Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 7, 2010 21:53:04 GMT -5
Character: Loreta
Warning/Rating: I suck at this. Not for children. Go away if you're below the age of 13.
Word Count: 979
Notes: I wrote this while watching a House marathon and then listening to Bob Dylan on repeat.
Loreta found herself staring at a very clean white ceiling. A moment ago she had been dreaming, and she had done something she had never thought of doing.
It was all because of that man.
She ran her fingers through her hair until they hit her binding. Her fingers ran along the metal. At least that was in place. Even if it like to cause her problems it was something safe that wouldn't betray her.
When she sat up she was surprised to find that someone was in the room with her. A bipedal highlander cat, with hair so red that it was almost glowing. The heron's eyes narrowed. She was still a human form which mean the woman had probably seen her wonderful Lowlander leg, and yet she was sitting there so cheerfully.
"Good morning," the woman said as she turned the page in her newspaper. "You've been out for quite sometime. You're Loreta yes?"
If she had been in bipedal form her feathers would have been ruffled. How could this woman know her name? "What's it to you?"
The Highlander closed her paper, setting it on her lap. The smile on her face seemed grew rather wide. "Peaches said you were a handful. She told me to keep a look out for you since she went out and knew you'd be coming for a visit. The name's Red. It's nice to finally meet you."
Loreta couldn't help but roll her eyes. Did Peaches know everything? And how many people was she connected to anyway? "Peaches. I should have assumed."
The woman chuckled and motion to Loreta's beside. "She also said you carried a rather nasty bat. I found that on one of the carriages heading out of the palace. Is it yours?"
Loreta turned to look at her bedside. Her eyes widened at the sight of her bat. She almost reached out to hug the bloodstained weapon. Even though it hadn't managed to do it's job but she still loved it. "That's a relief," she muttered to herself.
"Not to be rude or anything but... what did you get yourself into to be dumped in an alleyway naked? I'd ask about all the other... oddities but I think that's a good starting point." The woman was sitting with her legs crossed, leaning forward she was intently staring at the human.
The heron gave the woman a sour expression. She shifted in the bed, tossing her legs of the edge. Her Lowlander leg seemed to be fine and her human leg was perfectly normal. Her wrists were brusied from being restrained. She rubbed them before shifting to her bipedal form. She stretched her wings before turning to the Highlander. "It's a long story. And I think I might be banned form the palace."
The woman seemed to be terribly amused by the comment as she chuckled. "That's a shame. I'm sure Peaches is going to be--"
The world suddenly fell silent. Loreta's eyes widened as she watched the woman's lips move, and she heard no sound. And her eye felt strange. She reached up to touch her good eye only to feel a wisp of something leaking out of the corner.
There was a rush of sound. Whisper. Incoherent babble. She looked at the cat, her rather flustered expression almost matched Loreta's. After a few more awkward moments the feline left the room.
Loreta was left alone to listen to the voices. Taking her bat in one hand she moved towards the door. Slowly she peered out, taking her time to survey the hallway before slipping out of the room.
"Stop."
The heron froze. She hadn't made it that far down the hallway. She was only three doors away from the room she had exited. Her one good slowly scanned the hallway.
She could still only hear whispers. The voices that she had heard in her dreams but had never paid attention to. That was until very recently. She had thought it was her imagination, but apparently not.
The crash went unheard by the heron. The flying form of a heavy animal landed in front of her feet. Battered and broken the canine had wood splinters protruding from his back. He looked up at the bird with a confused expression before passing out.
Oh she was staying in a fine establishment. The Bird's feathers ruffled as she looked for the person who had thrown the dog, though she stayed where she was. The voices had told her to stop--and she could only assume it related to the passed out dog in front of her. She was going to take their advice for a little bit.
The form of a hulking bipedal slipped out of the shadows. It looked like a rather odd mix of animal that Loreta didn't care to place. She could tell that they weren't happy with her and happened to be hissing. She gripped her bat tighter as the moved closer to her.
She cringed when she watched something collide with the bipedal's head. He fell to the ground with a sound that Loreta could only assume was a crash.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around she got ready to hit whoever had touched her. Her blow however was stopped as the small feline bipedal grabbed her wrist. The cat, whose name she hadn't managed to get before she had suddenly gone deaf to the real world, seemed to be chiding her.
Loreta wanted to say quite a bit in protest. She squawked when the woman pushed her back in the direction of the room. Though she looked rather terrified. How comforting.
God and Suits she wanted alcohol.
Warning/Rating: I suck at this. Not for children. Go away if you're below the age of 13.
Word Count: 979
Notes: I wrote this while watching a House marathon and then listening to Bob Dylan on repeat.
The Times, They Are A-Changin'
Loreta found herself staring at a very clean white ceiling. A moment ago she had been dreaming, and she had done something she had never thought of doing.
It was all because of that man.
She ran her fingers through her hair until they hit her binding. Her fingers ran along the metal. At least that was in place. Even if it like to cause her problems it was something safe that wouldn't betray her.
When she sat up she was surprised to find that someone was in the room with her. A bipedal highlander cat, with hair so red that it was almost glowing. The heron's eyes narrowed. She was still a human form which mean the woman had probably seen her wonderful Lowlander leg, and yet she was sitting there so cheerfully.
"Good morning," the woman said as she turned the page in her newspaper. "You've been out for quite sometime. You're Loreta yes?"
If she had been in bipedal form her feathers would have been ruffled. How could this woman know her name? "What's it to you?"
The Highlander closed her paper, setting it on her lap. The smile on her face seemed grew rather wide. "Peaches said you were a handful. She told me to keep a look out for you since she went out and knew you'd be coming for a visit. The name's Red. It's nice to finally meet you."
Loreta couldn't help but roll her eyes. Did Peaches know everything? And how many people was she connected to anyway? "Peaches. I should have assumed."
The woman chuckled and motion to Loreta's beside. "She also said you carried a rather nasty bat. I found that on one of the carriages heading out of the palace. Is it yours?"
Loreta turned to look at her bedside. Her eyes widened at the sight of her bat. She almost reached out to hug the bloodstained weapon. Even though it hadn't managed to do it's job but she still loved it. "That's a relief," she muttered to herself.
"Not to be rude or anything but... what did you get yourself into to be dumped in an alleyway naked? I'd ask about all the other... oddities but I think that's a good starting point." The woman was sitting with her legs crossed, leaning forward she was intently staring at the human.
The heron gave the woman a sour expression. She shifted in the bed, tossing her legs of the edge. Her Lowlander leg seemed to be fine and her human leg was perfectly normal. Her wrists were brusied from being restrained. She rubbed them before shifting to her bipedal form. She stretched her wings before turning to the Highlander. "It's a long story. And I think I might be banned form the palace."
The woman seemed to be terribly amused by the comment as she chuckled. "That's a shame. I'm sure Peaches is going to be--"
The world suddenly fell silent. Loreta's eyes widened as she watched the woman's lips move, and she heard no sound. And her eye felt strange. She reached up to touch her good eye only to feel a wisp of something leaking out of the corner.
There was a rush of sound. Whisper. Incoherent babble. She looked at the cat, her rather flustered expression almost matched Loreta's. After a few more awkward moments the feline left the room.
Loreta was left alone to listen to the voices. Taking her bat in one hand she moved towards the door. Slowly she peered out, taking her time to survey the hallway before slipping out of the room.
"Stop."
The heron froze. She hadn't made it that far down the hallway. She was only three doors away from the room she had exited. Her one good slowly scanned the hallway.
She could still only hear whispers. The voices that she had heard in her dreams but had never paid attention to. That was until very recently. She had thought it was her imagination, but apparently not.
The crash went unheard by the heron. The flying form of a heavy animal landed in front of her feet. Battered and broken the canine had wood splinters protruding from his back. He looked up at the bird with a confused expression before passing out.
Oh she was staying in a fine establishment. The Bird's feathers ruffled as she looked for the person who had thrown the dog, though she stayed where she was. The voices had told her to stop--and she could only assume it related to the passed out dog in front of her. She was going to take their advice for a little bit.
The form of a hulking bipedal slipped out of the shadows. It looked like a rather odd mix of animal that Loreta didn't care to place. She could tell that they weren't happy with her and happened to be hissing. She gripped her bat tighter as the moved closer to her.
She cringed when she watched something collide with the bipedal's head. He fell to the ground with a sound that Loreta could only assume was a crash.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around she got ready to hit whoever had touched her. Her blow however was stopped as the small feline bipedal grabbed her wrist. The cat, whose name she hadn't managed to get before she had suddenly gone deaf to the real world, seemed to be chiding her.
Loreta wanted to say quite a bit in protest. She squawked when the woman pushed her back in the direction of the room. Though she looked rather terrified. How comforting.
God and Suits she wanted alcohol.
