Nature's Fury

Crouched and low to the ground, she sits- a murderer, no doubt, and death to whatever hapless creature might offend her noble sensibilites. She pauses silently, waiting for the moment to lash out; to strike. Then, she leaps and is on her quarry, claws slashing and teeth gnawing on her helpless victim.

This:



is the killer whose evil knows no bounds (her occassional victim is pictured as well). Descended from the greater demons of Hell, she has no master but the Devil himself.

So she's evil, but cute.

It's a combination that has worked before. The Sirens that lured Ulysses, for example. Evil and cute go together like chocolate and ice cream. This may seem odd, but keep in mind- we expect evil to be large and dark and impolite and hurtful, not a fluffy fuzzball with wide eyes that sometimes purrs.

It's camoflage, really- my wife and friends have been deceived by her exterior and cannot fathom the murky darkness that her being consists of. But I bear witness to her evil, with scratches running the length and breadth of my poor tortured body. My wife believes that she is "playing", but I know for certain that "Clementine" (Her real name is Stormcloud Killclaw) attempted to tear out my Achilles' tendon. The only thing that prevented her from doing so is her stature- scale her to be twice as large and I become no more than people-flavored Meow Mix.

She's looking at me with her eyes half-closed- who knows what evil thoughts dwell in her malicious mind?