Post by Venus on Mar 21, 2010 16:05:29 GMT -5
The land was still, with only a hot, dusty wind swirling over the land. The sun glared down on the land, scorching every tiny bit of shrubbery. Despite the sun's unjust cruelty, the land was pretty, albeit near-impossible to maneuver around. Venus was panting by the time she reached the peak of the hill she was trekking up. Her feline pupils narrowed to slits as she scanned the horizon, blocking out the harshest of the sun's light.
The land that stretched out in front of her looked serene, peaceful. She could see the nearby villages, all neat and orderly, uncharred by the flames of the ancient lore she'd been told. If she'd had more emotion, she'd sigh and the devastation that claimed the hearts of Zalia, the unbridled hatred ingrained into the minds of each generation with any real form of justification. It was utterly sickening.
How many years had she served the royal family's cause for this idiotic war? She'd care nothing for their rival countries until she became a spy for Zalia. The hatred toward the Veren Empire and its ally was so strong it was infectious. Venus had found herself despising a nation she knew little about. And even now the slightest dredges of that hatred still remained. But she wasn't some robot blindly following orders anymore. And she would give up her life for the peace the four countries desperately needed.
Venus moved on from that point, her pelt soaked with sweat from the sweltering heat. She found a tiny stream nearly parched dry by the sun. She lapped up a few metallic mouthfuls--no need to waste her energy to conjure up a gushing river--and moved on, darting around the rocky terrain, her tan-and-black pelt blending in the with the sparse grass. She just had to choose to go for a run on what felt like the hottest day in Zalian history. What she wouldn't give for the heated wind to become moist with the promise of rain. It had been too hot for too long.
No sooner had she thought about it she could taste the faintest trace of moisture on the blazing wind. She would've smiled if she'd been human. And that same smile would've been erased the moment she heard the dead crunch of grass being crushed under foot--or paw, depending. She whirled around.
"Who are you?" she asked, but all that came out was a guttural snarl, each and every one of her senses on hyper alert. The ocelot's tail lashed back and forth, and her pupils dilated and shrank rapidly. She was ready for a fight.
The land that stretched out in front of her looked serene, peaceful. She could see the nearby villages, all neat and orderly, uncharred by the flames of the ancient lore she'd been told. If she'd had more emotion, she'd sigh and the devastation that claimed the hearts of Zalia, the unbridled hatred ingrained into the minds of each generation with any real form of justification. It was utterly sickening.
How many years had she served the royal family's cause for this idiotic war? She'd care nothing for their rival countries until she became a spy for Zalia. The hatred toward the Veren Empire and its ally was so strong it was infectious. Venus had found herself despising a nation she knew little about. And even now the slightest dredges of that hatred still remained. But she wasn't some robot blindly following orders anymore. And she would give up her life for the peace the four countries desperately needed.
Venus moved on from that point, her pelt soaked with sweat from the sweltering heat. She found a tiny stream nearly parched dry by the sun. She lapped up a few metallic mouthfuls--no need to waste her energy to conjure up a gushing river--and moved on, darting around the rocky terrain, her tan-and-black pelt blending in the with the sparse grass. She just had to choose to go for a run on what felt like the hottest day in Zalian history. What she wouldn't give for the heated wind to become moist with the promise of rain. It had been too hot for too long.
No sooner had she thought about it she could taste the faintest trace of moisture on the blazing wind. She would've smiled if she'd been human. And that same smile would've been erased the moment she heard the dead crunch of grass being crushed under foot--or paw, depending. She whirled around.
"Who are you?" she asked, but all that came out was a guttural snarl, each and every one of her senses on hyper alert. The ocelot's tail lashed back and forth, and her pupils dilated and shrank rapidly. She was ready for a fight.