Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27141338-20151123213226

As Lostheart walked through the woods, she suddenly heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the floor. She crouched down in front of a tall patch of grass in front of her and saw a big, plump vole. She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes as she crept closer and closer to the fat creature.

In one swift, graceful movement, she jumped and caught the vole between her paws, instantly killing it by unsheathing her claws on it. She felt so powerful and strong in that moment. The abuse she had been through had caused her to greatly enjoy being the one creating pain instead of being the one suffering from it.