Post by Satra on Apr 10, 2009 0:22:47 GMT -5
[Oh, lord, my apologies for the length. I just... started typing and couldn't stop. >< ]
The nature of the young Ace change from its normal, bouncy, attention-desiring norm as soon as the gates were in sight. He couldn't stop staring at it. It struck something familiar with him, but he could never place it. Normally oblivious to his surroundings, the Feline drank in every detail, unable to get enough.
It's changed since... but not everything...
There was an obsession over every detail. All the things that stayed the same confused and perturbed the young cat with joy and a sense of loss that even if he had the mental capacity to express this to his Master, he couldn't pin down the swirling flashes of... something. Memory? He didn't know. It frustrated him. But the things that changed sent him into hateful fits of hissing and yowling. He felt violated by the things that didn't send a wave of frustratingly fickle flashes of people, situations, and... self.
He was oblivious to the confusion and worry of his Master regarding his fits and complete change of personality. His entire mind was purely focused on this strange new place that felt like an unwelcoming home. He felt the urge to meet someone... blue... hat... He wanted to see blue splattered with red. He wanted to stand over it, digging the heel of a shoe in and laugh. Her sweet little kitty never acted like this before. He sat alone in the room as she ran errands.
He didn't know where the spark of intelligence and rebellion came from, nor did he even notice it. He went forward in a trace-like state. The part of him that recognized the flashes, the part that teased at his brain with whispers of a life more real than what he was currently living. The door lock which his present self would have taken hours to figure out even if he had the will to disobey his Master was undone within seconds as if he'd done it hundreds of times before.
He walked to the kitchen, the offices, the lounge, guided by these whispers.
"...it would behoove the Court if this Proclamation..."
"...it is in my opinion that the Presiding Queen of..."
"....impudent little fool. This tea is cold. Wouldn't that be a foolish reason to have your family thrown on the streets? Fetch me another and be quicker this time, brat..."
"...why is it you come to me today asking for the title of King..."
"...have you seen the library only available to us Nobles?..."
"...I am in charge here, remember? This Court is mine..."
The thoughts were like a sweet torture. He glared at a servant who gave him a quizzical and annoyed stare. This hobbling on three legs... this is not the way things were supposed to Be! Losing himself in his thoughts he let out an angry yowl at not being able to change to Two Legs. He wanted the feeling of the soft fabric clinging to his torso and flowing about his legs. This wasn't right.
None of it was.
The nature of the young Ace change from its normal, bouncy, attention-desiring norm as soon as the gates were in sight. He couldn't stop staring at it. It struck something familiar with him, but he could never place it. Normally oblivious to his surroundings, the Feline drank in every detail, unable to get enough.
It's changed since... but not everything...
There was an obsession over every detail. All the things that stayed the same confused and perturbed the young cat with joy and a sense of loss that even if he had the mental capacity to express this to his Master, he couldn't pin down the swirling flashes of... something. Memory? He didn't know. It frustrated him. But the things that changed sent him into hateful fits of hissing and yowling. He felt violated by the things that didn't send a wave of frustratingly fickle flashes of people, situations, and... self.
He was oblivious to the confusion and worry of his Master regarding his fits and complete change of personality. His entire mind was purely focused on this strange new place that felt like an unwelcoming home. He felt the urge to meet someone... blue... hat... He wanted to see blue splattered with red. He wanted to stand over it, digging the heel of a shoe in and laugh. Her sweet little kitty never acted like this before. He sat alone in the room as she ran errands.
He didn't know where the spark of intelligence and rebellion came from, nor did he even notice it. He went forward in a trace-like state. The part of him that recognized the flashes, the part that teased at his brain with whispers of a life more real than what he was currently living. The door lock which his present self would have taken hours to figure out even if he had the will to disobey his Master was undone within seconds as if he'd done it hundreds of times before.
He walked to the kitchen, the offices, the lounge, guided by these whispers.
"...it would behoove the Court if this Proclamation..."
"...it is in my opinion that the Presiding Queen of..."
"....impudent little fool. This tea is cold. Wouldn't that be a foolish reason to have your family thrown on the streets? Fetch me another and be quicker this time, brat..."
"...why is it you come to me today asking for the title of King..."
"...have you seen the library only available to us Nobles?..."
"...I am in charge here, remember? This Court is mine..."
The thoughts were like a sweet torture. He glared at a servant who gave him a quizzical and annoyed stare. This hobbling on three legs... this is not the way things were supposed to Be! Losing himself in his thoughts he let out an angry yowl at not being able to change to Two Legs. He wanted the feeling of the soft fabric clinging to his torso and flowing about his legs. This wasn't right.
None of it was.
