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Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 23:54:29 GMT -5
A little odd, a bit strange. Aquamarine eyes that seemed to give off their own light, glowing eerily in the darkness. Her fur was a beautiful silver overall, shaded with soft tones of a desaturated brown and dark grey. Just a little bit off, slightly astray. She walked with a peculiar rhythm, if it could even be named as such, with bird-like movements. She was young, nearly childlike in the face, but her posture revealed a wiser moon. She did not dare cross the border, waiting patiently.
"Oh, are you tempting fate?" The question was teasing, steps away from mocking, and quite amused.
It was pretty cool to be a black cat in the league. Before the other she cat could have seen the hunter's body, she would have been met with a pair of big, staring yellow eyes like something out of a bad nightmare. Then, out of the darkness of the forest and the overhanging fog, seemed to just materialize the shape of a rather ordinary black she cat, only made distinct by the noticeable effects of league training which had made her likely naturally delicate frame more athletic in physique, and the fact her pelt was graced a few obvious scars, most recent though a couple old, with half of the new looking in the process being completely healed and the ones that weren't seeming to be so deep and ugly that it was likely they'd never truly patch up. Despite the slightly rough shape she seemed to still be in, the hunter had a confidence and health to her step that made it obvious if the wounds had ever been a cause of pain, they weren't anymore.
"You know that that small bit of distance isn't going to cut it though, right girl? Like, if you don't scram, it's kind of in my job description to kill you." Elleth's words were so comically blunt one could have easily mistaken it for just joking around, if it wasn't for the fact her pelt still held the irony scent of blood that made it clear she had likely just come back from some sort of fight, and her claws were unsheathed and, despite being relatively well cleaned, still had the slight dye in a hue of pink that likely, not long ago, had been a damp scarlet.
Post by xx.sapphire on Jan 19, 2019 22:56:24 GMT -5
"Then kill me, fool," she responded sharply, her expression unchanged as the other came into view. Within her, she couldn't deny the slight pump of adrenaline that flashed through her arteries, returning as poorly disguised fear through her veins, creeping into her brain like a plague. The cat straightened out, rolling back her shoulders. She couldn't show weakness.
