ZexionVIOriginal

Label awoke, still feeling tired and groggy. She stretched her rather short, white legs and opened her mouth in a collosal yawn. Two days had passed since she was sold into a small cottage. Her owners didn't seem to care for her much, as they would desert her strait after dinner.    At least I have Ebony, she thought happily. Across the room, a sleek black she-cat was sharpening her claws on the walls. There were two words others used to describe her: beautiful and evil. Well, every rose has it's thorns, no matter how big or small, Label told herself.    "Daydreaming about your prince charming, Princess?" Ebony