07-06-2016, 11:47 PM
I was in the darkness; so the darkness I became.
She had been lurking at the border when the lava-made panther found her. The wolves patrolling with her snarled and frothed, clearly uneasy in the fire cats presence. She eyed the beast with a half smirk on her pretty lips, knowing full well where it had come from. And while its presence didn’t concern her, it had certainly peaked her curiosity. Clearly something was urgent if Killdare couldn’t spare the time to come speak to her himself, instead sending his minions in his place. So with that same smirk, she transformed. Even the cats of lava had to admire the monster that rose before him.
The forest was no match for intensity. She thundered on powerful legs, letting loose a feral screech to split the still night air. The wolves howled along with her and ran at her side, their own lips peeled back to reveal yellowed teeth. She did not slow when she reached her kingdom border and neither did they; if Killdare wanted an audience, an audience she would bring. Their combined growls and snarls sent the forest into a frenzy and though her little contingent longed to give chase, they stayed true to the path. A brazen wolf snapped at her ankles and she returned it in kind, bloodlust flooding her veins as the canine blood spilled over her tongue. It would survive, probably…or not. There were more.
She should have slowed when she neared the Chamber border. Common courtesy dictated it. Common courtesy also dictated that her kingdom stay free of stinking fire beasts in the dead of night, but Killdare had shot that rule to hell and so to would she. Opening her lethal mouth she screamed again, a warning to the Chamber residents that she was amongst them. They scattered into the night and all for the better; her eyes, and possibly teeth, were meant only for one. As his sulfur stink flooded her sensitive nostrils she slowed, clawed feet digging into the soft moss. It was like flesh but without the satisfying tang of blood that followed. As the magma king came into view, so did the ice king. And another…like a ghost from her past; Tannor. Her counter part, so to speak, in the grand kingdom exchange executed by their fathers. But unlike her, he had left his kingdom. A growl tore loose from her throat to be matched by her entourage of wolves, revealing a row of lethal teeth. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, showing up here in the middle of the night.” she growled. On the ground, the wicked-sharp toe claw flexed, an action she wasn’t acutely aware of. “Your next words had damn well better be good ones, for they may well be your last.” Of course, she did not know what he harbored in his own breast. She also didn’t care. Right now she was blinded by the anger and the fading bloodlust so common to her raptor form.
Topsail
raptor Queen of the Valley