Post by Hunter on Apr 15, 2013 16:00:31 GMT
"Speech."
It’d been half a year ago since she’d left the Iris Pride. Now she was back. She’d left a few days after Panja’s death. Official reason? She needed space. Her stepfather’s death had taken its toll on her. Real reason? For the first time in her life, the big feline had felt a very humane chill of fear run down her spine. Would anyone suspect her of the brutal assault which had been nothing but an impulsive set-up? Her set-up. A stab in her stepfather’s back to save her own skin and get the revenge she’d thirsted for in a long time. And when she finally had gotten her ever so sweet revenge… it hadn’t been as sweet as she’d thought. How ironic. However, Kira didn’t realize it before it was too late. The white lion’s friendship and trust had meant more to her than the revenge. Why hadn’t she seen it before? Why hadn’t she been aware of the big hole his death would leave her heart with? Overwhelmed with guilt, sorrow and paranoia, Kira had after three days found that leaving the pride was the only way for her to get away and lick her self-cut wounds.
She remembered the day too well. The Tempest wolf with his gang of big dogs ambushing her after visiting Panja at the beach. How she gladly and without hesitation had offered the ignorant canines Panja’s head on a silver platter – terribly easy since they didn’t know he wasn’t a part of the pride anymore. How she’d run back and made Panja believe how his dear son, Alexander, was in terrible danger, that there was attempt on his life, made by his own subjects. How Panja instantly had believed her spun tale and run with her into the marshlands where the canines had been waiting… The spine of a rat snapped in two as the creature was too slow to dodge her suddenly attacking jaws. Stupid scum, she thought and dropped the carcass, not even wanting to eat her kill. It wasn’t the first time she’d killed for fun. But normally her victims were canines. Just because she’d been away from the pride for half a year didn’t mean she hadn’t been taking care of her reputation as a ruthless killer. Sometimes her victims were nothing but lone canines who’d nothing to do with the war, but it didn’t matter to Kira. Canines were scum, they had to go. She would make no exceptions. A lone dog in her area was a dead dog. That was the rule. No exceptions.
Mind crazed with hatred, Kira roared as she reached the Iris Pride’s borders. The roar was loud and long, its skull-breaking sound being carried through the alleys in continual echoes. ”I’m home,” she mumbled to herself with a dark, crooked grin. She hoped that her dear half-brother hadn’t erased the marks of their mother, Florence, but after the tale she’d heard of their infiltration of Lexis, it seemed like the felines were just as ruthless as they always had been. Good. The peace lovers were wimps, and their merciless destruction was just a wakeup call to the world that taking no one’s side in the war wasn’t tolerated. You couldn’t just claim something to be of neutral ground. Pathetic they were. Every single one of them, she thought as she looked up, eyeing a guard cowering away on a rooftop as he noticed the warrior lioness walking into Iris ground. Seemed like they hadn’t forgotten her at all. Good, she liked that.
She was her mother’s girl after all.