Post by Cloverpelt on Feb 6, 2011 3:23:18 GMT -5
She smiled, not a happy smile, but a angry, powerful smile, yet it was somehow.... pretty. Her red eyes shone as the sun began to set. She unsheathed her long, sharp claws and raked them across the hard ground. "I'm hungry. I need.... blood. Find me some useless soul to devour. Not alive. Dead, but still warm. Anything will do for now." she mewed, her voice even sounded evil. It was amazing, how could one cat who started out so innocent, become so.... blood thirsty? She licked her lips, imagining the taste of warm blood on her tongue. Mmmmm she thought.
