by Hopeflower » Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:17 am
Swift turned his head at a flicker of movement in the corner of his vision. Two black cats, two ginger, one gray. He was too high off the ground to tell exactly who they were, and with the stench of freshly spilled blood all around, it was impossible to catch their scent. To be safe, he turned, dug his claws into the bark of the tree, and started climbing higher, trusting his own dark pelt to keep him safe from view.
Demontalon nodded. She was beginning to feel dizzy from the reek, but she kept going.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown