06-04-2018, 12:23 AM
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There's really just one thing that we have in common
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
Whisper was not blind to love. She has always watched the affairs of creatures on the throws of affection aching for each other. Watching prisoner's clutch each other between the bars, clan mates violently stake a claim on one another in means of it. Whisper was, admittedly not a good judge of love, she had watched others in love but, has she ever felt it? Not in her lifetime before this one. Before there was only a bare acknowledgement. A ping of the radar as she listed her classmates and enemies weakness. A tinge of jealousy, a festering rage. Whisper knew that love made someone crazy, it made people clueless and creatures savage, and that could be exploited. It could be used.
Rather in her old life she was the one to end love. Not hate, but dispassionate slaughter. She would separate lovers and family alike. Pulling them apart before each other's eyes. With clanmates she had always made it seem like the other was cheating. Paranoid jealous lovers. Dark twisted victims of her deceit crying out it dismay as whisper claimed to be a lost children of an affair. She would watch in glee as they fell apart. As things become unwoven in her careful schemes. A cruel heart under the calm fluffy persona she now carried. Without a family, without love- whisper had grown up cruel, and she had died alone.
So when she spotted the other calling amunet love, she knew it instantly for a lie. She saw Funrisulfur and Amunet and called that love. The careless affection, unconscious reminders that were public. Possessive but calming, reminding each other. Soft warm love. Gentle, not desperate. Kind and not cruel. Whisper was not made of love. She was made of terrible things. Wrapped in fur and given claws, teeth. Reminders. That she was not made of love. Unloved.
When she saw Kaatatchi move to hurt her. Whisper felt it all come out into the open. Lightening raced up her fur. Crackling through her fur. Her vision swam in the color of ice. She felt monstrous again, dangerous. Once bright blue eyes were now a void. 'Welcome to the family" Amunet had told her, welcomed her. She had made whisper feel loved ad by gods whoever dared take away that love from whisper better learn to run.
The young pupy did not grow suddenly, or grew more eyes or anything like that. It was minuscule changes. Jumping from behind the six foot panther aiming to use Amunet as a shield until she barreled into Kaatatchi. Her small hooked clawed like feet aiming to sink deep into the larger feline.The puppy aiming to claw up his flank.❝Who are you stranger.❞ The puppy whispered, her voice carrying by the silence alone. The void that is filled by the quiet trempleing puppy. The monster under Whisper's skin calling for blood.❝ Let me see. Let me see.❞
Dark red eyes swirlled, four oculars blinking into the open intruder's gaze and aimed to she dig her claws in deeper with the intent of telepathy. Sending him horrible images, Screaming children burning cities. Aiming to force him to watch in a hallucination his own torture by a big black wolf with blue eyes and a smile not unlike whisper's own. Referred to as Famori's touch- a demon had given her the ability, though she was unsure of it's power now- to send others deep into insanity with just a touch.
Whisper was new, she was unsure of her footing in this clan. Unsure fo the people here and the kind of monsters that lurked in this swamp. But one thing was certain. In her old life, she had died a loveless beast. In her old life she killed herself because of her own isolation. Now- here. The pup has felt more love in this life- in this place from Amunet that she ever had from her true honest [i]family. One thing was certain and that was that whisper was Protective.
//Whisper coming in for the rescue
*Shakes fist* One day i will match muse. But that day is not today
Rather in her old life she was the one to end love. Not hate, but dispassionate slaughter. She would separate lovers and family alike. Pulling them apart before each other's eyes. With clanmates she had always made it seem like the other was cheating. Paranoid jealous lovers. Dark twisted victims of her deceit crying out it dismay as whisper claimed to be a lost children of an affair. She would watch in glee as they fell apart. As things become unwoven in her careful schemes. A cruel heart under the calm fluffy persona she now carried. Without a family, without love- whisper had grown up cruel, and she had died alone.
So when she spotted the other calling amunet love, she knew it instantly for a lie. She saw Funrisulfur and Amunet and called that love. The careless affection, unconscious reminders that were public. Possessive but calming, reminding each other. Soft warm love. Gentle, not desperate. Kind and not cruel. Whisper was not made of love. She was made of terrible things. Wrapped in fur and given claws, teeth. Reminders. That she was not made of love. Unloved.
When she saw Kaatatchi move to hurt her. Whisper felt it all come out into the open. Lightening raced up her fur. Crackling through her fur. Her vision swam in the color of ice. She felt monstrous again, dangerous. Once bright blue eyes were now a void. 'Welcome to the family" Amunet had told her, welcomed her. She had made whisper feel loved ad by gods whoever dared take away that love from whisper better learn to run.
The young pupy did not grow suddenly, or grew more eyes or anything like that. It was minuscule changes. Jumping from behind the six foot panther aiming to use Amunet as a shield until she barreled into Kaatatchi. Her small hooked clawed like feet aiming to sink deep into the larger feline.The puppy aiming to claw up his flank.❝Who are you stranger.❞ The puppy whispered, her voice carrying by the silence alone. The void that is filled by the quiet trempleing puppy. The monster under Whisper's skin calling for blood.❝ Let me see. Let me see.❞
Dark red eyes swirlled, four oculars blinking into the open intruder's gaze and aimed to she dig her claws in deeper with the intent of telepathy. Sending him horrible images, Screaming children burning cities. Aiming to force him to watch in a hallucination his own torture by a big black wolf with blue eyes and a smile not unlike whisper's own. Referred to as Famori's touch- a demon had given her the ability, though she was unsure of it's power now- to send others deep into insanity with just a touch.
Whisper was new, she was unsure of her footing in this clan. Unsure fo the people here and the kind of monsters that lurked in this swamp. But one thing was certain. In her old life, she had died a loveless beast. In her old life she killed herself because of her own isolation. Now- here. The pup has felt more love in this life- in this place from Amunet that she ever had from her true honest [i]family. One thing was certain and that was that whisper was Protective.
//Whisper coming in for the rescue
*Shakes fist* One day i will match muse. But that day is not today