Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 9, 2014 21:30:01 GMT
"I want to watch you burn.
You're gonna get what you deserve."
You're gonna get what you deserve."
Five steps.
Step One, Your stance. You need to be quick on your feet, You need to be ready for anything and everything that will happen.
Step Two, Disorientation. You need to be smarter and more agile than your opponent could imagine, Once they have lost site of you, Counter attack.
Train every day and you might survive five minutes.
Step Three, Loyalty. Loyalty has no business in a fight, if you are soft enough to give your opponent a split second of hesitation, Then you don't deserve to walk away from the fight.
Step Four, Family. Your family is your greatest enemy. Never forget that they will turn on you, no matter what. No one understands what real love is, it doesn't exist and it never can.
"And then we have step five, the kill. Make them suffer, Make every last moment of their agonizingly painful life a living nightmare, They don't deserve mercy for their death, they deserve to suffer for thinking they can best you in a fight."
A white and gray cat stalked along the mountain peaks, reciting to himself this code, over and over until it was firmly burned into his memory. No regret, no excuses to get it away, no, only deep seated hatred fueled this cat now. A deep seated hatred that was aimed at his family.
"12 moons, it's finally been 12 moons."
The cat took a deep breath and began to lick blood off of his claws. the blood was dark and thickly coated to his fur. Apparently cold froze the blood in a short time, but then again, it wasn't this cats, no, it was from a kill, some might say it was a murder, As long as no one bothered with the body for a few hours, it wouldn't be there to be noticed.
The cat spent an hour sitting in the light snow cleaning his fur and trying to make himself look nice. Finally he turned and walked back into the cave he was at once time forced into staying. The cat overlooked the body of another cat propped up in a corner, it was almost like looking into an aged mirror. White, ragged pelt, torn ears and scars running up and down the body. At one time, life fueled this body, a life that was no longer around. what was once just scars was now accompanied by deep wounds that were either sealed with frozen blood, or just empty. Either way, The living cat smirked and smacked the body as hard as he could, opening a new wound in the flesh. The lifeless rag doll bounced against the wall and crumpled into a mess on the ground.
"You know, their was a time in my life where I thought highly of you, I Suppose 12 moons with you was enough, Dad."
The cat chuckled and grabbed the body by it's scruff, carefully moving it out into the sunshine and setting it against the snow ridden ground. After a quick glance into the sky, the white cat ran back into the cave and turned to take a seat, waiting silently and motionless as a pair of vultures descended onto the ground and began to inspect the body, After a few moments, one of the birds screeched and then finally a flock of them descended onto the corpse picking it apart, tearing the flesh from bone. After about an hour, the flock of Vultures had picked their fill and only a few bones with some rotting skin attached and a skull lay in the snow. One by one the vultures began to fly off, some in pairs, others by themselves, one vulture, however, stuck around.
Quietly, the cat moved, ever so slowly he crept along the ground, then finally..........
A loud screech filled the mountains and then, silence. The cat didn't eat the vulture, no, he just drug him back into the cave and left him,
"Crow food should cover up the stench of death quite nicely, Time to find a new home."
The white cat began walking, ice blue eyes scanning the ground for any loose steps or ice, after a little while he allowed his gaze to life from the ground, and his eyes met the valley below, he didn't realize he had come this far to the edge of his home, but something was tugging him towards the valley below. His dark demeanor lightened for a moment as he uttered his thoughts, their was a look of peace across his face.
"Dusk.... I'm sorry...."
The white cat turned and walked back to where he had come from. He couldn't go home. He didn't have one.
Snowstorm was alone. Left inside after 12 moons of forced training and mental abuse he had cracked and everything he use to stand for gave way and plummeted into the darkest reaches of his mind. And now all that was left was a hollow shell with only the memories that he truly cherished burned into his mind. But he could never go back. No matter how much the tugging feeling pulled at him, he couldn't go back. Not yet.
Step One, Your stance. You need to be quick on your feet, You need to be ready for anything and everything that will happen.
Step Two, Disorientation. You need to be smarter and more agile than your opponent could imagine, Once they have lost site of you, Counter attack.
Train every day and you might survive five minutes.
Step Three, Loyalty. Loyalty has no business in a fight, if you are soft enough to give your opponent a split second of hesitation, Then you don't deserve to walk away from the fight.
Step Four, Family. Your family is your greatest enemy. Never forget that they will turn on you, no matter what. No one understands what real love is, it doesn't exist and it never can.
"And then we have step five, the kill. Make them suffer, Make every last moment of their agonizingly painful life a living nightmare, They don't deserve mercy for their death, they deserve to suffer for thinking they can best you in a fight."
A white and gray cat stalked along the mountain peaks, reciting to himself this code, over and over until it was firmly burned into his memory. No regret, no excuses to get it away, no, only deep seated hatred fueled this cat now. A deep seated hatred that was aimed at his family.
"12 moons, it's finally been 12 moons."
The cat took a deep breath and began to lick blood off of his claws. the blood was dark and thickly coated to his fur. Apparently cold froze the blood in a short time, but then again, it wasn't this cats, no, it was from a kill, some might say it was a murder, As long as no one bothered with the body for a few hours, it wouldn't be there to be noticed.
The cat spent an hour sitting in the light snow cleaning his fur and trying to make himself look nice. Finally he turned and walked back into the cave he was at once time forced into staying. The cat overlooked the body of another cat propped up in a corner, it was almost like looking into an aged mirror. White, ragged pelt, torn ears and scars running up and down the body. At one time, life fueled this body, a life that was no longer around. what was once just scars was now accompanied by deep wounds that were either sealed with frozen blood, or just empty. Either way, The living cat smirked and smacked the body as hard as he could, opening a new wound in the flesh. The lifeless rag doll bounced against the wall and crumpled into a mess on the ground.
"You know, their was a time in my life where I thought highly of you, I Suppose 12 moons with you was enough, Dad."
The cat chuckled and grabbed the body by it's scruff, carefully moving it out into the sunshine and setting it against the snow ridden ground. After a quick glance into the sky, the white cat ran back into the cave and turned to take a seat, waiting silently and motionless as a pair of vultures descended onto the ground and began to inspect the body, After a few moments, one of the birds screeched and then finally a flock of them descended onto the corpse picking it apart, tearing the flesh from bone. After about an hour, the flock of Vultures had picked their fill and only a few bones with some rotting skin attached and a skull lay in the snow. One by one the vultures began to fly off, some in pairs, others by themselves, one vulture, however, stuck around.
Quietly, the cat moved, ever so slowly he crept along the ground, then finally..........
A loud screech filled the mountains and then, silence. The cat didn't eat the vulture, no, he just drug him back into the cave and left him,
"Crow food should cover up the stench of death quite nicely, Time to find a new home."
The white cat began walking, ice blue eyes scanning the ground for any loose steps or ice, after a little while he allowed his gaze to life from the ground, and his eyes met the valley below, he didn't realize he had come this far to the edge of his home, but something was tugging him towards the valley below. His dark demeanor lightened for a moment as he uttered his thoughts, their was a look of peace across his face.
"Dusk.... I'm sorry...."
The white cat turned and walked back to where he had come from. He couldn't go home. He didn't have one.
Snowstorm was alone. Left inside after 12 moons of forced training and mental abuse he had cracked and everything he use to stand for gave way and plummeted into the darkest reaches of his mind. And now all that was left was a hollow shell with only the memories that he truly cherished burned into his mind. But he could never go back. No matter how much the tugging feeling pulled at him, he couldn't go back. Not yet.