07-05-2018, 06:59 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]She was frustrated and highly so. No matter what she did there was an unsettling anger within her and she didn't want to listen to anyone that tried to 'help' her or 'calm' her. None of these animals she could trust so their words meant nothing to her. The only thing that mattered was her mission, her goal and that was to wring the Director's neck. Everything else was at the bottom of her list and frankly she didn't care what everyone else thought or how they felt. Because at the end of the day they were just disposable soldiers and that was all. If they got in her way then she would have no other reason but to take them out and if she had to ransack this whole place.... Her thoughts stopped there and she seemed taken aback by what she was thinking, pulling herself to sit up suddenly within the forest where she had hidden herself. Socializing wasn't something she was best in and she chose to isolate herself from the rest of the group. There was hardly a need for her to get to know them anyway. "Come on Carolina, get it together." There was always something to do and so she walked deeper into the trees, trying not to let her mind wander.
But it always did and it was always painful. Especially when it went to him and she would. not. think. of. him. Not now because if she did it would most likely cripple her. Training, mindless and routine movements of her body would be able to take her mind off of stuff for a little while til she was able to get a good lead and begin her mission anew. So she would train, she'd get better, be better and fight to destroy those that attempted to take her out. Get back at those that stole the life she had away from her. Claws shredded the ground as she walked and she hadn't quite gotten the hang of sheathing them back anymore so the thick black curved weapons stood out proudly and dug into the ground, tearing it up and she didn't much care about it.
Once in the clearing where she had set up a few dummies for small practice she first took a deep breath, shoulders hunched just slightly before she stretched out her form. Her back arched before she pulled her body forward and stretched out her front legs before she was suddenly running, sudden speed that was very much uncommon for her species, the air around her whistled and she could feel the air beneath her paws and around her body fueling her and causing it. It seemed to be a strange occurrence that she wasn't very sure about but she didn't try to dissect it and figure out why. No point when she was used to moving fast anyway and that was one of her strongest skill sets. Her quick movements were unparalleled and that was where she excelled. Her claws flew up suddenly against one dummy but never made contact until the last second against the opposite side, tearing into the fabric with a sickening tear before she whipped around and sliced straight across the abdomen. It was almost rabid how she attacked the thing, lunging forward to fix her teeth into the neck and she store the head clean off, throwing it hard against the ground. A dummy was a poor choice for a partner but she was sure she'd accidentally kill someone who tried to spar against her.
Eyes fixated on the head upon the ground her claws started a staccato tapping against the ground just like when she had first gotten here. The cause of it was her frayed nerves, her mind yelling at her to keep moving but she didn't have the chance to when thick steps came in her direction. Whipping around she viewed the hulking form of Washington's feline body coming into the clearing and she relaxed marginally, sitting down with a sudden movement while her claws continued to tap against the ground in a quick pace. His comment made her tilt her head a bit before she shrugged her shoulders. "You are supposed to adapt quickly to any situation. It's strange sure but we are made for strange situations. And I can't say the same for you. You look like you gained a bit of....weight." Her tone was a little lackluster and she forced herself to rise up again as she moved to the side, looking him up and down before she narrowed her eyes. "So what's the lowdown?"
But it always did and it was always painful. Especially when it went to him and she would. not. think. of. him. Not now because if she did it would most likely cripple her. Training, mindless and routine movements of her body would be able to take her mind off of stuff for a little while til she was able to get a good lead and begin her mission anew. So she would train, she'd get better, be better and fight to destroy those that attempted to take her out. Get back at those that stole the life she had away from her. Claws shredded the ground as she walked and she hadn't quite gotten the hang of sheathing them back anymore so the thick black curved weapons stood out proudly and dug into the ground, tearing it up and she didn't much care about it.
Once in the clearing where she had set up a few dummies for small practice she first took a deep breath, shoulders hunched just slightly before she stretched out her form. Her back arched before she pulled her body forward and stretched out her front legs before she was suddenly running, sudden speed that was very much uncommon for her species, the air around her whistled and she could feel the air beneath her paws and around her body fueling her and causing it. It seemed to be a strange occurrence that she wasn't very sure about but she didn't try to dissect it and figure out why. No point when she was used to moving fast anyway and that was one of her strongest skill sets. Her quick movements were unparalleled and that was where she excelled. Her claws flew up suddenly against one dummy but never made contact until the last second against the opposite side, tearing into the fabric with a sickening tear before she whipped around and sliced straight across the abdomen. It was almost rabid how she attacked the thing, lunging forward to fix her teeth into the neck and she store the head clean off, throwing it hard against the ground. A dummy was a poor choice for a partner but she was sure she'd accidentally kill someone who tried to spar against her.
Eyes fixated on the head upon the ground her claws started a staccato tapping against the ground just like when she had first gotten here. The cause of it was her frayed nerves, her mind yelling at her to keep moving but she didn't have the chance to when thick steps came in her direction. Whipping around she viewed the hulking form of Washington's feline body coming into the clearing and she relaxed marginally, sitting down with a sudden movement while her claws continued to tap against the ground in a quick pace. His comment made her tilt her head a bit before she shrugged her shoulders. "You are supposed to adapt quickly to any situation. It's strange sure but we are made for strange situations. And I can't say the same for you. You look like you gained a bit of....weight." Her tone was a little lackluster and she forced herself to rise up again as she moved to the side, looking him up and down before she narrowed her eyes. "So what's the lowdown?"