Trepidation (Ghost)

[Dahlia]

Ghost

What a strange thing it is to stray away from one's home. Of course Dahlia would not wander far, and Alya knew of this, she could not help her mixed emotions. She's never left her property before, and from her perch upon the fence that borders her home, the idea is so very enticing. And yet the child hesitates, turning her icy blue eyes back to the girl setting up her music stick upon the porch. The girl offers her a toothy smile, before returning to her task at hand. Dahlia grins, taking that as an invitation, and waves her tail in farewell. She wouldn't be gone long, and her jewelled collar clearly marks who she is and where she comes from. A pedigree feline is hardly unspotted, and Alya loves to show her off to all her friends in the neighbourhood.

With some pep in her step, the young feline prowls along the border before reaching a tree, using it to get down with minimal trouble. She greets people as she passes, who seem to be surprised to see her out, yet happily pet the young feline before she glides on her way. It isn't long before she gets bored of the endless houses that all look so similar. With their perfect clean kept yards, well manicured lawns, and pristine fences. And so, ever curious, she sets off a little deeper into the town, heading for something more interesting. She's not sure what's she expected, yet a sense of trepidation warns her when she finds it. The thrill of fear is both fascinating and unsettling as she peers up at the huge scary house.

Dahlia had seen this house once before, being driven past on her way to the vet. Yet she'd never seen it since. It's scarier up close, without the protection of the monster and her housefolk. And yet the scent of cat is strong, so at least it must be inhabitable. She noses around the perimeter, curious, yet staying her distance, until she catches sight of another cat and squeals in panic. Ducking behind something, she peers out at the black cat, his collar studded with spikes and his tail tip grey. Her fur spiked slightly in uncertainty, for in all her five moons she hadn't seen a feline quite like this, she takes three hesitant steps forth and pauses with one forepaw hovering in mid air. "H-hello...do you l-live here?" She's not usually shy. Quite the opposite really. Yet this cat seemed like she ought to leave him alone. Though with Dahlia, their is always a silver lining. Perhaps the scary cat is friendly? For how could such a thing not at least be a possibility?