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Post by Faith on Oct 27, 2005 7:55:34 GMT -5
The quiet black cat stepped down from her shadowy fortress, onto the platform that led her down from her living quarters, into the heart of her camp, Life. She let a small, grim smile slip over her face as she gazed out at her camp. Creatures with and without powers alike, working together. Those abandoned and those outcast, all forming one body, to reach out and crush the scattered enemies.
She couldn't repress a happy thought at that, dispite herself. She tried not to think happy thoughts, because happy was a yuppie word. She hated it. Evil joy was all she lived for now. Giving a small sigh, Faith unfurled her wings, and flapped them a few times. They got stiff after a night in that tree trunk. The one she was sitting right besides. And would still, to observe her workers. Her helpers. Not her Slaves, that that repulsive leader of Virtue.
This name caused another snort of discorn. Virtue. What kind of name is that? What Virtue did they hold, the virtue of purety? Of sweet powreful feeling, the thought of being 'good'? Then why had she been outcasted, been banshed to no cat's land? But Faith was clever. She was smart, and somewhat strong. She had built an empire, an empire that was growing each day. Where all cats were welcome. Where she was teh head, the judge, the leader.
She was teh darkness.
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