<blockquote><div><cite>Rosethorn wrote:</cite>The dark was nice. Nothing could bother her. Kira walked towards the dark lake. Black against black. Everything had its colour stolen, including herself. Everything was placid in this world. The water began to ripple at her paws. It didn't seem out of place, this movement seemed just like it was supposed to happen. She slid onto all fours. Her heart did not beat, but again that was not out of place here. To much movement would ruin the beauty. Slowly she placed on paw in the water. Then another. Soon she was up to her chest. The black water was neither cold nor warm. It just was. It moved through her fur yet there was no current. She sighed. The placidity of this place stole through her body. Raising her head to the sky she watched for something. Not knowing what, but knowing it would be here soon.<br/><br/>Stars exploded into the sky. The waters gentle embrace grew tight around her frame. Pushing and pulling her small insignificant body around like a rag doll. She heard screams where there had previously been no sound. Laughter erupted from beside her. Something seemed to grasp her around her midsection. Slowly yanking her out of this world. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She did not want to leave. Why were they making her leave? She felt her soul being torn in half as her limbs were slowly dragged from the water. A part of her brain noticed that the waters surface remained smooth and none clung to her fur. When only the tips of her paws touched the smooth surface she was rocked into reality.<br/><br/>Everything was still black. But now there was pain. and stars of bright red flashed before her eyes. Had she been in the realm of death? That was where she should be. The humans obviously thought she was dead. Why had she come back? What had made her soul leave that wonderful place in trade for this hell? Her heart beat heavily in her chest. Pushing its limits. Trying to escape its flesh cage again.  She tried to slow it. If there was a reason to stay alive now it was to exact her vengeance. <br/><br/>Suddenly she heard the firing stop. Were all the other ferals dead now? Keeping her body still she tried to listen. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Jayce, wait!"</span> Then laughter. <span style="font-weight: bold">"I cant believe we did that!" "No more stupid ferals to breath our air eh?"</span> They still had to deal with her though. Of course she couldn't fight now. Her body was not in proper fighting condition. No she would come back. A foot found her side and more laughter erupted from their stupid mouths. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Kids, drag these bodies outside for disposal."</span> An official males voice. This was a larger operation then she had thought.<br/><br/>Hands found her ankles. She felt her skin pull against the ground as they dragged her out the door.</div></blockquote>