Disgusted Lupa {Open}

[||Esperanza||]

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/esperanzabackground.png] It was cold. Why wouldn't it be? Snow was falling from the sky, dark grey clouds blocking out the blue sky's and sun. The thick snowflakes fell down with blinding thickness, onto the terra. Thick shoots of brown grass where already covered in a feet of cold, thick snow. Ice covered the tree's in thick sheet's making it impossible to climb or even eat. Water dripped from some icicles, though they froze once touching the snowy ground. The pond in the middle was pure ice, only the strongest of lupines or creatures could break through the crust and drink the ice cold waters. The wind flew through the forest and into the meadow, a icy bitterness that took any creatures breath away. Few creatures where out, most of them burrowed deep in their homes, sheltering themselves from the snowstorm that was raging through the meadow. The only sound was from the howling of the wind...then in the depths, so silent, was the paws of a lupa. The creature appeared after the next wall of snow vanished. The lupa was a striking silver charcoal. Her small, tear-shaped auds where pricked, listening to the sound of the meadow. Her orbs stared a head with intensity, their golden amber depths filled with chaos and danger. Her jowls where parted, ivories dripping spittle down her maw and into the snow. Her pink tongue slipped free as she panted from the cold. Her thick muscled neck was low, and her wide chest covered with frost. Each pillar moved with grace, muscles rippling under her silky pelt. Yet, she was still in pain, though she did not show it. Blood was trickling from a wound on her rump, and the pads of her paws where cracked. She left a bloody trail, but in truth she didn't notice. A demonic lupa like she wouldn't for it was a sign of weakness. Panting, she stopped, the cold air crackling in her lungs. She turned her scared dome to scan the place, disgusted. It was beautiful...to beautiful. She enjoyed chaos and destruction and this showed none of it. She sneered, lips drawn back and ivories bared in a fierce scowl. Gliding forward, the fae stopped beside the pond and stared down into the ice of the pond. Flicking her auds back, she reared back onto her rear pillars and slammed down. Her front pillars locked at impact, and the ice cracked and broke. Front pillars soaked, she moved back, the coldness a blow to her that stunned. She dropped her dome and shivered for a second then stepped forward. Her muzzle dropped into the water and she guzzled down. The cold, bitter water satisfied her parched throat. Maw dripping, she glanced up, scanning the forest. Nothing. Her blood sang for destruction, but there was nothing for her to kill. Growling in frustration, she whirled and began to pace. Snow covered her scarred pelt but she didn't notice. Her orbs where glazed as she moved, her demon raging for death. Finally, the slightest sound of movement came through to her. She whipped her dome to the side and scanned the forest and meadow. Who was there? Who dared approach Esperanza when she needed to murder? Only a fool.

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