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Posted by Stitch on January 27, 2008, 12:49 am
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What was life but an excuse to suffer whatever the gods decided to throw your way, causing you to dance as their bullets shattered around your paws; it was a chance to amuse others, to take away their pain by inflicting it upon someone else, who would then pass it on and continue this small.. whatever one could class it as. Now death, it was a mere chance to rest from the hell they called earth, a chance to escape and actually be able to close your eyes without a thought that one, at any moment, would come and attack you.
Heavy, oversized paws fell silently to the ground, each movement like a wave crashing upon the earth's surface. The lynx's two-tone pelt now wavered as her muscles rippled, causing what looked like metallic emerald-silver rips on her onyx pelt upon her back to shudder. Mind wandered aimlessly upon these pointless subjects as she threw herself forwards, the same hued silver emerald tipped auds pressed firmly upon her skull to avoid being too wind stricken. Gazing at the earth and having this feline's point of view caused for a truely different experiance. Misty emerald were the colour of the occuli she gazed through, they looked as though they were orbs of glass with mist inside them, always swirling around, yet however the pale white didn't mean blindness in her case, it was simply the way it went.
The scent of other creatures had attracted her here, brought the lynx into the lands to seek a home. Her last pride had been useless, the were dull and cared for lazing around; but wasn't that the feline way? No, she didn't think it should be. Skull now dropped to look at her onyx pillars, her right one covered by a sock made from many different materials, held together by an obviously odd stitching. The same matellic emerald silver then lined her toes on that same pillar, unlike her other one that just continued on with the same blackened colour. And to complete this feline, her name for a fact was Stitch, new comer to these lands.
With each bound her pillars pulled upwards, folding under her chest while her hind ones pushed off the ground, sending Stitch through the air and ever so closer to her final stop, where she would await an alpha to see to her. Pads fell silently upon the chilled lands as the scent grew stronger then dropped away, in her mind the feline knew that the alphas were most likely canines, but to her she didn't care upon the creatures beings, not much anyway.
Coming to a slow now, Stitch allowed the wind to breeze gently through her mid-length pelt, her auds now perking as she listened for anyone. Of course, if one had the voice then one may howl, but in the lynx's case a roar would have been a more.. fittable choice. But then again, she was upwind and by the sudden drop in scent the pack were down, meaning it wouldn't be hard to miss her feline's scent. Rump fell to the ground, her stump upon it now flicked the best it could, that being part of her Lynx characteristics. Maw opened in a yawn, tongue lolled out and pearls flashed. Now, all she could do was await the audience she so willingly seeked.
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