Post by Needleclaw on Aug 26, 2015 1:41:53 GMT -6
je veux ci je veux ça
Howl watched the world silently from his place in the ally, his one useful eye unfocused and not really paying attention to his surroundings. After all, why should he? It wasn't like anyone was going to be bothering him anytime soon. His ... unique visage usually drove other cats away, and two-leg's didn't really seem to bother with cats that weren't cute. Well, unless they were the cat-hunting type; but Howl had concluded that their didn't seem to be any cat-hunters around these parts. And if, for some reason, there was he would have an easy enough time escaping them. The art of escape happened to be one of his few talents.
What am I doing here? he wondered suddenly, slumping to the floor and resting his head of his paws. His shredded flap of an ear fell loosely against his head, reminding him once again of his irreversible injuries. At least he hadn't died, right?
Not that death wasn't an appealing alternative at this point.
I guess Whimper would want me to live, the wiry loner thought, focusing his gray eye on his dark paws as his single ear picked up the sound of a cat approaching. Probably. He liked me ... right? ... He probably didn't. What use was I to him? a bittersweet smile flickered onto Howl's face for a moment, and a dry laugh almost escaped him. He wasn't one to show emotion in front of others, though, after all he was already quite the display. Not wanting to keep his "guest" waiting any longer the tom suddenly slid onto his paws in an almost graceful manner and turned around, revealing his half-destroyed face to the stranger. His gray eye (the other was long gone, all that was left was a scarred over socket) focused on the stranger, trying to make out their form in the moonlight.
"It's not very polite to hide in the shadows," Howl mewed in a monotone voice. Yet it also held a youthful chime, and maybe even yearning to be alongside another again.
What am I doing here? he wondered suddenly, slumping to the floor and resting his head of his paws. His shredded flap of an ear fell loosely against his head, reminding him once again of his irreversible injuries. At least he hadn't died, right?
Not that death wasn't an appealing alternative at this point.
I guess Whimper would want me to live, the wiry loner thought, focusing his gray eye on his dark paws as his single ear picked up the sound of a cat approaching. Probably. He liked me ... right? ... He probably didn't. What use was I to him? a bittersweet smile flickered onto Howl's face for a moment, and a dry laugh almost escaped him. He wasn't one to show emotion in front of others, though, after all he was already quite the display. Not wanting to keep his "guest" waiting any longer the tom suddenly slid onto his paws in an almost graceful manner and turned around, revealing his half-destroyed face to the stranger. His gray eye (the other was long gone, all that was left was a scarred over socket) focused on the stranger, trying to make out their form in the moonlight.
"It's not very polite to hide in the shadows," Howl mewed in a monotone voice. Yet it also held a youthful chime, and maybe even yearning to be alongside another again.
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