Post by Feather That Drifts On Breeze on Oct 24, 2011 14:59:51 GMT
Feather was wandering the Place of Punishment distractedly. She really disliked it when she had nobody to torture. Well, she had people to torture, but nobody interesting, which was just plain boring. Feather did not like being bored, at all.
She paced for a few minutes around the edge of the Place of Punishment, searching for some stupid victim. Sometimes cats wandered in here by accident in their dreams and if one had done that Feather fully intended to take advantage of that. After all, she was bored and that excused anything... Well, anything except courting. Last cat who'd tried that on her had come to a sticky end.
Finally! Feather caught a scent, fresh upon the icy breeze, of a cat. She ceased her restless pacing and lifted her nose, seeking the source of the scent. Finding it, she pushed her small body into a run.
She wasn't exactly a fast runner, being rather small and unfit, but the Place of Punishment wasn't exactly massive either. Before long she caught sight of their pelt, standing out against the incessant dullness of the sky.
She laughed, a high, cruel, cold laugh. She summoned her guards closer in, shadowy figures she never bothered looking at; they were just tools, there to protect her. Then slowly, as menacingly as possible, she advanced down on the cat who had wandered too far in their dreams.
She paced for a few minutes around the edge of the Place of Punishment, searching for some stupid victim. Sometimes cats wandered in here by accident in their dreams and if one had done that Feather fully intended to take advantage of that. After all, she was bored and that excused anything... Well, anything except courting. Last cat who'd tried that on her had come to a sticky end.
Finally! Feather caught a scent, fresh upon the icy breeze, of a cat. She ceased her restless pacing and lifted her nose, seeking the source of the scent. Finding it, she pushed her small body into a run.
She wasn't exactly a fast runner, being rather small and unfit, but the Place of Punishment wasn't exactly massive either. Before long she caught sight of their pelt, standing out against the incessant dullness of the sky.
She laughed, a high, cruel, cold laugh. She summoned her guards closer in, shadowy figures she never bothered looking at; they were just tools, there to protect her. Then slowly, as menacingly as possible, she advanced down on the cat who had wandered too far in their dreams.