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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
Her vermillion eyes cast away from her sisters as the redneck swampers finally came, setting her impatience on a backburner in her mind. She still felt entitled to a proper reception, but she supposed their family name wasn't known in these parts. And that, of course, was by her design - the farther they went away from their extended family, the less competition with them. Not to mention, she hardly wanted her older relatives looking down on her actions and snubbing their nose about how a proper matriarch should act. That she was, simultaneously, too bloodthirsty and not ruthless enough.
She looked down on the smaller felines, her dark tail lashing behind her as she wondered if the rumors of a beast were false. She wouldn't put it past the hillbillies to make up a rumor about a big beast to scare off would-be invadors; that rumor combined with the sorry state of the territory would probably ward off most conquerors. But the 'Hoes weren't conquerors - they were hunters. And little felines like these made poor prey. "Thank you for the welcome; like my sister said, I'm Quantum," she spoke, her blood-caked muzzle sprinkling dried red flakes onto the ground as broke up a few clotted streams with the movement. Raising the back of her right forepaw to her face, she rubbed against the itchy spot, causing more clumps to fall or simply embed themselves into the near-white fur of her paw. Flicking her wrist to discard the fragments, she added, "Smoked meats are my specialty. I'm assuming you rednecks have good house barbeque sauce?"
Her vermillion eyes cut to Arrow, though, as she noticed that the cat reluctant to come down, even as she answered the 'Hoes's vitriolic remarks with her own. This didn't impress Quantum in the slightest; if someone didn't have a backbone in the face of danger, then pretending to have one from the safety of a high branch meant nothing. "Primadonas, are we? Is that what you call women that know what they want, these days? It certainly doesn't sound any less condescending than when my male cousins would call me bossy," she playfully retorted with a grin and slight curl of her lip. As a female second in command for a family based primarily on strength, she heard plenty of remarks that came close to sexist, and she long since wore down her tolerance for dealing with them.
Turning to Stocking, the greyscale tigress tilted her head as she heard the warning - and instantly bristled slightly, at the thought of one of them getting sick. That would shot their travel plans in the foot, and they were already running late as it was. "I appreciate the warning. What's your name?" she spoke with genuine gratitude at first, though she instantly code shifted to a wary punch-like tone when she asked for the other female's name. Quantum made a point not to answer personal questions from people that wouldn't even give their identity.
She looked down on the smaller felines, her dark tail lashing behind her as she wondered if the rumors of a beast were false. She wouldn't put it past the hillbillies to make up a rumor about a big beast to scare off would-be invadors; that rumor combined with the sorry state of the territory would probably ward off most conquerors. But the 'Hoes weren't conquerors - they were hunters. And little felines like these made poor prey. "Thank you for the welcome; like my sister said, I'm Quantum," she spoke, her blood-caked muzzle sprinkling dried red flakes onto the ground as broke up a few clotted streams with the movement. Raising the back of her right forepaw to her face, she rubbed against the itchy spot, causing more clumps to fall or simply embed themselves into the near-white fur of her paw. Flicking her wrist to discard the fragments, she added, "Smoked meats are my specialty. I'm assuming you rednecks have good house barbeque sauce?"
Her vermillion eyes cut to Arrow, though, as she noticed that the cat reluctant to come down, even as she answered the 'Hoes's vitriolic remarks with her own. This didn't impress Quantum in the slightest; if someone didn't have a backbone in the face of danger, then pretending to have one from the safety of a high branch meant nothing. "Primadonas, are we? Is that what you call women that know what they want, these days? It certainly doesn't sound any less condescending than when my male cousins would call me bossy," she playfully retorted with a grin and slight curl of her lip. As a female second in command for a family based primarily on strength, she heard plenty of remarks that came close to sexist, and she long since wore down her tolerance for dealing with them.
Turning to Stocking, the greyscale tigress tilted her head as she heard the warning - and instantly bristled slightly, at the thought of one of them getting sick. That would shot their travel plans in the foot, and they were already running late as it was. "I appreciate the warning. What's your name?" she spoke with genuine gratitude at first, though she instantly code shifted to a wary punch-like tone when she asked for the other female's name. Quantum made a point not to answer personal questions from people that wouldn't even give their identity.
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