Posts by Snow Ehima

Tracking with my Subbie :)

Snow heard the call of the King and crinkled her nose temporarily. She wasn't sure what would happen at this so-called meeting. There seemed to always be something wrong with the group-- or at least, that's what she thought. The Ragabash slunk out of the cabin she was residing in, her shoulder blades poking up and showing, making bumps in her silvery fur.

The sighed, seeing the collection of mammals, and one reptile, gathered previously. The more stable member felt strange today, though, as if something was going to change. It boiled and grew inside of her, becoming a greater and greater suspicion. Her ears twitched slightly as she sat down, her thin tail lashing from side to side. Her eyes, currently gray, stared up at the King impatiently.

Snow's thin tail stopped in its movement abruptly, and after a moment of it being motionless, the very tip of it flicked, acknowledging the Shadow Walker. She knew that he was more... how would you put it... stable. Everyone here was crazy in one way or another, but it was just that some-- like she and Barium-- were more in control. It wasn't long before her lengthy tail began lashing about once more, and she began shuffling her paws.

Her eyes became a pale, icy blue as she became more and more impatient, as it was one of her drawbacks. The Devious Ragabash couldn't stand waiting or sitting still, and rarely did. She absolutely hated it. The silence in the air felt like it was suffocating her, engulfing her. She needed to make some sort of noise, other than the soft swish of her tail and the light scuffle of her paws.

A light tune escaped the she-cat's maw, only in a hum as she wasn't very good with words. Her eyes never wavered from Trux, and she was about to say something, anything, to speed it along. What had been mere moments had felt like an eternity, and her ears, too, began to twitch.

Snow grinned widely in hearing her name called. Her eyes faded back to gray, and then to yellow. She had always been fascinated with all four of the hell hounds, and thought it'd be great to teach all the little kiddies about them. The follower of Elios listened to the other announcements, but her head was buzzing with excitement. An alliance? Rivals? A spy? It all excited the Den mother, and she stood up as the King halted in his speaking.

The bengal padded over to Barium, her paw lifting up and cuffing him over the ear. "Nice," she meowed, remaining upright. She wouldn't sit down, oh no. She felt trapped, nearly, like she was being held back from moving, or anything for that matter.

{I should write down the colors and what they mean in her signature}

{Thanks}

Snow, who was sitting in the courtyard, cast her gray gave around the hive. She had been ridiculously absent in the previous events, as she had been in her mind, frolicking about and thinking.

Anyway, the Den Mother heard voices from the infirmary, and decided to investigate. Entering the cabin, she spotted the medic and a tom she knew as Barium. She gingerly stepped inside, her eyes gaining a darker tint of curiosity. "What's that?" she asked, eyeing the black substance.

Snow had considered volunteering to spy, but she thought that a follower of Lues would be the best fit. The den mother shrugged, her now gray eyes scanning the area for someone who would fit. A slight tinge of red joined the gray, along with a bit of pale blue, since she couldn't find anyone.

(Horrid muse)

Snow heard a harsh spurt of laughter coming from the jail, and her gray eyes became darker. She stood up, padding to the source of sound. Her pawsteps were uneven and inconsistent, but she made it to the destination nevertheless. She spotted the Rite Master and Atlas inside, along with a prisoner out of their cell.

Her ears twitched as the laugh echoed in the narrow hall, making it more unbearable than if it were in a large space. She shut her eyes tight until the laugh faded away, and when they opened they were a blue you might see deep underwater. "Geez," she muttered.

{Pretty sure there are 2}

Snow watched as the Psychologist worked, crinkling her nose in disgust at the sight of the black organs. When the scent filled the air, her eyes turned almost completely white and the Den Mother buried her nose in her paws.

After a moment, she had recovered slightly, even though the pungent fumes didn't leave. Her eyes, still very pale, looked up at the source. Her moved very slowly, as if the maggots would attack at any moment, heading towards the body. The follower of Elios had spotted something shiny, and wanted to see it. A paw reached forward, and her claws delicately plucked out the shiny things.

They looked like the tags that all of the Black Spiral Dancers wore until death. Her gaze shifted back to their default color, and then proceeded to darken a bit more. Snow's eyes darted between the rotten meat and the tags, and they widened. "I think he ate somebody." she murmured.

Her idea made more and more sense. A cat, a BSD, was dead in the tunnels. Poisoned by the water, probably. Ikram was most likely starving in there, and must've eaten what was left, so ravenous he consumed the insects along with it. He felt fine, kept going, and then stopped dead-- literally.

Snow raised her tail in volunteer. There weren't any kittens that needed looking after, so why not go? The Den Mother had been looking to stretch her paws out, cause a bit of chaos, so sure. "I will," she meowed.

{I spent all my muse on the last post I had XD}

Snow watched Capitalnights cut himself, and she came up with an idea. Why not toy with him even more? She hadn't said much, only a mere 'ow' when she came. She had only been observing, taking neither side. She bit back and grin, quickly padding over to the cell bars, her gray eyes urgent.

The Den Mother's voice was barely a whisper, inaudible to anyone but the caged tom-- and Armin, with his hearing defect. Her words were rushed and quick, like a rabbit bolting as a stick breaks in the forest. "I can get you out of here. It'll only take cooperation." Her words were risky, and her eyes had the smallest, tiniest tinge of pink, it was barely noticeable.

Snow shook her head slightly. "Keep it down, and listen carefully," she whispered, her eyes still tinted pink, but easier to see. "Not now, but later," she began. Her ears twitched slightly before she continued. "The day can't be determined. You'll hear me humming, though you won't see me. On that day, stay awake. I'll come for you."

(Low muse)

Snow nodded, her eyes returning to their normal gray, and backed up quickly and silently. She went and stood at the end of the hall, just next to the exit. She couldn't stand sitting or being still, and she preferred standing. She shuffled her paws and the tip of her tail flicked side to side, thinking.

What fun, doing this. She hadn't done anything out of the ordinary-- that is, if there even is a sense of ordinary in the asylum she calls home. The Den Mother's eyes darted around, lingering more on the moving objects. The rope, cobwebs, and keys, all being rustled by a draft. The occasional spider, and a flickering light in the ceiling. But, more importantly, the cats-- and in this case, a two-headed snake.

Snow nodded at Ebony's words. She hadn't realized the pups were still in need of care. A stupid mistake, one that can't be made by a Den Mother. "Right," she meowed simply, sitting back down and shuffling her paws. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, no, it's just that she couldn't stand being still. You'll notice that about her if you spend only a day with the Elios follower.

Snow took no offence from the other cat's words, and was grateful for them. She hadn't remembered about the King's puppies, and had she gone... The femme shook her head. No, somebody would've reminded her. Would they have? It doesn't matter, they did. A small argument broke out in her head, and she shut her gray eyes tight, trying to stop.

{Snow has arranged an 'escape' with a prisoner. Of course, she's playing mind games with him, but he could bring him here? I'll ask the RPer, of course}

Snow raised her tail in volunteer, her gray eyes bright and hopeful. "I know of a perfect cat, so if we could just switch jobs..." she meowed, mumbling at the end. Her head bobbed up and down in a steady nod as she thought of what to say to the prisoner-- What was his name again? Oh, Capitalnights.

Change of plans, she'd tell him. We aren't waiting for nightfall. Come with me, I'm going to make it look like I'm taking you somewhere awful. A smile spread across her silvery maw, her eyes gaining an icy blue tint, anxious to put her plan into action. You might get hurt, but it'll be worth it.

Oh, what a grand plan. She'd will a flirty tone into her voice, changing her eyes pink. The tom already trusts her, so it'd be easy to fool him.

OOC: Whoop! Okay :)

OOC: I was going to have Snow take Capital to do it on their little 'escape' trip, so

OOC: She can take him out on this thread, then lead him to the medicine den on the one where he's needed

OOC: Ready, Capital?

Snow stood outside of the asylum, looking around as nonchalantly as she could. A tune escaped her mouth, humming loud enough for the melody to carry into the echo-filled room. She waited, shuffling her paws, for just a moment before turning on her heel. Her Bengal pelt brushed the stone slightly as the turned the corner, and then dipped her head slightly to the others inside. "A prisoner is needed in the infirmary," she meowed softly, beckoning her tail for Capitalnights to come towards the gate. She wouldn't open it until he was there. "All the other prisoners, back away from the gate," she ordered, her voice firm.

Snow watched the others back away, her gray eyes firm and unreadable. After a moment, she moved her paw forward, opening the door just enough for the tom to come through the gate. Her gray eyes watched him, but she moved forward, her maw fractions of a kittenstep from his ear. "Change of plans," she whispered, "Just play along."

Snow nodded her head, resting her tail on the prisoner's shoulders to ensure he didn't try to escape. "Come with me," she meowed softly, guiding him to the hive. Her eyes were a little pink, and glanced over to Capitalnights every few steps.