Posts by Sayra

Lol... Gonna go watch some Olympics reruns. Posting with subby to show y'all the avvie I got in an art trade with Darky, :)

A wolf. Yeah, she was looking for a fight, but not really with a wolf. He was a pup, sure, but quite a bit bigger than her, and she was a big girl. Darting to the side, she dodged his first attempt, but snagged some of her long black and white fur on his deadly claws. Rage coursing through her, she flew through the air, battle cry hot in her throat. She aimed to leap onto his back, claws out.

This sucks. She had managed to leap away, almost in time. Her long, feathery tail got stuck underneath this big clumsy hunk of canine. Hissing, she yanked herself free and took a few steps away. Lowering her chest to the ground, she snarled deeply, ivory teeth bared and aching tail high, a banner of defiance and anger. Again, she charged.

Sayra huffed. "Well, get off your a** and do a patrol. There is always some tom or lost kit that needs finding. Maybe you can take a prisoner." The Guard wasn't a fan of self-pity or laziness. All she cared about was keeping the rabble out of her Clan. That meant lots of patrols.

Copper eyes turned sharply towards a pair of jabbering toms. "I think you should worry about the Guards," Sayra growled, the large, muscular black and white she-cat threatening with her every move, easing closer and closer until she was a whiskers-breadth away from Bran. Extending one ivory claw, she ran it lightly up the tom's windpipe, barely parting the fur. "Very worried about the Guards."

"Now, since you all seem to be so bored as that you are talking, why don't we raise the stakes?" With a quick glance towards Jael to make sure all was well, Sayra continued. "For your next challenge, you will be partnering up." Allowing a few seconds for the following shuffle, she barked a command for silence. "Your job is to climb into these trees as high as you can and carry back as many pinecones as possible. You and your partner have until sunset to collect." Glancing at the late afternoon sky, she estimated about 2 hours until the sun made the last leg of its journey. With one last leering grin, the Guard added, "Careful not to fall."

Sayra sighed. It couldn't possibly be up to them to decide, could it? Jael had to do it... She was the leader. But it didn't effect her as much as it did them. But still...

Sayra shot an alarmed look towards Amazonpaw. "Oh, sorry, hello! Things don't go to well here..." she sighed. Where was Jael?

Sayra looked in despair at her friends Ruth, watching Peter's movements. How was she ever to, uh, reproduce, with that? A tom, stinking of ignorance and sexism, was to be her mate?

She looked to Amazonpaw. "Choose," she growled roughly, not in the mood to sympathize with the fruits of Permanentmarker's forced mating.

(artemis, you shouldnt really request that your cat be picked. time in the thread isnt the only thing that determines who gets picked. :))

Sayra watched Amazon with hardened eyes, wishing to be anywhere but here. The friendly eyes of Peter were butning into ger pelt, making her feel almost guilty about his treatment. But then... What was she saying?

Sayra's copper eyes betrayed a flash of emotion watching the Shiba Inu puppy accept her new position. The Royal Guard clearly remembered a day not too long ago, escorting Adaila's brother to prison while the she-pup questioned her and her ways. Adaila had come a long way, and now was going to be working with Sayra, one of the first cats she had met upon coming to RadicalClan.

Sayra stalked towards the medicine den, eyes ever alert as she passed the prison. The din rising from the lighthouse where toms were kept was deafening. She would have to go sort that out soon. The Guard sighed, wondering when things would be less busy. Maybe a third Royal Guard would be added, now that Amazon was deputy? The thought seemed appealing to the over-worked she-cat.

"Hello Permanentmarker," she meowed, dipping her head in respectful greeting. The two cats had grown apart when once they had been so close. Maybe it was the family. The young healer had had far too many litters for her age, and those kits were already having kits. When would it end?

Sayra herself had yet to have any kits, or even speak to her Scum since the choosing. Peter wasn't bad, for a tom of course, but the mountain of work piled in front of her had kept her form fulfilling her duty and reproducing.

Sayra observed the look on Katnisskit's face. Then she absorbed the rest of the scene, sensing where Permy was going. With a little grin, the Guard stepped out if the kit's way and beckoned her with a feathered tail.

"Hey," she said with a little smile saved only for kits. "Go on, Permanentmarker, go before Evalean comes by," she whispered.

Sayra thought for a moment, narrowing her flinty orange eyes at the kindly tom. "You could go make sure all the other toms are not being to rowdy," she allowed, knowing the guards wouldn't bother him now, because of his rank. "Other times, you are expected to lead the other toms by example, by being a stellar citizen and showing that we are generous captors. You have some freedoms, and may earn more through good behaivior."

Sayra didn't think he deserved any freedom, but she was just repeating what Jael and Auxilla had said. He would eventually have pretty free rome, working as her indentured servant. Paying for his freedom by being her personal slave.

damn right she is. >U its kinda her thing.

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Sayea watched him turn and leave. Once he was far enough away, she sighed and rested her broad, tired head on white dipped paws. It almost made her feel guilty, bullying this tom around. Should she be nicer to him? Or meaner? Hm.

the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell.

Sayra was restless. Her black pelt shone in the light, the white streaks reflecting moonlight like she too were a star. How was she supposed to sleep with the scent of toms penetrating through the forest? One in particular stood out to her. A new tom, how refreshing.

She sat up silently, ivory sliding over the cool ground to pad into the forest. The moon cast its silvery shadow over her tufty frame, giving her a spiritual appearance. She melted into the shadows.

right to the top.

Sayra wandered towards the deputy. The Guard was glad that someone had taken the initiative and started up that fabled tradition of the bone-tokens.

"I beleive a fit, young tom would be better suited to kick-start these Student's new lives." Sayra was tempted to make a bone-token for herself, as she had never done one. It seemed a symbol of faith and devotion, and an important spiritual milestone as well.

Sayra lisrened intently, cruel copper eyes watching the expression of terror on tge tom's face. She made up her mind. She would make herself a token. In her own steely way, Sayra was an emotional girl, deep deep deep down.