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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 21:03:21 GMT -5
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
"Zlochia... do you find anything peculiar about that array of stars there? I mean... they're practically lining up. Something huge is bound to happen," spoke a thought-forsaken kitty, capable of the greatest twists and fortunes possible. "Indeed, Ashinti. But no one shall listen to us. When the time comes, they'll be the ones apologizing and bowing to us, friend." An enchanting ebony feline graced with intelligence of astronomical phenomenons pondered how everyone could be so oblivious to the sagest and wisest creatures upon this planet: the werecats. Alas, everyone thinks of them as low animals and nothing more. But Ashinti and Zlochia are much more. They've been blessed and are more like messengers or prophets. But, again, no one trusts them or befriends them for they feel inferior to their intellect once the two speak. Woe, when will these denizens learn envy is not the way to go? The felines are merely trying to help... nothing more. [/center]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 12, 2007 21:18:30 GMT -5
Scar was walking down the less-traveled streets in Silthrim the same night as Zlochia and Ashinti were analyzing the stars above them. Her extraordinary ears picked up some hushed murmurs, though she couldn't understand them from her distance away. Suddenly she tripped over a rock in her path and tumbled to the ground, scraping her palms on the stones that littered the path. "Ow..." she whispered faintly, pushing herself back onto her behind.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 21:23:04 GMT -5
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Ashinti's mammoth paws led him over to Scar, where he examined her hands dolefully. Zlochia, on the other hand, was spitting her warnings to the girl. Who would dare intrude upon their studies! The porcelain cat let his emerald optics wander to the femme's eyes. "What are you doing here? It's the dead of night, and you're wandering about? Shame!" Ashinti cried, ivory auds pinning to his crania. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 12, 2007 21:26:03 GMT -5
"There's nothing else to do," she replied in a mumble, feeling the tender, bloodied places on her palms and grimacing. "What would one such as yourself be doing here in the dead of night?" she added, turning the question around to the werecat, who she didn't know was a cat at all.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 21:32:12 GMT -5
The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad.
Zlochia cautiously padded toward the two, her pelt crested and her pendulum brush-bottled. Golden optics searched Scar for any trace of weaponry or anything to cause harm. But when she looked at her almost-transparent pools, she broadcasted a thought to Ashinti: This girl is blind. "Ah, but I am only here to expand my knowledge. Do you not know who, or what, you are talking to?" Ashinti questioned, taking his friend's hint. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 12, 2007 21:36:33 GMT -5
Scar let her gaze move in the direction of the voice. "Are you not an elf like I am?" she questioned nervously, a squirming feeling forming a knot in her throat. "What are you?"
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 21:41:53 GMT -5
We may give advice, but we cannot inspire the conduct.
"Of course not, child. I've lived here for many more years than even your great-great-grandparents could account for. I'm a werecat and so is my friend, Zlochia. I'm Ashinti, an astronomer of such," replied Ivory Ashes, his auds straightening their positions and his banner whipping at his colossal paws. Zlochia sniffed at Scar's hand, her whiskers brushing up against her skin. Her blood drenched a few select strands of her fur and atennae, and she merely sighed. "I'm glad you're not in severe pain. I know it's just a cut, but anything can and will be agonizing." [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 12, 2007 22:01:38 GMT -5
"Werecats..?" asked the elf. "Are werecats like werewolves?" The thought sent a shudder through her, but she dismissed it and examined her palms with her fingers. She let a porcelain finger run across each individual slice, and Scar hissed in pain when she discovered a rock had slipped under her skin. "Please..." she said suddenly to the second cat, Zlochia, "could you get this out? I don't care what you have to do to get it... Wouldn't make a difference either way." The thought of all the jagged scars across her hands on either side came to mind.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 22:08:40 GMT -5
In fine, nothing is said now that has not been said before.
Ashinti couldn't help but purr in amusement. A werewolf? Ha! "Werewolves are nothing like werecats. For one, we don't change shapes at night and, two, we are not bloodthirsty nor vicious unless we choose to be," explained the feline, immense talons digging into the dirt, soiling it, for this girl had no idea how disgraceful it was to be compared to such primitive and savage beasts. Zlochia glared malevolently at the pebble lodged deep into her hand. She clamped her jaws about it warily and tugged and jerked as hard as she could. Eventually, the rock dislodged itself and rolled about on the werecat's tongue, getting the taste of blood, before spitting it out. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 12, 2007 22:40:27 GMT -5
After expressing her gratitude and apologies to the felines, Scar sat in silence, not wanting to insult Ashinti farther. Her palm was stinging like crazy now, but at least the miniscule pebble was gone.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 12, 2007 22:43:39 GMT -5
Ashinti glanced thankfully toward Zlochia who relaxed on her haunches, pendulum wrapping about her wee paws. "Can we tell you of something?" suddenly inquired the obsidian feline feebly. She wasn't entirely sure if it was all right with her comrade but she was independent, and just as intellectual, so it didn't much matter to her. [/size]
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 13, 2007 16:32:51 GMT -5
Scar shifted slightly, rolling her shoulders to scratch them against the wall behind her. "Well," she replied warily, "Would you trust a complete stranger with something?" The girl wasn't sure what Zlochia wanted to tell her, but she hoped it was good news for once.
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 13, 2007 17:43:41 GMT -5
Zlochia and Ashinti exchanged glances nervously and both shifted quite a bit theirselves. "Hmm..." the ebony werecat started, "That depends if the stranger is worth trusting. Tell me, elf, can you keep secrets well? If not, then you are wasting our time." The moon-washed feline simply looked up at the stars and added, "And since you cannot see, we must describe our findings to her, Zlochia."
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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 13, 2007 19:54:35 GMT -5
A skeptical look crossed the elven girl's face. "Well, I wouldn't have anyone to tell," she remarked. "And what do you mean by findings? Is it something good or bad?"
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Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jun 13, 2007 20:02:31 GMT -5
"Oh... it depends on what you think is good or bad," Zlochia replied tartly. "But I shall warn you: if you don't believe us, then you shall, too, perish as well. Right, then! Do you want me to speak of it now?" Ashinti piped in patiently, his banner curling curiously. [/size]
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