There's a place downtown, where the freaks all come around
Mar 8, 2015 1:21:50 GMT -5
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Post by Dyzzie on Mar 8, 2015 1:21:50 GMT -5
Tags: ℓυиαя and open to anyone else who wants to play with the pretty Wicca
You know the constant whispers of your mother when you were but a kit, telling you there's no monsters beneath the nest, no demons in the shadows, no danger out there that could ever hurt you . . . She lied. There is many-a-dangers that could be a threat to not just you, but her as well. This is the story of such a threat. She might not look it, with silky white fur, draped in a lovely fashion. Bright green eyes that sparkled like dark emeralds. Even the way she walked was more about sex appeal than about threatening anyone. but beyond the cloak of an angel lay the soul of a demon.
Wicca lay curled beneath the limbs of a tree, trying to get some rest, her soft, fluffy plume of a tail draped over her face. Trying to cut out the light, the noise, trying to get some sleep. It wasn't working though. Just a little ways away and mother was letting her kits run wild, screaming and playing, and pissing the sleeping dragon off. Wicca's ears began to flatten, clawed paws digging into, treading the soil with agitation. Another squealing shriek. Another shout of laughter. Her eyes squeezed shut, her tail pulling more firmly around herself, until finally. She exploded.
"Won't you rats just shut up! If you make one more pip of a noise, I'll claw your throats out and wear your pelts like jewelry!" She shouted, standing in a brisk movement, emerald eyes sparking with a dangerous, and almost demented fire as she stared down at the four terrified kits, and a speechless mother. "Go the hell away, and leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep!" She didn't need to say anything else as the mother quickly rounded up the kits and led them away, shooting her a dirty look, "Don't let the grass hit ya on the way out, sweetheart." Wicca sneered back to her dirty look, flicking her tail in dismissal before sighing as she stared at her make shift nest.
And now she wasn't tired anymore. Stupid rats . . . . .
You know the constant whispers of your mother when you were but a kit, telling you there's no monsters beneath the nest, no demons in the shadows, no danger out there that could ever hurt you . . . She lied. There is many-a-dangers that could be a threat to not just you, but her as well. This is the story of such a threat. She might not look it, with silky white fur, draped in a lovely fashion. Bright green eyes that sparkled like dark emeralds. Even the way she walked was more about sex appeal than about threatening anyone. but beyond the cloak of an angel lay the soul of a demon.
Wicca lay curled beneath the limbs of a tree, trying to get some rest, her soft, fluffy plume of a tail draped over her face. Trying to cut out the light, the noise, trying to get some sleep. It wasn't working though. Just a little ways away and mother was letting her kits run wild, screaming and playing, and pissing the sleeping dragon off. Wicca's ears began to flatten, clawed paws digging into, treading the soil with agitation. Another squealing shriek. Another shout of laughter. Her eyes squeezed shut, her tail pulling more firmly around herself, until finally. She exploded.
"Won't you rats just shut up! If you make one more pip of a noise, I'll claw your throats out and wear your pelts like jewelry!" She shouted, standing in a brisk movement, emerald eyes sparking with a dangerous, and almost demented fire as she stared down at the four terrified kits, and a speechless mother. "Go the hell away, and leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep!" She didn't need to say anything else as the mother quickly rounded up the kits and led them away, shooting her a dirty look, "Don't let the grass hit ya on the way out, sweetheart." Wicca sneered back to her dirty look, flicking her tail in dismissal before sighing as she stared at her make shift nest.
And now she wasn't tired anymore. Stupid rats . . . . .
