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She rose on her haunches, sniffing the air. Blood, definitely blood and a lot of it. Human, no-longer human, animal. No death, however, just life. The smell of birth, of young, of creatures brought into the world. Her tongue flicked out, the strange green eyes marking her as other than the cats around her. Young, fresh, sweet. Newborn and tender, not even with their mother's milk yet. She hungered, a pain deeper than her belly, a craving, she could almost taste the blood, feel her teeth sink into fur and skin. Her other self, her not-quite human self held back. This was a ritual for life, she was not allowed to feed, not tonight, and besides she had the cats to care for.
The crack of a pistol, and now she smelled death, the hunger gnawing at her soul. Someone had killed, and now the blood, the life, would cool on the floor and sink into the carpets. Wasted. She hoped it was not someone she liked.
When the ritual was done she padded silently downstairs. Everyone wore their pretty dresses, their best suits, but she wore her tatty little dress and looked around, perhaps she could eat them now? Just one? A lamb, perhaps, would anyone miss a stupid baby sheep? About to head out she stopped, saw Penny, tough, strong, unbreakable Penny who smelled of oil and metal, only now she smelled of salt and snot. Crying? Penny had been crying? Well that wasn't right!
And so Ciara turned from the intoxicating smell of newborn flesh and instead to her family, from the warm rush of blood and death to the softer warmth of sleeping on the girl's feet so she didn't have to face the night alone. She didn't understand what had upset Penny so, only that she needed Ciara to be a Cat tonight, and not a Darkling, she would guard her dreams as Cats are supposed to do, and try very hard not to wonder what she tasted like
_crimsonearth She rose on her haunches, sniffing the air. Blood, definitely blood and a lot of it. Human, no-longer human, animal. No death, however, just life. The smell of birth, of young, of creatures brought into the world. Her tongue flicked out, the strange green eyes marking her as other than the cats around her. Young, fresh, sweet. Newborn and tender, not even with their mother's milk yet. She hungered, a pain deeper than her belly, a craving, she could almost taste the blood, feel her teeth sink into fur and skin. Her other self, her not-quite human self held back. This was a ritual for life, she was not allowed to feed, not tonight, and besides she had the cats to care for.
The crack of a pistol, and now she smelled death, the hunger gnawing at her soul. Someone had killed, and now the blood, the life, would cool on the floor and sink into the carpets. Wasted. She hoped it was not someone she liked.
When the ritual was done she padded silently downstairs. Everyone wore their pretty dresses, their best suits, but she wore her tatty little dress and looked around, perhaps she could eat them now? Just one? A lamb, perhaps, would anyone miss a stupid baby sheep? About to head out she stopped, saw Penny, tough, strong, unbreakable Penny who smelled of oil and metal, only now she smelled of salt and snot. Crying? Penny had been crying? Well that wasn't right!
And so Ciara turned from the intoxicating smell of newborn flesh and instead to her family, from the warm rush of blood and death to the softer warmth of sleeping on the girl's feet so she didn't have to face the night alone. She didn't understand what had upset Penny so, only that she needed Ciara to be a Cat tonight, and not a Darkling, she would guard her dreams as Cats are supposed to do, and try very hard not to wonder what she tasted like
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Date: 2011-03-10 05:14 pm (UTC)I reckon Penny is aware, somewhere in the back on her mind, of the dangers inherent in sleeping with a hungry Darkling curled up on your feet.
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