. A warning. "You know I don't believe your going to survive. It's tragic how I found you cold and lifeless, alone in this wasteland" Giggling as terror floods the cats eyes the vicious warrior springs. Her pearly fangs crunching swiftly into the throat of her victim, hind paws churning to shred and tear the once perfectly groomed fur on her belly. It is over quickly. A pallor hazing over the lifeless blue eyes turning them ashen. New blood splashes onto the dusty earth. Silver fur matted with gore the she-cat drops her corpse and throws back her head to yowl. But before she utters a sound she is plunged into darkness. Screeching in fury she almost does not hear a the familiar call of a raven.
Jolting back to reality Rainsong growls her anger at being woken. High above her perched on a slimy vine a huge raven mocks her anger with raucous caws. Laying on one of the twisted roots that rise out of the muck Rainsong watches the bird with narrowed orbs. One hop, two, three hops down from his perch he is now within range. Tail lashing the powerful she-cat launches from her sleeping place. Long curved claws glinting in the weak light she snatches the raven into hr deadly grasp. Pulling it viciously towards her she sinks her pearly fangs deep into it's throat. It thrashes once then is still. Careful balancing with her black tipped tail waving the beautiful she-cat drops her victim onto the root. Crimson covers her usually spotless maw. Licking the salty substance from her whiskers she sits gazing out from the Ancient Tree. Her tail wrapped neatly around her muck streaked paws. She turns her head to see it is nearly sunset. "Hmm I was 'supposed' to be hunting. I hope this will do" Instead of heading back to the Westclan camp the she-cat decides to wait and watch the death of the blazing sky giant.
Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel
