01-18-2009, 03:02 PM
Iskata had known someone was coming to the cottage even before the door opened. The soft patter of paws on the porch and the wash of cold air into the house were enough. The voice of DaVinci made her raise her head though she didn't reply. The noisy child of hers had already come stampeding into the room, first running into her chest before hopping over the silver and gold woman and catepulting herself into the mass of blankets where she heard Tyrone grunt softly. Shaking her head in annoyance at the high energy ball of fur she grumbled and shook the cold from her pelt that the child had brought with her.
This time DaVinci came closer, announcing that he had someone he wanted her to meet. She could hear the soft footfall of the other, a woman by the light step as she flicked her tattered ears back. The scent of the other reached her with the cold as she couldn't help it when the fur along her back bristled. "DaVinci, who have you brought from Inferni.." She didn't say the words with distaste, for her best friend had been from Inferni at one point, though she was far gone once again.
Iskata had been abandoned by everyone she use to know, the world was filled with new faces and no longer belonged to her generation. She was fading away, and it was probably better this way.. she had done her work in this lifetime and was on the verge of worthlessness. It was time to be forgotten, if only she could forget.
This time DaVinci came closer, announcing that he had someone he wanted her to meet. She could hear the soft footfall of the other, a woman by the light step as she flicked her tattered ears back. The scent of the other reached her with the cold as she couldn't help it when the fur along her back bristled. "DaVinci, who have you brought from Inferni.." She didn't say the words with distaste, for her best friend had been from Inferni at one point, though she was far gone once again.
Iskata had been abandoned by everyone she use to know, the world was filled with new faces and no longer belonged to her generation. She was fading away, and it was probably better this way.. she had done her work in this lifetime and was on the verge of worthlessness. It was time to be forgotten, if only she could forget.