Post by Sakao Kuro-Nihoto on Aug 14, 2008 23:22:38 GMT -5
Sakao breathed silently, a hand was held to her shredded ear, black earrings temporarily removed. The feline was crouched to the ground, her eyes narrowed as her granite carved face froze, thin pupils watching her prey. Her heart was stopped cold; no animal could ever hear the pound of the beating heart, though it wasn’t like any mobian actually thought she actually had a heart. Her short black fur swayed as she bristled, eyes widening as stress lines appeared around the rim of those mere lines. Her hand shot into a small hole in the ice. Water spewed as an iced fish flopped about in her iron grip. Claws punctured the thick scales, instantly killing the poor creature.
The feline ripped a chunk of fish from its cloak of bone. cooled blood dripped down her throat, Sakao dropped the dead fish back into the hole, and ice was moved back into the gap in the frost. She got up, legs flexing as she lifted herself up, eyes half closed as those sickly hues looked to the sky as thunder suddenly exploded over head.
D*mn. I was going hunting today.. Gah, it’s freezing… Eh, best thing to do is put on my cloak and bare the god*mmed desert..
Sakao rolled her eyes at the thought and reached for the marble handle of her beloved. She lifted the heavy sword with ease, icy dust flowing in the wind as a thin jet of water emitted from the crack the sword left. The living hand hefted the Yu-Bashuri over her shoulder. Dead eye closed as she buttoned the white cloak to her shoulders. It was time to move.
It was insufferably cold as she moved across the thick ice. Light flickered and was distorted through the deficient ice. Mismatched hind paws stepped carefully, claws vigilantly sheathed. It was times like these she really hated Miko. An ice elementalist was probably happier than a pig in mud in this ice age. Sakao grunted in displeasure as she finally made it to the edge of the lake, she had travelled all the way from the center of the worlds largest frozen lake. Sure, she could’ve teleported, but it’d take too much from her stores. Her head shook slowly as she sat down; her half tail cautiously placed out of the way, her sickly green hues closed as her chin rested on the wrist.
Thunder boomed in the distance, the yellow light fractured in the light blue mirror, as slowly, and softly snowflakes blended with white fiber. The snow flakes fell silently to the ground as the lightning and thunder disappeared and powder fluttered to the bitter ice. One such flake landed on pinkish nose. A living eye stared at the one of a kind piece of ice, only for a split second before it melted over her crooked snout. The thin pupils narrowed slowly as she turned her head slowly to look out at the cold landscape, sluggishly moving to her sword stabbed beside her. It was a tool of destruction and of murder. She was a bounty hunter, after all, she was paid to kill and hunt for people who did bad things, and yet she was never hunted down herself.
Sakao pondered this, brow furrowing as her eyes rolled to the sky. The black feline breathed deeply, she didn’t have the will to move at the moment, she couldn’t hunt at the moment, this snow would make it extremely hard to hunt with a thick layer of snow and the trees choked with white ribbons. In a scenery where the purity of white reigns, a flawed black furred feline such as herself would ruin that peace and alert whatever prey she stalked her presence. There was nothing better to do than tuck her ears in and stay warm for the remainder of the snow storm.
The feline ripped a chunk of fish from its cloak of bone. cooled blood dripped down her throat, Sakao dropped the dead fish back into the hole, and ice was moved back into the gap in the frost. She got up, legs flexing as she lifted herself up, eyes half closed as those sickly hues looked to the sky as thunder suddenly exploded over head.
D*mn. I was going hunting today.. Gah, it’s freezing… Eh, best thing to do is put on my cloak and bare the god*mmed desert..
Sakao rolled her eyes at the thought and reached for the marble handle of her beloved. She lifted the heavy sword with ease, icy dust flowing in the wind as a thin jet of water emitted from the crack the sword left. The living hand hefted the Yu-Bashuri over her shoulder. Dead eye closed as she buttoned the white cloak to her shoulders. It was time to move.
It was insufferably cold as she moved across the thick ice. Light flickered and was distorted through the deficient ice. Mismatched hind paws stepped carefully, claws vigilantly sheathed. It was times like these she really hated Miko. An ice elementalist was probably happier than a pig in mud in this ice age. Sakao grunted in displeasure as she finally made it to the edge of the lake, she had travelled all the way from the center of the worlds largest frozen lake. Sure, she could’ve teleported, but it’d take too much from her stores. Her head shook slowly as she sat down; her half tail cautiously placed out of the way, her sickly green hues closed as her chin rested on the wrist.
Thunder boomed in the distance, the yellow light fractured in the light blue mirror, as slowly, and softly snowflakes blended with white fiber. The snow flakes fell silently to the ground as the lightning and thunder disappeared and powder fluttered to the bitter ice. One such flake landed on pinkish nose. A living eye stared at the one of a kind piece of ice, only for a split second before it melted over her crooked snout. The thin pupils narrowed slowly as she turned her head slowly to look out at the cold landscape, sluggishly moving to her sword stabbed beside her. It was a tool of destruction and of murder. She was a bounty hunter, after all, she was paid to kill and hunt for people who did bad things, and yet she was never hunted down herself.
Sakao pondered this, brow furrowing as her eyes rolled to the sky. The black feline breathed deeply, she didn’t have the will to move at the moment, she couldn’t hunt at the moment, this snow would make it extremely hard to hunt with a thick layer of snow and the trees choked with white ribbons. In a scenery where the purity of white reigns, a flawed black furred feline such as herself would ruin that peace and alert whatever prey she stalked her presence. There was nothing better to do than tuck her ears in and stay warm for the remainder of the snow storm.