Post by Loki on Nov 7, 2017 18:53:53 GMT -6
Rain is a mixed blessing; it something that could be both good and bad. It waters the grass, the trees, and all the vegetation that is then eaten by herbivores, which where then caught and eaten themselves. However, it also causes floods, some being quite small, while others... well... they were complete destruction. Water holds such great power: the power to heal, as well as to ruin. It can make some things grow, while make other things die. It is unwieldy, while also being manageable. It takes its own path, or can go on a path made by others. And the rain, the rain that makes the waters rise, it cannot be controlled.
At least, that is what mortals presume. Black paws treaded on sodden grass, managing to stay mud-free, even though the sludge could be found in every cranny and crevice. It was the path he took; a safe, dry path quite difficult to spot. Nevertheless, his sharp, green eyes allowed him to find even the most obscured areas. They were narrowed, watching the path before him, though he was aware with every other part of his body. His keen ears flicked, his tail swished, and his paws, they barely made a noise as they hit the ground. He was not in any rush as he walked across the plains, the grass swaying against his blackened sides, his long legs nearly hidden. He travelled smoothy, his gait unique. It was elegant, different in a way that no one else could match.
His destination was only known by himself. It was not information he shared on a regular basis. He tended to be secretive, mysterious, and overall not the friendliest. Unapproachable from the outside, and getting there on the inside. He had emotions, but not the good ones. Pain, hatred, sadness, and hardly any love. The small bit of love, that sliver of humanity, had been crushed, erased, wiped out from existence when his mother died, then again when his brother left. What was left was a shell; a cold, empty body incapable of feeling joyous and jocular emotions. It was once said that those who are heartless, once cared too much.
Loki continued forward, rain dripping off his pelt, slipping its way through his thin pelt, sliding off his tail, splashing off his nose. The sky was dark, reflecting the cat nearly perfectly. A night sky for a dark cat; a deluge to match his emotions. Even his shadow looked brighter than his form. It was hard to say what he was going through, but it could be said that he was experiencing something. Resentment shown bright in his eye, and a slight snarl formed on his face. He looked disturbed, angered, and entirely hate-filled for no apparent reason. It could simply be caused by the weather, but most likely not.
The black tom turned off the path so suddenly, it looked as if he was yanked over by an invisible force. Rainwater dripped into his eye, and he blinked it furiously before speeding up, murmuring something about a stupid brother under his breath. He had had a destination, but for now, it was postponed as he looked for shelter to wait out the storm. It was not his usual way of things, but he had not slept in three days now, and he could feel the slight drag. This burden he carried, he had to figure out a way to either throw it off, or live through it, and he wasn't sure which was a better idea.
Loki slipped nimbly beneath a thick bramble of thorns, finding a hole in a large rock to act as a miniature cave for the night. He wouldn't sleep much, it would throw him off, and the plan he had formed in his mind. However, he was tired of everything, and sleep felt welcoming. Being awake, he was always fighting a battle, even if he didn't know it himself. The internal battles that raged within him, they could kill other cats. Yet, he was not weak and would not give in to them. He fought them bravely, though he had never been brave. A coward, a snake was all he would ever be. That was his last thought before he drifted to sleep.
Loki started forward, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes darted back and forth, before he remembered where he was, and why he was there. His mother was dead, his father, as well. His brother missing, and his sister, he did not know. He knew she was somewhere in the loner territories, but where was a mystery. He was different, but he liked to think his sister was always the same, the constant to keep him going. No, he did not rely on her, but she was something he enjoyed having close. He felt empty without her near.
He rose from his position and slithered out of the cave and under the thorn bush. Bright daylight hit his black face, and he squinted through it. The rain had left its mark on the land. Puddles dotted the plains, but Loki could still see the dry way through. He took his path, perhaps the same one he was on last night, and continued on to his destination. It shouldn't be too hard to find his sister.
At least, that is what mortals presume. Black paws treaded on sodden grass, managing to stay mud-free, even though the sludge could be found in every cranny and crevice. It was the path he took; a safe, dry path quite difficult to spot. Nevertheless, his sharp, green eyes allowed him to find even the most obscured areas. They were narrowed, watching the path before him, though he was aware with every other part of his body. His keen ears flicked, his tail swished, and his paws, they barely made a noise as they hit the ground. He was not in any rush as he walked across the plains, the grass swaying against his blackened sides, his long legs nearly hidden. He travelled smoothy, his gait unique. It was elegant, different in a way that no one else could match.
His destination was only known by himself. It was not information he shared on a regular basis. He tended to be secretive, mysterious, and overall not the friendliest. Unapproachable from the outside, and getting there on the inside. He had emotions, but not the good ones. Pain, hatred, sadness, and hardly any love. The small bit of love, that sliver of humanity, had been crushed, erased, wiped out from existence when his mother died, then again when his brother left. What was left was a shell; a cold, empty body incapable of feeling joyous and jocular emotions. It was once said that those who are heartless, once cared too much.
Loki continued forward, rain dripping off his pelt, slipping its way through his thin pelt, sliding off his tail, splashing off his nose. The sky was dark, reflecting the cat nearly perfectly. A night sky for a dark cat; a deluge to match his emotions. Even his shadow looked brighter than his form. It was hard to say what he was going through, but it could be said that he was experiencing something. Resentment shown bright in his eye, and a slight snarl formed on his face. He looked disturbed, angered, and entirely hate-filled for no apparent reason. It could simply be caused by the weather, but most likely not.
The black tom turned off the path so suddenly, it looked as if he was yanked over by an invisible force. Rainwater dripped into his eye, and he blinked it furiously before speeding up, murmuring something about a stupid brother under his breath. He had had a destination, but for now, it was postponed as he looked for shelter to wait out the storm. It was not his usual way of things, but he had not slept in three days now, and he could feel the slight drag. This burden he carried, he had to figure out a way to either throw it off, or live through it, and he wasn't sure which was a better idea.
Loki slipped nimbly beneath a thick bramble of thorns, finding a hole in a large rock to act as a miniature cave for the night. He wouldn't sleep much, it would throw him off, and the plan he had formed in his mind. However, he was tired of everything, and sleep felt welcoming. Being awake, he was always fighting a battle, even if he didn't know it himself. The internal battles that raged within him, they could kill other cats. Yet, he was not weak and would not give in to them. He fought them bravely, though he had never been brave. A coward, a snake was all he would ever be. That was his last thought before he drifted to sleep.
The fire burned with passion, unwieldy and therefore could not be tamed. It spread, larger and larger it grew, before it overtook everything. It gleamed off golden walls and enveloped shining pillars. The sound of screams and the thunder of pawpads falling filled the ears of a young, black tom. It all happened so quickly, it was hard to comprehend everything. He glanced around before his eyes fell onto his sister, terror spread across her beautiful features. He tried to move, but his paws wouldn't budge, and when he looked down, the only thing he saw was the sticky, black sludge keeping his paws in place. The only thing he could do was watch as his sister burned. Screaming in rage and misery, he tried to break free, but by the time he did, she was nothing but a speck of ash floating in the air near him. He fell to the ground, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. His sight blurred from tears, yet they floated away as steam the moment they left his eyes. He wouldn't burn up, he wouldn't die, something was preventing it.
Then, someone called his name. His ears swiveled, then his head followed. Through his tears, he could see a light smile and a gorgeous face, the face of his mother. He stood, and the smallest of smiles appeared on his face. "Mother?" he said, taking a quick, desperate step forward before she, too, floated away into dust, the only thing left was her memory.
Loki started forward, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes darted back and forth, before he remembered where he was, and why he was there. His mother was dead, his father, as well. His brother missing, and his sister, he did not know. He knew she was somewhere in the loner territories, but where was a mystery. He was different, but he liked to think his sister was always the same, the constant to keep him going. No, he did not rely on her, but she was something he enjoyed having close. He felt empty without her near.
He rose from his position and slithered out of the cave and under the thorn bush. Bright daylight hit his black face, and he squinted through it. The rain had left its mark on the land. Puddles dotted the plains, but Loki could still see the dry way through. He took his path, perhaps the same one he was on last night, and continued on to his destination. It shouldn't be too hard to find his sister.
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