Johnny: Continuation
((Mod notes: First off, im sorry that I just kinda dropped this account for a while. I did try repeatedly to draw out both sides of this story, but they just didnt work or I got distracted. Frankly, I just want to get this story done and over with so besides the few sketchs that will be drawn out on Mudons side, this plot will be done in mostly text. ;n; ))
Glistening eyes watched from above, silently mocking the wounded pair that struggled to stay afloat beneath her vinnila paws. So far, the cats play had gone along without a hitch, flowing just as she envisioned it, starting with that delicious look of pure horror and desperation that had been so plainly written on that filthy bats face, right down to the flailing bird that swam as if it was not only the bats life that was on the line, but hers also. The delcatty watched for a bit longer before finally noticing one small dent in her plan. This section. This chapter. It was ...... Boring. After all, one could only watch a bird swim for so long before wanting to walk away and by the looks of it, that haggard mass of pillow down wasn't even going to reach the shore line before her frozen pincushion of a man fell into the chains and dark embrace of Garatinas pit. As she realized this, the feline was faced with two options. She could just walk away now in search of her next target, knowing that this one was more then likely already gone... Or... She could give them a little boost. After all, if that fat sack of fur somehow survived after being so clouse to deaths door itself, he would return home and tell others about what happened, thus spreading his fear to others. And Arcaus knew how much this cat loved a bit of chaos. With her mind made up, the Delcatty lined herself up just so and breathed deeply, filling her lungs with air that soon turned frigid. Ever so slowly she exhaled, watching as ice partials rapidly formed in midair in front of her, growing and expanding in the light until it was at least as big as a Snorlax. As her lungs started to slow, nearly empty from crating such a mass, the cat shifted on her front paws, twisting until she had about faced and kicked the over-sized masterpiece outward and downward. With a smile the cat didn't even bother to watch the object fall. She just sat in place, smiling to herself as she waited and listened to the tell tale splash that would crate a wave that would 'Assist' the ugly duckling to reach her goal. And the delcattys also.
