Post by ` `shadsywadsy. on Jul 11, 2013 15:42:09 GMT -5
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
The night was chilly and foggy. The air was thick with cloud, it be a wonder if anyone could see their own tail in front of them, much less a tree that was coming straight at them. But the further you got from the river, the thinner the fog got. The fog also made the air damp, s damp it was practically as dense as the river the itself. Dew hung off the leaves, dripping down down down in synchronized patterns, making a rhythm to their dripping. It was like music to those who were out, haunting the shadows, lurking in the fog. This night was the perfect night to be hunting. The prey could be heard, as long as you were listening you could find it. It was easy to find. You just had to be silent and fast, and be alert.
That was exactly what she was doing. Her silver tabby pelt blended in perfectly with the shadows and fog, so even if something did see her it looked like a figment of imagination. Her paw steps were silent and quick. This was her territory, and she knew every part of it. She haunted these woods with her sadistic smile and emotionless eyes. And her clanmates knew nothing about it. They didn't know who she turned into at night, or even during the day sometimes. Whenever she was alone, it was subject to happen. Anytime she killed a piece of prey, anytime she was reminiscing on the past.
Her quick and silent steps led her to the stepping stones where an unfortunate event was about to take place. She knew it as soon as she heard the clicking sounds of tiny claws on stone. She unsheathed hers, listening since her sight was impaired by the fog and night. It was scampering, but then it stopped closer to her. She heard it begin to nibble on something, she guessed a reed. She was pretty sure it was a chipmunk, but it might have been a squirrel too. She wasn't quite sure. She just knew that it was hers now.
She took slow and silent paw steps, planning out every possibility. She knew it was on the rock that was just a short jump from shore, but she didn't know where on the rock. It would be too risky to just blindly jump. And so she went past it a little ways where she could slip into the water. She dipped in slowly and silently, ready to attack and send the prey to a place better than this one, hopefully. She propelled herself in the rather shallow water with silent ease. She had perfected this skill, and used it mostly to attack unsuspecting voles at the waters edge. It was easier when it was foggy, though. It concealed her body. She knew she reached the rock when it appeared just in front of her. She stopped suddenly, making a small splash. She listened, and she could tell whatever was nibbling did too, but it couldn't see her, or hear anything else, so it continued on eating whatever it was eating, giving her the exact location. She took a breath and swam gently around u til she saw the reed, and then the squirrel that was chewing on it. She sunk down to the bottom of the river, which wasn't too far above her head, and used her back legs to push up and launch herself out the water.
It must have looked graceful, a predator, jaws open wide, jumping out the water to kill her prey. But she didn't kill it right away. She just pinned it between her front legs and jaws on its throat. Its tortured screams echoed throughout the forest as she scrambled her back legs up onto the rock. She didn't care if it screamed and let the whole forest know that there was a killer on the lose. She only needed this piece of prey. She gently glided her jaws up its throat, barely piercing the skin. The taste of its blood was glorious. She thrived on it, because it signified the pain this animal was facing. It squirmed, realizing its demise was near, but that only made her claws drive deeper into its legs. She snarled at it, hoping to shut it up, but it didn't. She had to stop that now, it was getting on her nerves. But if she ended its life, she couldn't see it bleed and suffer, and that was the best part.
She took one claw, the other still pinning the prey to the ground, and slowly tore open the animals stomach. Its insides spilled out, and she closed her eyes with pleasure. Oh she loved this. Her breathing was hard, hearing the pained screams of the animal that was slowly bleeding out every drop of blood it had on this miserable rock. She took her jaws and snapped the prey's neck in them, ending its screams. She was always a fan of ending it quickly after she tortured, after she got her rush. The steeping stones were far enough from camp they wouldn't have heard them, so she didn't bother with hurrying to clean things up. She would just look at it for a while, relish in what she did. She had the self control to do it things like this, unlike her father, who tortured poor and innocent cats.
She started cleaning her paws, which other than her chest were the only things with blood on them. She licked them clean, not necessarily liking the taste, but doing it anyway. If a clan cat did happen to walk up, she needed to be able to say it wasn't her. And she had only just arrived. She hated having to lie, but she had to hide her secrets behind eloquence and poise. Her girly manner was the only thing keeping cats from suspecting her. They probably suspected Frozenpaw, that ignorant self-harming bastard. He was nothing compared to her. Her darkness went so much deeper than hers. He could still be saved. And she was beyond that. Much beyond that. Tonight events showed that. She glanced back down to the squirrel and briefly wondered if it had a family. Then realized she didn't care. It was a stupid squirrel. No one would miss it, and it could still be eaten by her. If she really wanted to.
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