Post by ☾ϟnightϟ☽ on Mar 18, 2012 10:51:51 GMT -5
A deep espresso form was sitting at the outer edges of the Twolegs' tunnels. The feline's wine colored eyes watched with insouciance as the loud machines raced to and fro. Seven's tail twitched in annoyance and he turned away from the Thunderpath.
"Humans are despicably foul creatures," his voice seeped with the agitation that he had been feeling internally watching the strange, large creatures in their transportation devices, polluting the air, and ignorantly making the natural life around them fade away.
Seven never really cared much for humans, finding them to only be a nuisance when it came down to his mind of a perfect society free of dullards, weaknesses, and inconveniences. Part of him wished that there was something that he could do about the problem that was mankind, but even he knew that taking out the human race was an impossibility.
Still, the thought of ripping out each and every single one of their jugular veins delivered immense pleasure to him. He gave a singular chuckle and padded even farther away from the tunnels, staying by the stone wall as he walked. Seven stopped when the sound of the vehicles was nothing but an occasional buzz in his ears.
He sat and looked around, his eyes were hypersensitive to the sun, making him squint uncomfortably. "There has to be something to do," he grumbled and flicked his tail.
"Humans are despicably foul creatures," his voice seeped with the agitation that he had been feeling internally watching the strange, large creatures in their transportation devices, polluting the air, and ignorantly making the natural life around them fade away.
Seven never really cared much for humans, finding them to only be a nuisance when it came down to his mind of a perfect society free of dullards, weaknesses, and inconveniences. Part of him wished that there was something that he could do about the problem that was mankind, but even he knew that taking out the human race was an impossibility.
Still, the thought of ripping out each and every single one of their jugular veins delivered immense pleasure to him. He gave a singular chuckle and padded even farther away from the tunnels, staying by the stone wall as he walked. Seven stopped when the sound of the vehicles was nothing but an occasional buzz in his ears.
He sat and looked around, his eyes were hypersensitive to the sun, making him squint uncomfortably. "There has to be something to do," he grumbled and flicked his tail.
