Post by ketzia on Nov 16, 2017 3:34:52 GMT
She had arrived. The mother of murder, massacre, and malignance had arrived at the border of the Nereus pack lands. Ketzia, for she could be called by no other name, came for one thing and one thing only. And that one thing just happened to be blood. This particular female was not the curtsy nicely and fold-your-hands-in-your-lap kind of woman. Nuh uh. No fuzzy sentiments ever lighted on her lips to placate the feelings others. No way. Ketzia was a killer queen on a mission endowed upon her by circumstances largely beyond her control. People say not to let circumstances and situations get you down. They say it is merely a phase that you are going through, and that there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel. They say that every tragedy leads to triumph. Just try telling that to a cannibal though, and see how much longer you live.
The auburn, alabaster, and black female entered uninvited to the place because she could smell the water. It was a thing that instantly activated her senses no matter where she should, and challenged her to possess it. Ketzia had been traveling alone for quite some time at that point, and this place was her only succor. So, instead of following the usual social protocol, the female crossed the threshold between the outside world and that of Nereus. There was a blatant boldness about her, and Ketzia emanated a dangerous presence with each tic of her movements. The thing about her though was that she was a master of deception and perplexity. She could stifle that aura and replace it with one that certainly was not her own. She was a theater thespian, an actress on a living, moving stage. And this happened so much so that her actual persona often went undetected until it was too late to turn back. Ketzia was like a flickering candle flame, one that could be hidden away until the cover was pulled away, burning its unsuspecting victims. Now, of course the she wolf dealt in the element of water, so her flame was rather aquatic in nature. But it was all the same difference to her really. Walking with her meant doom was on the horizon. And it was a very close by and precarious horizon at that.
Moving through the territory led Ketzia to the very edge of the water surrounding the land’s remote island. The wolf inhaled deeply before hissing with sheer satisfaction. Her leathery black nose had brought her to the correct location that she desired, and that meant she could begin her real journey. These were merely the first steps that she had to take to get where she needed to go. Ketzia realized that this process would involve swimming to the other side, not that she minded. She already felt right at home with her toes touching the liquid at her paws. The only things left for her to do were to take the plunge and paddle. So that is what she began to do. Ketzia immersed herself in the water of Nereus, the change in temperature electrifying her body. She was made for this kind of thing, of that much she was entirely certain. The small wolf slithered through the water with feminine grace, her chin just grazing the surface. Ketzia’s paws pulled at the water while the webbing between her toes licked at the liquid that submerged her scarred underbelly. Swimming was overwhelmingly easy, manipulating water was absolutely natural. The hardest part about the wolf’s job was luring her prey to it convincing them they were safe. Even then Ketzia had fined tuned her skills to be excellent at it.
Ketzia soon stepped onto the island, lifting her head in pride. Her luxurious golden eyes scanned the lands expectantly; she could smell the scent of others permeating the air indefinitely. It seemed like everything she touched was marked with the putrid perfume of others. Why she was even taking the time to bother with this process was actually beyond her herself. Other than the fact that she needed a credible status to establish initial believability, this was a futile effort. Absolute commitment and loyalty were for the weak hearted. Those that could not stand on their own feet consistently relied on others to hold them up. How pathetic was that? Ketzia only needed the high ranking position to wiggle her way into the hearts and minds of those around her, and then her plan would be put into motion. Now that very thought made her grin like a Cheshire cat. Her mouth pulled back into a devious grin that was not for feeble individuals to see. That was worth going through all that trouble to get into a pack she was not going to stay in anyways. She could not do this as a rogue, for they had no power or influence. Who she wanted to be actually did. All that the she wolf desired was a foot in the door, and it would be burst open at the seams. Ketzia could just taste it on her tongue.
Giving a mighty shake to her multicolored fur, Ketzia made herself presentable to be seen by others. There was a small spray of water within a tiny radius around her as she did so, but it did not really matter. So far, there was no one to see her that she knew of. Ketzia’s tickle me pink colored tongue smoothed the straggled ends of her wet fur, and the rest was history really. Whatever she had missed would dry with time. The she wolf placed her dainty paws one by one on the ground to propel her forward. There was bound to be someone that she would run into eventually, and when she did, she would be ready for them. That was the meaning of je suis prest: I am ready. They were the words that Ketzia lived by today, forever, and always come what may.
The auburn, alabaster, and black female entered uninvited to the place because she could smell the water. It was a thing that instantly activated her senses no matter where she should, and challenged her to possess it. Ketzia had been traveling alone for quite some time at that point, and this place was her only succor. So, instead of following the usual social protocol, the female crossed the threshold between the outside world and that of Nereus. There was a blatant boldness about her, and Ketzia emanated a dangerous presence with each tic of her movements. The thing about her though was that she was a master of deception and perplexity. She could stifle that aura and replace it with one that certainly was not her own. She was a theater thespian, an actress on a living, moving stage. And this happened so much so that her actual persona often went undetected until it was too late to turn back. Ketzia was like a flickering candle flame, one that could be hidden away until the cover was pulled away, burning its unsuspecting victims. Now, of course the she wolf dealt in the element of water, so her flame was rather aquatic in nature. But it was all the same difference to her really. Walking with her meant doom was on the horizon. And it was a very close by and precarious horizon at that.
Moving through the territory led Ketzia to the very edge of the water surrounding the land’s remote island. The wolf inhaled deeply before hissing with sheer satisfaction. Her leathery black nose had brought her to the correct location that she desired, and that meant she could begin her real journey. These were merely the first steps that she had to take to get where she needed to go. Ketzia realized that this process would involve swimming to the other side, not that she minded. She already felt right at home with her toes touching the liquid at her paws. The only things left for her to do were to take the plunge and paddle. So that is what she began to do. Ketzia immersed herself in the water of Nereus, the change in temperature electrifying her body. She was made for this kind of thing, of that much she was entirely certain. The small wolf slithered through the water with feminine grace, her chin just grazing the surface. Ketzia’s paws pulled at the water while the webbing between her toes licked at the liquid that submerged her scarred underbelly. Swimming was overwhelmingly easy, manipulating water was absolutely natural. The hardest part about the wolf’s job was luring her prey to it convincing them they were safe. Even then Ketzia had fined tuned her skills to be excellent at it.
Ketzia soon stepped onto the island, lifting her head in pride. Her luxurious golden eyes scanned the lands expectantly; she could smell the scent of others permeating the air indefinitely. It seemed like everything she touched was marked with the putrid perfume of others. Why she was even taking the time to bother with this process was actually beyond her herself. Other than the fact that she needed a credible status to establish initial believability, this was a futile effort. Absolute commitment and loyalty were for the weak hearted. Those that could not stand on their own feet consistently relied on others to hold them up. How pathetic was that? Ketzia only needed the high ranking position to wiggle her way into the hearts and minds of those around her, and then her plan would be put into motion. Now that very thought made her grin like a Cheshire cat. Her mouth pulled back into a devious grin that was not for feeble individuals to see. That was worth going through all that trouble to get into a pack she was not going to stay in anyways. She could not do this as a rogue, for they had no power or influence. Who she wanted to be actually did. All that the she wolf desired was a foot in the door, and it would be burst open at the seams. Ketzia could just taste it on her tongue.
Giving a mighty shake to her multicolored fur, Ketzia made herself presentable to be seen by others. There was a small spray of water within a tiny radius around her as she did so, but it did not really matter. So far, there was no one to see her that she knew of. Ketzia’s tickle me pink colored tongue smoothed the straggled ends of her wet fur, and the rest was history really. Whatever she had missed would dry with time. The she wolf placed her dainty paws one by one on the ground to propel her forward. There was bound to be someone that she would run into eventually, and when she did, she would be ready for them. That was the meaning of je suis prest: I am ready. They were the words that Ketzia lived by today, forever, and always come what may.
I am soo sorry I was doing a post
