T2W6 - T2W9

Part 2 of Term 2.

Yes, I dislike Week 7. Don’t read it, its horrendous D:

I'm serious.


T2W6

Acute, Hostile, Gist, Lucrative, transient


Her ears perking up, the creature sniffed the air, body poised as she prepared to make her move. With her acute sense of smell, as well as her notable hearing abilities, nothing could escape her claws. She relaxed her muscles; it was only a matter of time before she found her prey. The feline chuckled to herself, licking her tender paw as she sat on her hind legs, carefully observing her surroundings, while giving off the feeling that she was merely cleaning herself. Without warning, the rabbit bolted up from underneath the large foliage of the bushes, streaking like a bullet into the distance.

She turned, her white fur glistening under the sunlight, though surprised that the prey had chosen to execute such a move, she had no qualms, swiftly jumping on all fours to prepare to chase the little rascal. However, the large creature heard the snapping of twigs and cracking of leaves, instantaneously bearing her fangs and producing a hostile roar in the direction of the bushes the rabbit had previously fled from. She smelled something unfamiliar in the air, its scent was alien to her. No, wait… It couldn’t have been –

Humans.

In one fluid motion, she sped away from the forest clearing, cleanly missing a bullet. The piercing sound of the gun shot startled the frantic female, who snarled in anger at the clear ambush. The disgusting humans were after her pelt; her glossy fur was a lucrative product to the monsters, she had gotten the gist of the business a long time ago, when her pack was hunted down one by one. They would find the carcasses of their comrades shed, their precious fur stolen. Her golden eyes flashed with rage as the thought crossed her mind. She heard another round of bullets being fired, furrowing her brow, pleading her legs to move faster.

The man aimed with precision once more, determined not to waste another bullet. He pulled the trigger, signaling the start of the life of the bullet, and heralding the end of another.

BANG!

She felt it, it was real pain. The animal crumpled to the floor, slowly getting drenched in her own pool of red. Her senses weakening, and her vision becoming blurry, her voice abandoned her totally, as she saw shadowed people approaching her from a distance.

In one transient passing of time, the Tiger rolled over in defeat

And then,

She was gone.



T2W7

Vitriolic, pinnacle, pungent, falter, constrict

“Do not falter, dear Soldiers of her Highness! We will ultimately reach the goal!” The young man’s voice rang high and mighty in the air. He swung a balled fist in the air, punching with spirit as he led the large group of troops on their ascent to the pinnacle of the mountain. Their ropes and harnesses clinked and clanged as metal met rock, slowly but surely making their way higher and higher the steep mountain. However, as they journeyed closer to the top, the thin air became pungent with a horrible smell. The General gasped as he whiffed the air, his whole throat felt constricted, and he nearly felt like letting go of his grip on the rope. The vitriolic smell suffocated the whole lot of them, and the captain allowed one thought to flash by his mind.
Is this really the end?

T2W8

Disgruntled, compatible, irrational, vulnerable, equanimity

He released a disgruntled sigh, a palm against his cheek. She was such an irrational young female, who required a leash for her sharp tongue. It was incredibly saddening to know that she was his own flesh and blood. The sister bit her lip before sticking her tongue out at her brother, “Nyah! You’re such a meanie!” The older male took a deep breath to calm himself down, before exhaling and shooting his sister a cool gaze.

They stood in stark contrast to one another, one opposite ends of a pole. In the South, the emotional and just, Maiden of the Light. While in the North, the unfeeling and wise, Ruler of the Dark. While they ruled in each their own regions, and had numerous differences, the pair of siblings were a duo of equanimity, incredibly compatible to one another. It was hard to find vulnerability in them. Their counterpoints were exactly made balanced them out as two perfect rulers of an entire country. The intelligent Elliot could easily solve any political problems, while holding an impartial, unbiased mindset all through any situation. While the warm and sociable Lilac would always look out for the people’s welfare and would never let any of the weak and unprotected be wrongfully treated.

“You aren’t exactly the sweetest cake on the table either, Lilac!” Elliot shot back in a fluid sentence.

The younger female pouted, hopping up and down on the spot.

“ELLY’S SUCH AMEANIE!”

T2W9

Lithe, Obese, Pathetic, Gusto, Garrulous


The petite dancer flowed with elegance and poise, beautifully painting pictures in thin air as she performed her routine on the stage with gusto, exuberating the energy and the happiness she felt with her lovely actions. As she drew her performance to a close, the crowd broke into a sea of polite applause, thoroughly touched by her marvellous display of talent and emotions. The ballet dancer curtsied before exiting stage right, flashing a golden smile to the spectators.
In the audience, a young teenager sat, clapping along with the rest. She wasn’t as pretty, nor as skinny or lithe as the ballerina who had just left moments ago, but neither would she be considered obese. Her short, shoulder length hair had been tied into a short ponytail of raven black, her chestnut brown eyes blinking in awe. The girl was still dazzled by the performer’s eye-catching dance.

Since young, she had always wanted to go into a musical, artsy career. Dancing was never taken off the list of possibilities. However, her garrulous friends always loved to entertain the idea of seeing her as a top-class Pianist. Was it because it looked as if she didn’t have what it took to become a ballet dancer? The sheer thought made her feel pathetic.