Post by * LU. on Oct 15, 2010 17:09:09 GMT -5
suvita.
why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? ...knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?
why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? ...knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?
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g e n d e r .
female
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2 years
o r i e n t a t i o n .[/size][/b]
homosexual.
r o u t i n e .[/size][/b]
nomad.
p o s i t i o n .[/size][/b]
read this.
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a white female with yellow paws and a blue mask - navy eyes.
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born into a line with a bunch of agile, lithe creatures, suvita's build suits one ready to be pampered and spoiled in a life as a house cat. and perhaps that would have been her fate, if she hadn't been dumped as a kitten. after years of vigorous training, she's gained some advantage from wandering about the city - although she has a delicate frame, thick muscles support her body and help her sustain the few scars she has received from various skirmishes in the city. of course, every nomad has a few irreparable breaks that set them away from your normal housepet, and suvita bears hers with pride. a small crick in her tail makes it go one way, then twist slightly in another direction (like a crook of a knee that she would have settled in, had she been a housepet).
upon her face is a dark blue mask - something slightly different from normal (but then again, what is considered normal these days, hm?). various swirls of blue curl upward, most ending near her mid-neck. besides that, her fur is a normal shade of ivory, nothing peculiar or really awe-inspiring. she has socks of gold on her paws, but they aren't much brighter than a normal ginger tabby would be toting about. her eyes are a shade darker than the mask on her face - a pretty navy color. enticing, yet cold and dangerous.
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although she knows a lot about the streets and understands everything, suvita will question anyone and everyone’s morals, including her own. she will question others sanity loudly and proudly, and she will question life itself to the point that she can seem depressed and hopeless. most nomads search, looking for a purpose, and suvita is no exception to the rule. a purpose is the one thing she wants more than anything in the world - some reason to live, some reason that she shouldn't have let herself rot on the streets like her brothers did. and so she walks and waits and questions, ready for her purpose to fall upon her, some purpose sent by her creator.
although she sounds sort of innocent, this could not be far from the truth. since she is educated in the way of the streets, she's always prepared with the art of tooth and claw, although she doesn't prefer these arts. in fact, she prefers diplomacy instead of her paws being covered in the blood of others. she has seen many dead animals, including one of her brothers, and wouldn't want to cause anything like that to anyone, unless she had to. in this way, she is strangely wise and sober, and she questions life's way of choosing the dead. why not have a feather befall upon the heads of the dying to take them to wherever the dead go, instead of taking them by tooth and claw, and occasionally shortness of breath?
suvita likes every group the same, and she expects some sort of reward for this. she wants to be able to go where she pleases, something that would make her a true nomad. but for now, she's okay with wandering in the city, because that's what she's always known best - like the back of her paw.
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suvita wasn't born a nomad - in fact, she was born in a nice little human home, with two little brothers and a mother. nobody knew who her father was - only that he had come, gotten her mother pregnant, then left. her mother simply stated that he was a strong, trustworthy cat, and when he left she had been hurt deeply. but, she always added, with a gleam in her eyes, it had to be done, or she would not have such fine little kittens. suvita never really understood this, but she snuggled closer and always whispered "yes, mama."
she was named suvita for her 'delicate' appearance. her brothers were named susur (for his quiet mewl) and tuamna (for his autumn colored pelt). they were all very happy kittens, and all played together - but the humans were only interested in susur, because of the feathery growth along his backside that resembled that of angel's wings. they didn't care for suvita's blue mask and golden paws, or tuamna for his autumn pelt with dashes of green mixed into the lot. after all, colors were only colors. but wings were appendages, and who wouldn't love to have a flying feline at their beck-and-call? after a few days, the pair of humans decided to dump the other two on the side of the road.
the first reaction to this was confusion. why had they been left behind? where was susur? eventually they discovered that they weren't going on, and tuamna eventually gave up any chance of surviving. suvita eventually gave up trying to persuade him, but always stopped by occasionally to give him a bit to eat from the small things she had scavenged or caught. eventually, though, even this practiced stopped working, and she found him torn apart and pecked by birds about a month later after they had been left behind.
eventually, she stopped coming around, adapting quickly into the role of the nomad, preferring that to the feeling of the bonds she used to share with her brothers.
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