Post by AUGUST ! on Aug 22, 2010 17:22:03 GMT -5
charade.
life is a game. you just have to play it right.
life is a game. you just have to play it right.
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g e n d e r .
female.
a g e .[/size][/b]
three years.
o r i e n t a t i o n .[/size][/b]
heterosexual.
r o u t i n e .[/size][/b]
nomad.
p o s i t i o n .[/size][/b]
none.
d e s c r i p t i o n .[/size][/b]
a small white she-cat with various red and black accents; black eyes.
a p p e a r a n c e .[/size][/b]
indeed, she is small, although that does not hinder her gorgeousness. in fact, it brings on a somewhat... petite illusion. if you study her carefully, you will discover that she is not quite as petite as it would seem; she is, in fact, very muscular. her paws are quite large. at least, slightly expanding in a more so widespread manner than the average feline's foot. one may claim that this tiny flaw concludes that she is splayed, although this theory is untrue; she can easily subtract her pads' splayed-ness, although it is quite comfortable in its original position. her legs are short and rough, while her abdomen and overall body structure is just scrunched into a bodice that appears to be adolescent-sized rather than adult-sized. this does not bother her, nevertheless, and she more so focuses on her main pride and joy: her pelt.
you see, if you examine her pelt (which is the likely candidate), all previous distractions of her queer build is forgotten and instantly replaced by awe; mysterious black lines are flawlessly encrypted above the white base coat, moving upward on her long, semi-fluffy tail like ivy. at the very tip is a gentle splash of red. her side shoulders share similar diamond-shaped splotches, only the right side is red while the other is black. her legs and paws have several random splotches running up and down the limbs like splattered paint. her ear tips are red while the rest of her ears are black, only the insides are cream. not only are her fur patterns fascinating, however; charade's fur texture is quite soft and thick, creating a very fine and pleasant thing to look at. other than her pelt, the only other thing you would notice is her eyes, which appear to be hollow, although they are not. they are mere orbs of pure black; they tend to make you feel as if she is staring into your very soul.
p e r s o n a l i t y .[/size][/b]
she's that one cat who is always seeming to playing a game with life; you can easily guess that by her favorite quote in which she often uses. she is that sly, slick, and clever feline you may stumble across every once in a while. if she pleases, she may tease you and toy with you, dropping random riddles and twisting your mind around in circles. she often pretends to be other cats or several cats at once. indeed, one may perceive that she is insane, although she is far from it. in fact, charade is just a cat with a smart mind that isn't satisfied with mere life. she finds amusement in making others feel confused and lost. she is willing to cheat in order to get that amusement, although she absolutely hates those who cheat on her and the idea of cheating overall -- unless, of course, it is to the benefit of herself. you may now believe that she has this selfish thing going on; in a way, yes, that is very true. but aren't we all? she's just another rogue cat, a loner... a nomad. she has developed a sense that this game is called every man for himself, and that all must seek their own. she rarely stops to be a good samaritan; in fact, if she was a role in that tale, she would likely be one of the priests who went along the other way, neglecting the one in need. the only difference? she might stop and play with the poor mugged one instead, chuckling and pretending to be multiple cats and getting the already hurt feline into a jumbled mess.
like her games, charade is a very puzzling cat to decipher. at least, that is how many think that to be -- even herself! although, as with every being, if you take care and time to look, you may discover twisted grief hidden in the depths of her heart.
h i s t o r y .[/size][/b]
a gentle rain was falling; one might call it a drizzle, others a windblown wetness. dew was settling on the sweet blades of grass and the broad leaves that stretched out and over the small black and white she-cat that was carressing a newborn litter of kits. it seemed to be a peaceful moment, as if the world was holding its breath. all that could be heard was silence. then a tiny mewl from one of the content, suckling kits was heard. at this single sound, the birds continued their dawn chirping, cheerily flapping from swaying branch to branch. instantly, things seemed to be alive again, especially the squirming kittens. at least, the one kitten that had mewled. she seemed anxious, kneading her mother's belly for something more than just sitting there. she was exhausted, however, after doing this for a time, so she settled down and fell asleep.
the next, day, a continuous gloom was shadowing the land. a distant rumble that signified thunder was heard, and this only made the kittens and the nursing female even more restless. eventually, the expected storm came, and it was, indeed, a heavy rain. lightning came right upon them, striking everywhere. it was loud and frightening, flashing in the sky like threatening claws to attack. with a shrieking yowl, the female rose to her paws and scooped up her three kits. this was a struggle for her; she limped away from her sheltering bush into the pounding wetness. it surrounded her; she was lost. acidic water made her choke; she kept on bounding as she could, although every time she landed with a thump and a pained cry. the kits were too much to hold. along her bounding, a few times kittens fell. finally, she gave up, bawling and shrieking and feeling all confused and devastated. througout the scary storming, she was sure all of her kits were dead. she was even missing one! this only made her weep all the more, so she ran. she ran away from her kittens and took shelter elsewhere, knowing and beating on herself that they were dead and that it was all her fault. she was just confused.
indeed, her thoughts were almost correct -- two of her kits died in mewling hunger. however, one survived, although she was brutally injured and sick. her little heart beat the tiniest little beats to be imagined, her nostrils flairing slightly as she inhaled and exhaled with dirty breaths. she was hidden under two long strands of wheat-like grass, tiny little droplets falling onto her sodden white back. a thread of sunlight crept from between the clouds, shining directly in front of her eyes. "m-ma...ma..." she whispered, closing her eyes and curling up into a ball, shudders interrupting her breathing.
and so, as the rain died down to a mere drizzle once more, imitating the soft rain that had been so at the moment of her birth. the gap of sunlight increased until it widened onto her whole fluffy body, warming her bones and nursing her to slight health; at least, enough to mewl once. there happened to be a barren female to be wandering the parks at that time; when she heard the mewl, she quickly headed towards the little kitten. a small smile touched her lips; the female was, indeed, quite depressed at her barrenness, although just seeing this little kit helped her heart melt into a sunny happiness. she bent down and scooped the little kitten up in her jaws and searched for a newly-kitted female who had had a stillborn. as she entered the sweet haven the nursing female was resting in with her two tender five-day-old kittens. the barren one stepped forward and set the dying kitten next to the nursing one. she looked up into the barren one's eyes and nodded.
- - - - - - - - -
and so she was nursed and raised by the caring menora with two new siblings to replace her old ones. she lived on like any other kitten for three months, until her so-called mother approached her. she blinked, furrowing her brows in confusion when her mother murmured, "it's time for you to go."
"...what?"
"it's time for you to go!"
"mother.." she tilted her head to one side, utterly confused.
"i said GO!"
gasping, she gave a little squeak and turned around, darting away. she cried a few times, tears slipping down her cheeks. she then wandered the place, even during nighttime. the eerie forests frightened her greatly. finally, when she settled down to rest in the dark, dark corners, she closed her eyes and couldn't sleep. she rolled onto her back and gazed at the cold stars. everything hated her. she hated life now. frowning, bitterness began to build. she whimpered and curled up, attempting to sleep once more. finally, she drifted into a restless reverie, although suddenly she was disturbed by a horrid nightmare. she cried and wailed and whimpered, running on and on, searching for her true mother but never finding her. she was confused and hurt. images flashed through her mind. she gasped and panted, trying to run run away, but it never worked. grudges. pain. everything. it built up into a sorrowful and emotional state, depression beating down on her. "oh, oh, oh..." she murmured in agony, gritting her teeth and fluffing up her fur. she couldn't live this life. it was horrid. she was tired and bored of it.
she then remembered the games she and her siblings would play -- at least, her fake siblings. she pondered over it. "yeah... life's a game. that's it. it's a dreamy thing to play, very frustrating indeed. i must live." realization sprouting upon her, and a devilish smirk began to form. "heh. i'll live. i'll live, and destroy those silly cheats whp abandoned me... i wonder why?" she shivered and shuddered. twitching with anger and excitement of revenge, she muttered. "yeah... life is a game. you just have to play it right." she smiled, but not in a kind way. in a... creepy way. a shadow cast over her black, hollow-like eyes.
so from thereon, she wandered the streets, grief often overcoming her. she teased and taunted, although she was still quite depressed. she wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was, deep inside, regret and grudge flairing ever so brightly...
and fighting to the end.
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