=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Ciara had been lying on the cold floor for a little over two hours, and her joints were starting to stiffen. She stood, arched her back, and began pacing to ease the ache she felt in her underused limbs. She shook her head to clear the muddled thoughts swirling in a sluggish cesspool and turned the length of her body in the tiny confines of her enclosure. Her eyes flicked over the other ‘mons once again, and her gaze was drawn in particular to a Golett.
The Delcatty felt a peculiar sense of kinship with the Golett, since he’d been there nearly as long as she. Of course, they’d never talked; Ciara just wasn’t the type, and she doubted he’d like to hear her depressing outlook on their already crappy lives. Plus, they were ten cages apart, and that didn’t make for very good conversation.
Fur rose along her spine. She could feel the impending onset of another rage. She couldn’t control it, but she destroyed her prison every time it happened. Ciara continued to pace and prepare for the worst.
When the raging fit struck, it struck hard. Immediately, the Delcatty was seized with the inexplicable desire to kill and destroy and kill and destroy until there was nothing left to kill and destroy. Claws bit into the wall as she scrabbled at the metal, eyes blazing red with fury. A tail like a whip lashed against the still-full bowl of kibble, sending it skidding, kibble spilling out of it. There wasn’t much else in her cube to destroy, so she ran about like... well, a Delcatty in a frenzy, until the rage burned itself out. Ciara collapsed on the floor again, panting with the explosion of untamed, unrelenting, uncontrollable power. Her head resting on her paws once again, she continued her listless practice of apathetic observation.
The Delcatty felt a peculiar sense of kinship with the Golett, since he’d been there nearly as long as she. Of course, they’d never talked; Ciara just wasn’t the type, and she doubted he’d like to hear her depressing outlook on their already crappy lives. Plus, they were ten cages apart, and that didn’t make for very good conversation.
Fur rose along her spine. She could feel the impending onset of another rage. She couldn’t control it, but she destroyed her prison every time it happened. Ciara continued to pace and prepare for the worst.
When the raging fit struck, it struck hard. Immediately, the Delcatty was seized with the inexplicable desire to kill and destroy and kill and destroy until there was nothing left to kill and destroy. Claws bit into the wall as she scrabbled at the metal, eyes blazing red with fury. A tail like a whip lashed against the still-full bowl of kibble, sending it skidding, kibble spilling out of it. There wasn’t much else in her cube to destroy, so she ran about like... well, a Delcatty in a frenzy, until the rage burned itself out. Ciara collapsed on the floor again, panting with the explosion of untamed, unrelenting, uncontrollable power. Her head resting on her paws once again, she continued her listless practice of apathetic observation.