[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; background: #292929; border-top: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; border-bottom: 4pt #cc9b46 solid; width: 370px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px black; color: #cc9b46; font: 30pt new times roman; text-align:center; line-height: 70%;]Harliquine[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float: left; width: 350px; width: 100px; height: 80px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; height: 130px; border: 2px solid #fff; background-image: url(http://i1159.photobucket.com/a…02_120305_zps93e31237.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 385px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 95%; margin-left: -23px;]Just give it one more try to a lullaby.
"Paws wet. Cold. Hate it. Hate wet. Why must water be wet? Why cold and wet?" The crazied ramblings of Harliquine met the ears of any near her. The zombie painted cub tapped a paw on the wet sands and snorted. Cleopatra, in all her purple-and-black glory, sat on her muzzle. The frog seemed to listen to her owners ramblings. The frog lay there on the snow leopard. Silent as ever. Yet, Harli seemed to talk to her. To hear her responding.
The cub snorts. Stamping a paw in the sand. Squish! The sound made Harli look down at her now covered in sand paw. She didn't move. Just looked at her paw. Harli seemed confused. Lost in her own thoughts. Violet eyes scanning the sands. As if looking for something. Sand. Nothing but sand where her paws were. Blinking, she tries to pull her foot up. Yet, she couldn't. After a moment, she was freed. Sand dripping off her paw. She looked at it with distant eyes. She had no idea what was happening. Her mind was to shattered. She hardly knew her own name. Much less what was going on. Why her paw looked different. "Cleopatra.. Frog of mine. What is my paw doing? Why? Can you help it? Is it doomed?"
She stood like a stone. Listening to the silent answer from her frog. Confused, but interested. She set her paw down once more. "Sand? But sand is dead. Not a lie? No. I believe you speak truth. But I find it weird." She mutters. Her violet eyes flicking up to watch the water. Falling silent, she turns and pads away. Wandering.
After a while, she found herself on the edge of the forest. Pausing to stand there. The jungle was huge. Full of life. Full of death as well. Death. That was it. That was what she wanted. She needed to see death. To smell blood. The mortal coil that held her was only lifted when she killed. She wanted it lifted. She wanted to feel. To be free. She stepped into the thick forest. Stopping to let her eyes adjust. Her eyes flicking about for anything. Then, she spotted her victim. A small rabbit. Nearby. Twisting, she launched her attack. Springing onto the rabbit.
Claws sinking into flesh. A squeal of agony. Joy flooded the cub. The rabbit could only struggle. Thick fur doing nothing to stop her. The claws sinking in deeper. A faint smile on her maw. The craziness lifting slightly. She lowers her head. Fangs slicing open the neck of the rabbit. Blood spilling onto her paws. A smirk on her maw. The rabbit squirmed on last time. Then, it fell limp. The thrill gone, she pushes her kill away. Slipping away, she sits down.
"Stupid girl.. Never lasts." She mutters as she lays on the ground. Curling up and watching the jungle. Her violet eyes broken and distant. The cub was slowly losing herself. "Maybe it doesn't. But keeps me free for a time. Keeps me sane. For a time." Sighing, she felt her frog moving. So, she waited.
So just close your eyes, Oh, here comes your lullaby,
Your very own lullaby.
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