08-08-2018, 03:44 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her prerogative had not been to come to the basement at all. Instead she should have been in the control room. Should have been. She'd told herself not to go to the basement because of those kids being down there. The ones that Bastille had found wandering in the territory before locking them up. Hell, she had even told herself not to go to that basement, especially after the thing she had said in the meeting. The thing no one seemed to notice slip from her muzzle but then again she wasn't going to refresh their memories or even bring it up again. She could take matters into her own paws if need be. Yet, she had tried her hardest to keep away because something was wrong. Rather anyone else noticed it or not she got this creeping feeling along her spine as if something was crawling up her back. Flashes of that white tree, always that white tree but it mattered little now.
Quiet paws stepped forward through the darkness, eyes partially glowed with ominous amber. Such a deeper shade than they normally was. Her black pelt kept her well hidden as she watched the group all clamoring around the kids whom she no longer saw as just that. War was pain. War shattered and broke things and now she only saw the kids as bargaining chips, something to be used. Her mind was bending and breaking to some dark will that was stronger than herself and her eyes narrowed upon one of the kids. Claws lightly unsheathed and she breathed in a low breath, head twitching, a feeling pressing heavily on the back of her neck where her implants used to be. A strange mental itch she just couldn't shake and yet she didn't say anything, just watched with a vague look of pain upon her face for the moment and then after another second she seemed fine. Fine enough to come forward now and shift her gaze over to Bastille. "We should be getting to that control room....soon." Her voice was neutral as she swept her gaze back over the room. Her tail wavering just slightly before she looked to the kid again.
It happened like a lighting rod. In her head she saw her movements, her claws outstretched and piecing the child's throat before anyone had any idea what had even happened. She was quick enough that was for sure and she could do it, she could. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back a bit, wincing outwardly as she turned her head away from the kid as if bitch slapped. Her jaw trembled before she forcibly turned her back to all of them, shoulders hunched and claws tapping against the ground. Calm, calm. Her eyes closed for a moment before she breathed out a breath and forced herself to sit up straight but she didn't turn back to look at them. They would decide where the kids would go and she try to desperately keep herself away from them.
Quiet paws stepped forward through the darkness, eyes partially glowed with ominous amber. Such a deeper shade than they normally was. Her black pelt kept her well hidden as she watched the group all clamoring around the kids whom she no longer saw as just that. War was pain. War shattered and broke things and now she only saw the kids as bargaining chips, something to be used. Her mind was bending and breaking to some dark will that was stronger than herself and her eyes narrowed upon one of the kids. Claws lightly unsheathed and she breathed in a low breath, head twitching, a feeling pressing heavily on the back of her neck where her implants used to be. A strange mental itch she just couldn't shake and yet she didn't say anything, just watched with a vague look of pain upon her face for the moment and then after another second she seemed fine. Fine enough to come forward now and shift her gaze over to Bastille. "We should be getting to that control room....soon." Her voice was neutral as she swept her gaze back over the room. Her tail wavering just slightly before she looked to the kid again.
It happened like a lighting rod. In her head she saw her movements, her claws outstretched and piecing the child's throat before anyone had any idea what had even happened. She was quick enough that was for sure and she could do it, she could. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back a bit, wincing outwardly as she turned her head away from the kid as if bitch slapped. Her jaw trembled before she forcibly turned her back to all of them, shoulders hunched and claws tapping against the ground. Calm, calm. Her eyes closed for a moment before she breathed out a breath and forced herself to sit up straight but she didn't turn back to look at them. They would decide where the kids would go and she try to desperately keep herself away from them.