Post by Dark Ghostie on Nov 10, 2008 18:43:18 GMT -5
Her pelt was a delectable soft white, but it drooped in the freezing rain that glues it to her thick, sinewy frame. She was no trim little gorgeous doll, but a brutal, war-marred elder, and fully proud of it. her eyes glinted their ice blue, shimmering as they pierced the night. Her nostrils puckered, and flared as she strained to catch all the scents that drifted in her domain. Her face was twisted in a cold grimace, no soft grin spanning her expression for many years now.
Thirteen years had faded behind her straight-forward view, leaving her very close to death, but she'd made a deal nearly five years ago, with the god Minoti, that she could live until her reign as a rough Preian queen ended. Which she refused to let happen. Her determined nature had kept her as the haughty queen of the White Perfection Pack, aptly named for her biases. To the stout femme, white was the purest color, unstained by flaws. The darker the fur, the more corrupt the guilty.
Her auds twitched with the sound of a bird, and her black pupils locked in, and pale nails scraped the stone, her muscles contracting. Her body quivered, and she launched, throwing herself off a large boulder, gleaming ivory daggers puncturing the bodice of a small bird. She yanked, her powerful neck bulging as she fell to the earth, five feet below the bird's would-be route. Her nails met the soil, and tore into the earth's ancient flesh. Her eyes closed, and she shook, whole body loosely thrown about, though still anchored to the ground. She shivered, and chomped down, a distinct CRUNCH! as bones split within her jaws. A deep, rough, ancient snicker bit the air, berating any within earshot. Blood spilled down her maw, and feathers stuck to her grin as her stained, pointed jaws were revealed, a sick laugh echoing as she studied her reflection at a small ice-water pool from the winter-meltoff.
**Shirokanzen; Queen Of White Perfection**