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Post by Anna on Jul 18, 2014 14:40:05 GMT -5
Wendigo
Running, racing, soaring, going as fast as her paws could carry...
Anna bounded off, away from her home. It was strange for her to do at day, but the hands.. So many hands.. She had to get away from it! So she ran, she would be back. But not likely in a while, she loved the outside world.
she was in a small neighbourhood, where her house lay. Dogs yipped as she ran past and human shrieked, trying to catch her. She rolled her eyes and continued,until the neighbourhood opened up to her favourite place. A small path that lead to an open field, last gate so human couldn't get to it.
She settled herself down, by a nettle a yawned. She was exhausted, from her run and hungry. Her green eyes scanned around as she caught sight of a silvery outline. Tall in frame and leggy. His glowing blue eyes where burning into her, so she felt like she would burst into flames at any moment.
"hello." She murmured, loud enough for the stranger could hear. "May I ask your name?" |
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Post by Wendigo on Jul 18, 2014 21:56:46 GMT -5
The daylight hours were just not for him, the silver ticked tom constantly found himself realizing when the moon went down and that blinding brilliant star made its way into the heavens. It was obnoxiously bright when there was no cloud cover, like there was today, and it seemed to drive humans into a permanent state of activity while it was up. They pushed large unwielding contraptions around the grass that surrounded their homes and their kits played games and ran about in the streets, making all kinds of racket. Mostly though, it made the silver coated tabby easy to spot, which in crowded areas like the neighborhoods, meant there were hands everywhere. Some were gentle- teasing tickles of his ears or a finger beneath his chin, those he didn't mind. But others yanked on his tail or tussled his head until he couldn't see straight, it was truly the worst kind of hell.
So he chose to keep to himself during the day, moving through the large field behind the human dwellings where bugs and a flimsy fence kept out all but the most determined two-legs. Where the sun was still overpoweringly bright and obnoxiously blinding, especially thanks to the lack of trees for shade, but the air was quiet and the humming of motors was a far away thought.
As the tom cat stepped carefully through the tall grass, keeping a keen eye out for rodent trails that could be followed for a nice midday snack, a voice struck him with a bit of surprise and he paused to find its source. A spotted tabby, not at all terribly dissimilar to himself save her rich copper coloration, was sitting some distance away in the grass, her body framed by buzzing insects and her fur shimmering in the sun. Though she was a stunning example of the feline persuasion, he was more taken aback by her ability to sit there unnoticed for so long. As she followed up her greeting with a question, the tom had to veer off of his course slightly, sauntering toward her a bit to make conversation easier. That did seem to be what the queen wanted- a conversation, and, after finding no fresh rodent trails, he found himself with no reason to deny her such. He tilted his slender, triangular head to one side like a curious kitten might, flicking one of his ears as he took a moment to take in her appearance. A flawlessly clean coat and a bit of paunch- she was a housecat, that much was clear, if not still a housecat than only recently made feral. That made a lot of sense given their proximity to the human houses. He tried to hide his judgement of this, largely because it'd be hypocritical of him to judge another cat for being prisoner to men, but he must've sneered at least a little bit- he felt his nose wrinkle and air hit his pearly white teeth. He tried to hide it by stretching it and turning it upside down until it was more of a smarmy grin and hoped the she-cat simply didn't notice.
"Wendigo." He spoke slowly and purposefully in a noticeable baritone, as though he expected the she-cat to have some difficulty with the name. It was an usual name to give him his due credit, but his slinky, almost patronizing tone suggested more than what was being said. "'Wen' as in the time of day, 'digo' as in... Well that part's all mine I suppose. It describes no one and no thing other than this exact pile of meat, these four legs, these two eyes, and this rather dashingly handsome face of mine."
He paused then, running a forepaw rather purposefully over his face and down his muzzle, straightening his whiskers and smoothing his already incredibly short fur.
"But you asked for my name not my story. So let us trade then, do tell, my lovely little leopard, what is your name?"
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Post by Anna on Jul 19, 2014 0:52:22 GMT -5
A friendly face. She tried the name out, rolling it over her tongue. "Wendigo.." She repeated. "That is a nice name, unique. But nice." She meowed, raising her gaze to meet his.
Her name, was the question. She nodded "Anna." She meowed, licking her forepaw to bring it over her ear. Her name was simple - something the human would come up with.
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Post by Wendigo on Jul 19, 2014 15:07:05 GMT -5
The oriental's grin widened marginally, stretching to his ears and revealing almost all of his sharp shimmering teeth, crammed together in his long, dog-like jaws. It was a sharp and suggestive expression, his eyes half lidded in silent appraisal, his tail lifted and twitching from one side to the other with an interested flick of its tabby coated tip, his massive satellite dish ears lowered slightly as though relaxed, but still maintaining their forward positioning, relaxed but listening. Like a shark in the water he sauntered his way closer, stepping softly, carefully, around thick clumps of grass to make his way toward the female a few feet away. But as he neared, he seemed to stray off course, drifting sideways into a circling motion that took him around behind the she-cat and back again, to study all sides of her. She was certainly a cat in a leopard skin cloak, her tawny fur riddled with striking rosettes that were clearer on her back than on her front, where the light of her belly seemed to erase them. He found it intriguingly opposite to his own tabby stripes which were pointed and sharp, and his only darkened as they reached his center line, not lightening at all.
"Anna." He repeated, making idle conversation as he circled her not once but twice, in slow methodical steps. "That's a housecat's name. Not that there's anything wrong with being a housecat, I have a bit of a history with them myself. But it is somewhat telling. You must live around here."
He paused in his pacings, turning his head to gesture over his shoulder, nodding toward the houses rising high above the grass behind him like stone towers, monstrous shapes on the very near horizon. They were more overbearing, intimidating, than the were welcoming, even the ones painted in bright springtime colors. They still stood as tall and unmoving as mountains, as cold and as lifeless as corpses, and as damning and entrapping as coffins. Wendigo kept his back to them.
"In one of those I assume."
((Nah don't worry about it. I've been roleplaying for... goodness it's been 11 years now. Anyway point is that I only habitually make long posts, because I want to and because it's what I'm used to, not because I expect you to do the same. Just post however much is comfortable for you and don't worry about matching my length. It's fine. ^^))
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Post by Anna on Jul 19, 2014 17:20:47 GMT -5
(Wow! I have only been in role play for six years, and I thought that was a lot! XD but anyways, normally I'm really descriptive and such, but lately I have been lazy and busy between still trying to talk to my friends who live a bit away and trying to work on my future. That and I'm just a lazy bum  )
She nodded, trying to follow the tom as he circled her. She studied his silvery grey pelt, how the stripes came to a point and grew slightly darker in the process. He finally stopped dizzing her and stood still, it was quite obviouse that she was a housecat, though she always wished to leave her human. She knew she would miss the food, and comfort. But days like this she wanted to just run free like Wendigo. "Yep, yep." She meowed. "Although I wish I had the nerve to leave them." She said simple.
Her gaze followed the tom, still studying him, his dark underbelly and ice-blue eyes. They where a little lighter then the sky's and had more of a shock. "You must be a loner, eh?" She wondered out loud. Her soft green eyes meeting his sharp blue ones.
(did you make your avatar??) |
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Post by Wendigo on Jul 20, 2014 23:57:31 GMT -5
"Aw, what gave me away?" The tomcat pouted slightly, lowering his ears in mock dismay as he tossed his head exaggeratedly. "And here I thought I was at least a little enigmatic. Isn't that what shecats are into now-a-days? Those dark and mysterious toms from the wrong side of the tracks, as they say?"
He gave up his ministrations fairly quickly, he was not one to play up quite as much as this housecat was inviting him to. His days of being an expressive open book of a kitten were long behind him. Calming himself, he gave his coat a brisk shake, shuddering and freeing some dead leaves from his back and a burr from his tail, which he celebrated with a long, languid stretch. His long, sinuous spine arched skyward and his triangular face scrunched in concentration as joints bent and his bones busied the dust from between them. He finished by lowering himself into a comfortable sitting position, his thin whiplike tail curled around his folded hinds, hidden somewhere in the dried greens of the field's expansive grass. He picked up the conversation where his stretch had interrupted it, sighing softly in content as he settled into comfort.
"Mmm, I'm more of a loner than a housecat, you assume correctly. I haven't been in one of those," He paused, motioning over his shoulder again toward the distant shapes jutting out of the horizon. He even stole a glance at one, at the end of the street, almost disappearing around the far away bend in the road. The shape was faintly yellow, somewhat hazy in the midday sunshine, but distinctly yellowish. There had been a time when a yellow house had been a familiar sight to him but not any longer. "In quite some time. Can't say that I miss it. Being a stray is not all it's cracked up to be, little leopard, if you wish to stay with your family, if you love them as some cats to, there is no shame in staying with them. They obviously give you quite a bit of free reign."
((Yeah I'm a bit of an old fogey by rp standards. ^^; I've already done all of the college and school stuff. So I'm free to type novels at my leisure. Haha. I did draw my avatar by the way. I went to school for animation. :3))
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Post by Anna on Jul 21, 2014 17:21:14 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, not ALL she cats liked the dark ones. She was normally flirtatious with any tom, but the darker ones slightly scred her.
"I like the good and all, but that's almost it. They are too grabby, but again I'm afraid that other as will attack without warning." She meowed.
(On phone)
(Oh and could you possibly make one for Anna? ^.^ it is so good!) |
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Post by Wendigo on Jul 21, 2014 17:51:49 GMT -5
"Grabby?" The ticked tabby's grin widened and he let loose a rolling laugh. He'd never heard it described with such... simplicity. At first, he wanted to be confused- cats didn't flirt with their paws, just words, which cannot grab. But in the end, it was all in the pursuit of physical touch and the technical "taking" of another, so after a second of consideration, he found the shecat's wording incredibly accurate. Even once he finished laughing, a shadow of his crooked grin remained, tickled still by the terminology. "I suppose I cannot argue with that. Power tends to inebriate, building delusions until all a cat wants is more- more power, more to dominate, more to show off. That would include females in the minds of the shallow."
Wendigo shrugged, rolling his gently toned athletic shoulders in a swift and smooth movement. He'd been on his feet all day and his joints still ached from the activity. It wasn't a terribly unusual thing, the life of a stray involved much travel and lots of wandering around. He'd been on the streets for almost a year since the house fire that rearranged his life, so his body should be used to the changes, but every so often a long day hit him a little harder than usual. Finding himself in an incredibly relaxed state of mind, the silver tom paused briefly to stretch again, rising to his feet to arch his back and ending the swift curl of movement by folding his forelegs, falling into a rather comfortable lay among the grass. He was a large enough construction that he had no problem seeing the shecat over the vegetation. He smiled at her warmly.
"And what of me, little leopard? If you had to categorize the Wendigo, what kind of tom do you think he is?" He punctuated his question with a coy tilt of his head, his eyes curious and appraising, but in a quiet and suggestive way, complete with the coy flick of a black tipped ear.
(( Yeah sure I can. You'll have to give me a few days to find some time but if you tell me what you want, it shouldn't take too long. :3))
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Post by Anna on Jul 22, 2014 21:08:49 GMT -5
She watched his hysterical laughter, wondering if it was an insult or not. She shrugged and just went with it.
She cocked her head, how does she explain him. "To start it off, you are quite sly." She started, "Your definitely smart, kind would be a good word to describe you. Not the most opened book, but I like it!" She mewed. "Oh, and as far as looks go, you're a handsome one, eh?" She purred with flirtatious amusement. She let out a little chuckle, "But, that's the least I have learned. In only a couple minutes." She meowed, she was clearly interested with this tall, thin silver tabby.
(Lazy, and on a terrible computer.)
(Oh, thanks! I jst want her face, you know her coloring. Light brown that fades lighter with leopard spots) |
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Post by Wendigo on Jul 22, 2014 21:23:55 GMT -5
The tabby listened with a strong sense of curiosity, his forelegs crossed and his head tilted first one way and then another. He'd honestly expected the spotted feline to be a little more put off by the question than she was, most didn't react with such bemusement to his sometimes overbearing vanity, but she seemed down right amused by it, laughing a little and thinking with some sincerity that showed in her innocent expression, the gentle inflection in her voice. He found himself somewhat transfixed by the moment, reveling in hearing not just any cat speak so well of him, but this one in particular, this beautiful little leopard sitting in the middle of a grassy field in the most brilliant sunshine on the clearest of days, framed by butterflies and a gentle breeze that tickled their whiskers and ran invisible fingers through their fur.
His smiled broadened as she finished, giving a very satisfied swish of his tail and closing his eyes, impressed, basking in it like the sun over his back.
"Well," He huffed, almost as though offended, but the broad grin that flashed his teeth and stretched his pointed facial features said otherwise. "not bad as far as first impressions go, don't you think? Smart, sly, kind, and handsome."
He repeated her description, and upon reaching the last one, paused to give the shecat a quiet look out of the corner of one of his shimmering blue eyes. When he confirmed she was looking his way, he purposefully gave her a wink and another coy flick of his ear, and grinned widely, making way for another of his soft laughs. Handsome she'd said. Not that he'd never heard the term thrown his way before, silver tabbies were remarkably popular with the ladies. But it never hurt to hear it again, or another fifty times after.
(( Any particular expression? I can have her smiling or snarling or whatever you want. I know you said you liked the blood in mine but I'm guessing that wouldn't suit Anna very well. x3 ))
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Post by Anna on Jul 23, 2014 17:39:27 GMT -5
She nodded, it was a good first impression indeed. "It's nice to see a friendly face now and then, ya know?" She asked, her banner swaying to cover her small fronts. "Normally, I would be greeted with a cold tone and maybe a swipe or two. It's hard to be a housecat, you get all the hate around here."
She then bent down to lick the fur on her chest, smoothing it. "Is it as wonderful as I heard to be a loner?" She asked, lifting her cranium to meet his brilliant gaze. "Like, do you get to explore a lot? a lot more then a housecat would?" She asked with a tilt of her round head. "I want to explore, more then anything else in this world!" She meowed, throwing her head back into a dramatic yowl and falling back into the soft grass, it tickled the insides of her ears and held her like her human's nest which they slept.
Her voice then grew deeper, as she lifted herself to gaze strait at the tom, "Or do you get left to starve? Do you have the vicious cats attack at any moment..? Or is it just plain hard?" She asked, seriousness ringing coldly in her tone. Her speckled audits drew back into an almost sad face, lingering with worry or thought. It was difficult to pinpoint her exact emotions, not even herself could.
(She could be smiling, with a bright or lighthearted smile. It could also be a flirtatious smile. xD Oh, and we should start a plot between these two. ^.^) |
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