<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Solara Judy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Pestilence<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  The Vision<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Exposition Park Science Facility<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Hurt&amp;Harm, Cackle, Tangle, CLOSED<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     A twinkle glimmered in Plague's glowing green eyes as she watched the twin sisters toy around with their newest family member - the family dog, at least in their opinion. They showed the same confidence that she herself displayed when she was about their age. But it was a different world back then. Her attitude drove her completely underground. Other mutants were able to "fake" being human and stay hidden amongst society - but she never compromised in such a way. It was unacceptable. Her standards were higher than that. So she'd had to hide most of the time, as the men and women of the early 1900's America hunted down mutants and put them to cruel ends.<br/><br/>     Despite her brazen attitude, she'd survived - mostly because her gift allowed her to make "contributions" to the anti-human agenda from afar. If they were going to hunt and kill mutants needlessly for crimes they hadn't even committed, well then - she didn't want to make a liar out of them. That seed of hatred that had been planted in her early on had only blossomed into beautiful flowers of Oleander. She was toxic even before Apocalypse had arrived, and it took little convincing for her to willingly join his side. Plague hated the world - to the point that she even dislikes most other mutants. She couldn't convince herself of a single soul that could bear the blame for her tragic life - so she put it on everyone, human or mutant. She blamed it on the gods, on science, on everything. The century of life she'd lived up until this point had been in near seclusion and self-segregation; which had only magnified the hate she had inside her.<br/><br/>     Still, she hid it all under a pleasing smile and delicate words, <strong>"Enough now girls. We shan't have him battered and bloody before he even gets the chance to prove himself." </strong> She walked gracefully forwards, one slender hand reaching out to touch the twin's protective shield while the other reached out for Cackle. The instant that her soft index finger touched their barrier it began disintegrating. It cracked and fell apart, the pieces of it completely breaking down into dust before it could even fall all the way to the floor. Her other hand, meanwhile began to pat the Hyena-man's head and ruffle the course fur between his two round ears. <strong>"No need to waste such beautiful violence here Cackle. Save it for those twisted humans that deserted you and left you to die. Aren't <em>they </em>the real villains after-all?"</strong> <br/><br/>     She had yet to look at either party, so her eyes first drifted over her right shoulder to the twin girls. <strong>"And we were merciful enough, and compassionate enough to take you in and give you a home. Give you a family."</strong> she said, continually reinforcing the powerful brainwashing she'd spun over the young women since they had first arrived. Then those eerie green eyes pulled her head to the left to lock on to Cackle's own black beads. <strong>"So save your anger for those cowards, those criminals that betrayed you."</strong><br/><br/>     <strong>"Don't forget though, you can always be the better person and bring them in to me; give them what we have blessed you with: another chance. Another life."</strong> Her eyes drifted away from him and she stopped petting him, a deceptive smile curling up on her flawlessly beautiful face. <strong>"The choice is yours."</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/6/61459/2676699-cheetah8a.jpg)</div>     It was at that moment that a loud clatter was heard down the hall, and a handful of scientists could be seen scattering in every conceivable direction out of a door halfway down the corridor. A fraction of a second later a yellowish-orange blur came tearing through after them. Razor-sharp claws dug into the tiled floor as she skidded to a stop in the hallway and looked both directions, she issued a distinctive cat-like hiss before erupting into melodic laughter. She could see Pestilence and the rest of the surrounding audience out their end of the hall - so she quickly and smoothly bounded down the passageway towards them.<br/><br/>     As she neared, the twins - and everyone else present - could get a closer look at her form. She looked half-leopard, half-human though slightly more human than Cackle. She had a fierce attractiveness to her, but that was probably due to the fact that she was completely naked; clothed only in the very thin layer of soft fur that left very few secrets to her physique. She was still quite-human in form, with firm breasts, a defined abdomen, and long shapely legs. Her voice broke the awe-filled silence, and it was sharp but much more pleasant than her half-dog counterpart's. <strong>"You summoned me?"</strong> she asked in a very respectful tone. She had a casual aura of energy to her - as if she had once been a care-free and happy-go-lucky young girl. The mixture of feline-predator was a disturbing contrast that made everyone else seem ten times more tense than the leopard-woman.<br/><br/>     <strong>"Tangle, my exotic beauty, it is time to show <em>Father</em> our accomplishments."</strong> A genuine smile showed on Pestilence face then - and Tangle offered her own fanged replica in response. The feline woman had been Solara's first major success on a finely-tuned Serum. Cackle, had been her second. She was not foolish enough to run to her master with her first results; she'd wanted to replicate the success before she dared sharing it with Apocalypse - who would no doubt demand more. That was another reason she was so endearing of the world-slaughtering madman. <br/>     <br/>     He was probably the only being she knew that held just as high standards as she did. Excellence was not enough. Perfection was the only acceptable result; anything less was failure. She respected him for it. She loved him for it. And though not quite as openly amorous - his feelings toward her had been mutual.<br/><br/>     Unless, of course, he was just as successfully manipulative as herself. One may never know. And even if they did, they'd never live to tell about it.<br/><br/>     Solara caressed the feline's cheek as she spoke her next words, <strong>"So beautiful... and so deadly. You are perfect."</strong> She looked over towards Cackle and a thin smile returned to her face. <strong>"You could use a facelift; but fortunately our Master cares little for aesthetics - so long as the job gets done."</strong> She spun around gracefully and started walking down a different hallway behind her - off towards the conference room, glancing briefly over her shoulder at the twins before saying, <strong>"Come. It's not wise to keep Him waiting."</strong><br/></div>