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Post by zeroo « on Mar 17, 2011 23:46:37 GMT -5
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The night was.. tranquil, he supposed? Perhaps. Not quite the most serene times he had ever been through - but then again, he had never truly had peace since he was a few moons old. Memories of his kithood felt so unreal; the happiness he remembered, he could no longer feel. Never again.. It wasn't that he didn't want to be happy - it was rather, his existence was rawly addicted to misery.
His breathing was rather hushed, barely noticeable to any passerby as he lay upon his side, staring at the walls of the barn. Away from the rest of the world. How many times had he attempted suicide, but never managed to go through with it one way or another? Too many. To the point where he just gave up. I'll just rot while I'm alive..
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[/font] And why not? He had nothing to live for. Albeit nothing to die for, but death was the closest to release he would ever gain. No effort for even a sigh. Ever since Petaltail abandoned him, he had lived a life of just existing. No effort into living - he was just, there. Taking up room in the world, yet never really demanding attention. Others in the barn didn't even acknowledge that he was alive - and he preferred it that way. Less trouble to deal with. Occasionally, he would rise to hunt or allow a good amount of his psychosis to escape, to regain his mental stability. Or at least, what he had left to maintain. Slowly, he was growing utterly insane; he was already rather maniacal, and he could not rid himself of that, but he preferred to keep at least a fraction of what logic he could recover. Today was not one of those days. In all honesty, he almost appeared fragile; he had lost a fraction of his weight, although he still maintained a healthy shape. Sort of. Honestly, he didn't expect to seem so.. well-kept; perhaps a tad messy fur and some lost weight, but besides seeming fragile, he seemed alive. So ironic compared to what he felt within. Or rather, what he didn't feel.. Closing his uniquely streaked moonstones, he began to doze, halfway awake and halfway gone. No one would bother to see if he was still alive; no one cared about him. And now - he preferred it that way. [/color] » STATUS: finished! » TAGS: wildtalon only! » COUNT: 399 words! » NOTES: little rusty, but i always got some muse for this big fella! <33
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Post by smallpaw on Mar 18, 2011 14:05:56 GMT -5
Now, Wildtalon knew better than to disturb young romeo's, but this cat had stayed in the barn for days, and had hardly done so much as to smile or communicate. Scorn would have probably handled the situation differently, with some sass or some sweetness, Wildtalon couldn't be sure. She was acting unusual lately too... his creamy chocolate coat shimmered as he moved, the breaks in the wood-walls allowing dawn-light to pour in; it streaked, touching everything in its way, until the path was clear, where it lit the hay golden.
"'Ello, chap?" He murmured hesitantly, in his smooth, accented voice, "Great weather we're havin'!" His attempt at enlightenment. He figured he probably failed, and perhaps, earned an icy glare as well. The loner braced himself for both plausible chances.
In all honesty, he wasn't really a comforter. Nor was he a hardcore optimist, either, he just found that others responded to positivity with more ease. If he'd walked up this tom, and said... Get your rear up! That wouldn't have gone over too well, now would it? Scorn was out and about, probably enjoying the weather, since the thaw had rolled in and melted majority of the snow that covered the entire forest just last week. Whether she would be back soon or not, was up for debate. He hadn't a single clue.
"You 'ungry for a meal? I'll catch you a mouse if you like." Again with an offering.
It made the loner feel very sad to see others so forlorn, although, he himself didn't have the greatest of lives, he was content with the barn, forest and his mate. Suddenly curious, he wondered what had this cat so down; long whiskers twitching, sky blue eyes round with enhanced warmth. He didn't ask that, with all due respect, maybe this guy didn't want to talk about it? He hadn't spoken to anyone since he arrived, so that could have been just a hint. He might just prefer privacy and isolation. Some cats were like that... but what if he just lost someone special? Or his family died? He could have also been shy and came to the barn because he had nowhere else to go, cue his stillness.
Poor chap...
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Post by zeroo « on Mar 19, 2011 23:56:15 GMT -5
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Rustling. How peculiar, instantly recognizing those faint sounds. Then again, reality seemed to be magnified in his dreams, at least in the touch and hearing departments. His sights were rather blurred, and he was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. Honestly, he didn't exactly intend to wake up; normally, they were just passerbys, or they would just sniff at him and leave. Not dare to prod or bother him, in fear that his stillness would snap, and they would lose a few whiskers. But he had no real energy for that; he only wished to lay down. Be still. Be quiet. Be forgotten.
However, not everything went according to plan. Hardly anything, actually. This time, the other feline was actually interested in conversing with him. Perhaps even trying more than just what seemed as small talk.
''Ello chap?' A strange and fresh accent laced around his voice. Perhaps if he was still younger, Zero would have twitched his lobes, intrigued. But as of the current - he was not. He merely wanted to stand up and leave with the flick of the tail goodbye. But he hadn't the energy for that either.
So he would endure, he supposed. 'Great weather we're havin'!'
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[/color] The tom seemed kind enough. At least the tom actually gave a rat's behind about his existence. Oh, but he was still so numb. However, he might as well reply; he hadn't forgotten his manners completely.. "Oh?"[/color] he rasped, his vocal chords rather neglected from remaining silent for so long after screaming so painfully. Memories of that faithful day she left, and the days of his past before so, throbbed clearly in his aching mind. Despite all that, however, only blank numbess resounded in his tone. "I haven't seen much of it."[/color] Perhaps he should have gone quiet there; his throat was beginning to hurt a tad from abrupt use after such rest - but that probably would have seemed rude. Very rude. So why not put effort into the conversation as well? The other tom was offering a chance to escape his mind. So now it was his turn to make an offer. "Perhaps you could fill me in?"[/font] Rather pitiful, but he hadn't socialized in quite a while. Not that he cared to. The other tom seemed.. concerned? Yet curious at the same time. Uniquely expressed. 'You 'ungry for a meal? I'll catch you a mouse if you like.' Yet another offer. Too kind, he ought to say. Too willing as well. But his insides throbbed, and he was growing tired. His stomach decided to assist him. It growled. Very faintly, but still audible. The maine coon, however, shrugged. Silently. Not even putting an effort to grunt. Merely shrugged and laid back down, not quite facing the loner, but not quite facing away from either. Whatever the other tom wished to do, it didn't matter to him. [/color] » STATUS: finished! » TAGS: wildtalon! » COUNT: 489 words! » NOTES: sick, ick!
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