01-20-2008, 03:46 AM
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BREAK YOUR HEART, & MAKE ME DREAM of you
The area seemed fitting enough for her. A desolate plain of dust and dead trees, perfect for the lonesome shadow of one Ciceroux la'Rex. Her muddy brown and cream coat seemed to carry the grey reflection of the sky and land that she walked through, pulling out the sleek highlights on her long body and boldening her features. It was bright, even though there were dreary clouds cascading above and a thin smearing of frozen snow on the deadened ground. What would normally be a silent approach on the cougar's behalf was turned into a tune of soft crunches underfoot, echoing gently over the flattened ex-territory and carrying on for a short distance. Black ears were pinned back to her skull, though the bright blue of her eyes were calm and even beckoning, despite her apparent loneliness. Her dipped tail switched lazily behind her and she exhaled a breath as she walked, slinking along.
Her general approach was headed on a wayward northern path, perhaps toward the wolfen territories beyond this barren land; though why such a cat would want to intrude there is anyone's wild guess. Ciceroux had never been in this part of the world before, though for all her menacing look, she didn't seem to be lost. There was no doubt her scent has long since saturated the dust here, following the print trail left winding behind her feet. She could be so easily found - a silhouette on the horizon and fresh prints to follow - but perhaps that was her intent. It was after a few more minutes that the cat finally paused in her supposedly mindless journey, tail flicking and an ear twitching, while she cast an intense gaze very briefly to her left. Another moment and she would glance to her right, surveying the dusty grounds that stretched out around her. Even if she had spotted another figure - other than the shadows of pesky birds flapping about a distance off - she gave no indication that she cared.
And then the cougar abruptly crept forward, slightly speedier in her step now, and turned to the nearest tree, dead and blackened as it was. She stretched her forepaws out and up, sickly claws digging deep into the dead wood while she arched her spine quite dramatically. Black lips parted and a pink barbed tongue slipped out in a yawn, while she clawed lazily at the bark, which scraped away loudly. Satisfied, Ciceroux dropped back to the ground and sat her rump down, gnawing pleasantly at the splinters and small bits of wood caught in her paws.
Funny, how that scarred tree looked strangely like a territory marker.