stormy13art
Yes, I was smaller, but i consider myself not a spirit- but a god. I was a silver cat, criss-crossed with scars and leathery wings. My paws tingled with excitement when Spirit came into view. The idiot was flying blindly, tears blurred her vision and loss clawed at her heart. She was the most powerful; brining things to life in a blink of an eye, but the most useless, it was not an everyday power. I could feel the wounds in her heart, she was so depressed. I sped up, flying so silently, so freely, it was as if I wasn't even there! The snowy white cat was so clueless! I grasped her pure white wing in my jaw, my teeth ripping flesh. She screeched and waved her paws, trying to hit me. I dove towards the ground and released the cat, who yowled loudly in fear until it was cut off with a loud thump as the cat hit the ground. I flew down and saw the blood- so much of the scarlet liquid. She had cracked her head open. If I had only knew that this one kill did before- I'd have done it sooner.