08-14-2018, 04:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2018, 04:41 PM by VERSAILLESPALACE.)
Versaillespalace remembers sparring with her mother, once. Her eyelids squeeze together and flashes of angry claws sailing past her whiskers lurk in the darkness, writhing in the chasmic abyss of her memories until they're too close, too real that it jostles her out of her unwilling reverie. Her mother may not have been the gentlest of hearts, but she'd certainly been the fiercest of warriors.
She remembers picking herself up at the end of the fight, only to be knocked down again with an angry paw to her head. Do better, her mother had said. Do better or you're dead. She'd promised to be the one to kill Versailles if she didn't learn quickly enough how to defend herself, and while it was wrong it had done its job, for day after day the young she-cat would fight as if her life depended on it... until she learned. It was never a question of if, just when. It was never a question of whether, but how long.
She wanders over with an unfathomable expression on her face, claws clicking against the cold floor. The air around her is lit up with her glowing, golden markings, warm but heavy with unwanted memories infiltrating her subconscious. The panther comes to a stop next to Hazel, mismatched eyes flashing towards the others briefly in greeting before taking a seat to watch.
Thea's question wrenches her out of her thoughts, and she's quick to press her lips together before formulating what could be considered as a response. "Because it is merely a spar." Her glowing speckles flare out before dimming, not wanting the light they emit to be a distraction to the combatants.
She remembers picking herself up at the end of the fight, only to be knocked down again with an angry paw to her head. Do better, her mother had said. Do better or you're dead. She'd promised to be the one to kill Versailles if she didn't learn quickly enough how to defend herself, and while it was wrong it had done its job, for day after day the young she-cat would fight as if her life depended on it... until she learned. It was never a question of if, just when. It was never a question of whether, but how long.
She wanders over with an unfathomable expression on her face, claws clicking against the cold floor. The air around her is lit up with her glowing, golden markings, warm but heavy with unwanted memories infiltrating her subconscious. The panther comes to a stop next to Hazel, mismatched eyes flashing towards the others briefly in greeting before taking a seat to watch.
Thea's question wrenches her out of her thoughts, and she's quick to press her lips together before formulating what could be considered as a response. "Because it is merely a spar." Her glowing speckles flare out before dimming, not wanting the light they emit to be a distraction to the combatants.
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE WAS A KIND OF EMPTINESS
VERSAILLESPALACE A.