| only fools walk where Angels fear to tread
I suppose one could say it was boredom that drew my dark form from the confines of Iromar, limbs of grey and black carrying my feminine figure from the gloom and fog of my home and towards the babbling sounds of the riverside. It was a sickening sound really. So annoyingly…..wet, then again, I suppose water is given to such futile noise. I snorted, the sound a piteous thing in its entirety, devoid of any true indignation for care as I wandered, passing between the light and shade the covering of trees ensured, my own form far more inclined to cling to the darkness from which I was born. Perhaps I would return to Iromar in time, when Andras found a task worthy of my talents. I had grown board of attempting to teach Siren the ways of Demons and sought the company of something or someone a little more, let us say, entertaining. Is it wrong to seek such company? To turn from my given task for but a day? I don’t think so. Is not the wrong-ness of the world the very point of the dagger that defines Iromar as a pack? Perhaps Dear Brother would like to hear such talk, to argue such a point should he find disdain in my having momentarily abandoned my task. I should feel such a topic would be quite a delightful discussion. Wrongfully ignoring my rightful task. Hmm, such verbal battle of wits it would be.
The momentary amusement of my own mind was given to allow a simper to trace the fine lines of my darkened lips, paws striding forward with a graceful easy to sweep in silence atop the earth and towards the water’s edge, the metallic pink of my gaze reflected back in the moments in which my image was given to become ensnared within the crystalline waters of my repose. Such tranquillity however, was short-lived, my attention readily captured by another passer-by, eyes narrowed in wary disdain as the wind offered to my nares a taste of his scent. This was no wolf of Diveen and as such my interest favoured near as quickly as it had been given to permeate within the confines of my darkened mind. I was ill amused with my last encounter of the Angelic kind, robbed of a suitable meal by the Assassin of red and white whom had carried the ill-odour of the plains pack and sought to turn my victim against me. I will seek my revenge, in time, after all, such a dashing male is sure to be mated, sure to have been driven by the insatiable urge all Angels desire to procreate and populate that earth with morally corrupt little balls of white fluff that are so tender on the tongue and so pleasing in the gut. Perhaps I will see how brave he is when I hold his child beneath my paws. Ooooh, such a devious thought, such a pleasing one that I am near given to chuckle in delight. For now however- it must wait. Patience is perhaps a virtue, we will see.
Another need is given to make itself known, a hunger stirring within myself as I retire once more to the shadows, darkened form given to recline with all the air and grace of a lady well kept, a Queen of darkness, a maid of shadows and Lady of doom, form stretched and eased in innocent glory atop the earth to simply wait for a victim to present itself, a toy to take away my boredom or a meal to remove the pangs of hunger from my stomach, I shall wait this day, to see what fate may desire to bring to my ever waiting jaws as I lay within the shadows so quietly, so innocently and with much contentment.
Nakki
unless they be a Demon and the Angels be dead |