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;;{my london, london bridge wanna go down};;
« Thread Started on Oct 29, 2006, 10:17pm »

_{One paw in front of another, a small, sleek, body was making it's way towardsthe moss tunnel. The body belonged to a she-cat, and was a perfectly distinct tortoise shell tabby. Each tabby line etched into her coat was outlined in black, and had a perfect color and texture, like chocolate, right for the picking. She was beautiful, to put it short. Each pawsteps she took, angels seemed to rain their gifts down to her from the heavens. Like water in motion. Or something more pure then water. Something perfect. Something heavenly.

Something like Auttum. To her mother, she was a perfect angel. To her mentor, she was the perfect student. To her friends, she was the perfect leader. To the kits, she was the perfect role model. To the boys-she gave them what they wanted. All of it. She had the kiss that left them gasping, the touch that gave them shivers-all of it, and she was just barely a warrior. She was young, beautiful, and perfect. Yet so practiced, and experienced at everything. She knew how to make the boys chase her, she knew what they wanted, and she could never stay with just one very long. Her life was it's very own screwed up soap opera, each day with a different man. She was it.

She was a slut.

Auttum now sat down, tilting her perfect head slightly to the side, tail wrapping around her petite paws, olive green eyes staring off into the distance. She opened her mouth in something of a half smile, white, pointed teeth glistening in the dying sunlight. It was evening. Of course it was evening, why else would she be in the moss tunnel, alone? Some poor male fool always traveled out here, unaware that an extrordinary perfect angel was waiting inside, ready to seduce him. She was like a drug, once you had her, you could never have enough. She drew men it, gave them a taste, and then threw them back out, making them chase her.

She was so perfect, yet so flawed. It was wrong in so many ways, what she did, yet she enjoyed every minute of it.

Eyes glittering, she peered around the tunnel curiously. She had always wondered about the history of this place, wondered what had happened here, who had died in here, who had fallen in love... How was she to know that once, beucause of love, a young apprentice had tried to kill herself? How was she to know that prisinors had been brought and killed within these walls? How did she know that just by being here, she was adding to the history of this place?

She flicked her ears, glancing down the tunnel, spying a shape in the distance. The distinct scent of male filled her nose, and she smirked, standing up, shaking herself off, and getting ready. Someone was about to add to the history of this tunnel-with Auttum.

OOC; very random. urggh.}