08-07-2018, 05:02 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:50%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Fighting was in her spirit, brave-hearted and gold. Unlike Bubonicplague, lives had more purpose than reaping and collecting, souls had value. Some positive and rich, other negative and barren. She didn't think of herself to be worthy of deciding who was eligible for life and the unfortunate that weren't, however she knew the taste of death. For her own protection, for the sanctity of others, blood had ran through her claws. There wasn't regret for it, though she wondered sometimes why the stars aligned to make death so necessary. Life had strung her up like a bead, and she just had to clutch on as the other pearls fell.
The brilliant red fighter had been slinking about in the murky undergrowth, blue eyes peering between brindles and ferns. Her gaze traced the figure of Jiyu, before seperating and meeting back at the forms of Nightkit and Bubonicplague. Isolde was aware of the dialogue, the very minimal conversation being spared about on the border. So she took her step forward, head bowing to each of the three. "Isolde." The ginger tabby introduced herself, nostrils flaring ... this figure reeked of death, and the scent was fresh. Her whiskers twitched curiously, before falling into the pace of the path back to the mansion. "I hope you don't take offense to this when I say that I won't be carrying you home too." Isolde's words were humorous, but she kept a flinty face, humility only revealed by the quirk in her heavy brow. She found Jiyu's obedience and superiority complex to be relatable to an extent. Compared to her own upbringing of luxury being dangled just above her and the neglect that followed it, she thought she would take more admiration to the calico. Instead, she was just more intrigued, confused, almost like she was seeing a very different version of herself ... like a parallel universe where her parents had not abandoned her and instead used her to serve the family.
The brilliant red fighter had been slinking about in the murky undergrowth, blue eyes peering between brindles and ferns. Her gaze traced the figure of Jiyu, before seperating and meeting back at the forms of Nightkit and Bubonicplague. Isolde was aware of the dialogue, the very minimal conversation being spared about on the border. So she took her step forward, head bowing to each of the three. "Isolde." The ginger tabby introduced herself, nostrils flaring ... this figure reeked of death, and the scent was fresh. Her whiskers twitched curiously, before falling into the pace of the path back to the mansion. "I hope you don't take offense to this when I say that I won't be carrying you home too." Isolde's words were humorous, but she kept a flinty face, humility only revealed by the quirk in her heavy brow. She found Jiyu's obedience and superiority complex to be relatable to an extent. Compared to her own upbringing of luxury being dangled just above her and the neglect that followed it, she thought she would take more admiration to the calico. Instead, she was just more intrigued, confused, almost like she was seeing a very different version of herself ... like a parallel universe where her parents had not abandoned her and instead used her to serve the family.
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dragging along, follow in your form
[size=8pt]hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
dragging along, follow in your form
[size=8pt]hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn