Post by ShadaAntoinette on Jun 1, 2010 5:38:37 GMT -5
She yawned, sitting down on the couch in Alistor's living room, watching the tv that graced the wall in front of the couch she currently sat upon, her legs tucked beneath her. It was early in the day, before the Nos man had even risen, and yet she was up, wide eyed at that, watching movies on the television. She'd never seen any of them before, so it was something new to her. Still, with the flashing of the television in the gloom of the room made her eyes hurt.
Her tail thrashed against the couch restlessly, she paid it little mind, absently stroking it to cease it's motion. Hmm... She turned her head to look out the window, seeing the sky lighten as dawn came. She yawned again, freeing her legs from under her body to stretch her legs, her toes fanning out. She stood up, making her way into the kitchen to make coffee. Alistor had allowed them to stay in his home, showed them around as best as he could. She thought back with a slight smile, watching Remus, for that was his name, she found out earlier, walking around, ducking this door frame and that one, seeing the house. It was just amusing to her, she couldn't explain it.
He showed them to rooms, though Remus had declined to sleep in one, instead preferring to sleep in front of the fireplace downstairs. Hers was on the second floor, at the end of the hallway, away from general populace, which was fine with her. She liked it that way.
The coffee pot gurgled to life, spitting a drizzle of bitter black coffee into the pot. It was far to slow for her liking, but she had to be patient, she knew that. There was nothing else for her to do but to be patient in the first place. Her mind wandered back to her journey and all the places she had been to. To be quite honest, the walls of the house made her feel like she was suffocating, since she had been free so long, but at the same time, it gave her a sense of..... well, belonging, almost. Almost. There was a hint of something else as well, a restlessness, and all of her limbs felt it. She was going to go nuts after a while, she could tell.
The coffee was almost done when she looked down at it again, and smiled. The fathoms of her mind were endless, it seemed.
"You think you could stay here, is that it?"
"Liir, Gods below, you scared the Hell out of me!" She hissed under her breath.
"Yea.. I see that. Now answer the question." Liir sounded annoyed.
"No. I don't. Honestly, I don't know what we should do now. I mean Alistor allowed us to stay here, but..."
"You're restless, I know. I feel it too. And obviously you can smell the other scents in the house as well. He doesn't live alone."
"Eh? What are you getting at?"
"I can smell three females here, Shada. He's had company recently."
"What business is that of mine?" Shada frowned, finding the mugs and pulling one down for herself, pouring some coffee into it. "I'm just here until I move on. I could honestly care less who he chooses to live with."
"....You're completely missing the point you ignorant fool! Don't you think you'd smell Rayflo here as well?"
"No.. not necessarily, Liir. Besides, what does that matter? He's a grown man, he can do what he wants." She took a sip of coffee, allowing the bitter liquid to awaken her further. "Get to the point or stop talking." Liir let out a growl and sighed through Shada's mouth.
"Just never mind, Shada. Just never fucking mind." Before Shada could say anything, Alistor came in, looking like he had a good toss the night before, en lieu of going to sleep. Shada hid a smirk behind her cup. He gave her a bleak wave before pouring himself a cup of coffee; she moved from in front of the coffeemaker to allow him access to it, going out the back door to sit and watch the sun rise, which she rarely had the time to enjoy in her life, whether it be by circumstance or because of what her restrictions had been because she'd been a Baninae. The colors were beautiful, as they always were, to which she smiled, enjoying the quiet and the coffee in the cup she held in her paws.
Later, when she had had enough of the light in her eyes and her cup was empty, she wandered back into the house, returned the cup to the kitchen, which she washed and placed back into the cupboard. She went back into the living room, to sit upon the couch again, in a different position since Alistor had taken the place she had been curled up in to watch whatever it was he had put on.
"You don't care, do you?" She turned her gaze upon him, cocking her head.
"Care about what?"
"That I changed the channel?"
"Oh.. no I wasn't really watching it anyway." She looked back at the screen again. "What is this we're watching?"
"It's called Day of the Dead. It's a movie about a zombie apocalypse." He told her, not taking his eyes from the screen.
"Zombie.... apocalypse....." She turned back to the screen, curious. A few minutes later, she was cowering behind the couch, scared that there really were zombies about and coming to eat her, or at least tear her asunder. "I don't like this.... Day of the Dead, as you call it. It is a terrible day, terrible indeed." She said, peeking over the couch, eyes practically transparent. "Does this really exist?"
"What? Huh? Oh, no, Shada. It's not real, it's just a movie. You do know what a movie is, right?" She glowered at him.
"Of course I know what a movie is. I just... I don't like this one." She told him, ducking behind the couch again. Remus just so happened to enter the room then, and gave her an appraising look, then looked up at the screen.
"...Must I even ask?" She bit her tongue against the flow of choice words she could have snapped back at him with and shook her head.
"Don't. I don't wanna talk about it." She said, eyes darkening.
"Uh- huh." He nodded slowly before rounding the couch to sit down. It literally moved when he sat down, jarring it against her body. She swallowed and stood up, ears flattening when she heard the sounds coming from the television of flesh tearing. A skilled killer, and she was cowering. A fool she was.
Hurrying from the room, she kept herself busy by bringing her books from her own home, Tracing to and fro effortlessly, even though it took a lot more energy than she had left to spare. When she was finished, and all of her books resided in her room, she went out to hunt. There had to be some game out here somewhere. It was a forest after all.
The scents of deer nearby made her drool, and she swallowed hard. Okay... just one deer and she would be okay....just one. Her feet carried her after a rather big one, which, with her speed, she was able to take down fairly easily. And soon she was covered in blood and gore, but satisfied. Blissfully so. The walk back was a long one, but she passed the time by singing to herself, a song she hadn't had the heart to sing in many years.
"The days are long, the nights are longer,
each bear witness to the age, the years I've lived,
the happy years I've seen,
the bad ones like a distance memory.
I thought once I had it all,
but now that I'm free,
the world seems much better.
The sun shines brighter,
the sky actually seems blue,
and the rain, it washes me completely...."
She trailed off, seeing the high roof of the manor in sight now. She hummed the rest of it as she stood just out of the manor's yard and shook all of the excess blood from her fur. She didn't want to track it onto the floor. She was considerate, if nothing else.
The claws on her big feet clicked on the wooden floor as she made her way up the stairs to shower. She got close to one door and immediately smelled something familiar and feline. She couldn't place it, since she had met no one like that before. The scent puzzled her, but she moved along, not wanting to snoop into someone else's things.
The water beat down on her muscles, forcing the knots to disperse. She let out a low moan of pleasure as they did so, rolling her shoulders and neck. Gods, but it felt good. A real shower, after so long, it was fantastic. She was clean, and it was a wonderful feeling. The dirt, grime and blood were running down the drain and she was actually white again...well, save for the places her tattoos showed through, obviously. With a sigh of contentment, she shut the water off and slid back the curtain, pulling a towel around her torso. It was a big towel, but it still barely covered her huge body. Didn't matter, she was only using it to pull some of the excess water off of her fur. She dropped it a moment later, shaking herself dry of the last of it, using the towel to mop up her mess.
She exited the bathroom a few minutes later, redressed and feeling a helluva lot better than she had been before, now to see if she was comfortable enough to sleep in a strange house, with two people she could consider strangers downstairs. She hoped so, her body physically ached now, and her eyes were heavy.
As soon as she found a room that was empty and devoid of any lingering scents, she fell into the bed and instantly to sleep. Traveling took a lot more out of her than she'd though, so this was a blessing in disguise. However, it would have been better, had the nightmare now come up to get her....
She was running, the forest seemed to stretch on forever before her, and she was disoriented by the injury to her head. She had to escaped again, had to get away from him, or he would kill her, of that she was certain. She'd crossed the line this time.
Footsteps hurried after her, and she could almost feel his hot, stagnant breath on the back of her neck. The air around her seemed to pick up on it, amplifying it tenfold.
"I know you're near, poppet... I can taste your fear..." His voice called out to her, seeming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. "Just come back to me.. I'm not going to hurt you." Yea right, and pigs could fly. Was her immediate thought. He'd promised that many times before, and she'd had to reset her arm, her leg and her jaw on numerous occasions. She had to find a place to hide!
Her foot caught on a root and she tripped, falling into a deep hole. She screamed as she fell, hitting bottom with a heavy thud.
"Ow..." She rubbed her aching back, using her other hand to move the offending rock. Upon looking at it, she realized it wasn't a rock at all, but a skull.
"You have to leave this place!" Its cackling smile scared her so badly, she threw the skull, which hit the dirt wall with a crack. "Get away before it's too late!" She scrambled away from the skull, shimmying to the other side of the chasm that she'd fallen into.
"Where are you....?" His voice was louder now, as if he were near.
"Get Out!" The skull rolled over to her, its teeth clacking loudly. It seemed to be reassembling into a skeleton before her eyes. "GET OUT!" Bony hands reached for her, ready to choke her, to kill her for invading it's space.
She sat straight up in the bed, gasping awake, tears in her eyes. What a terrible dream! She scrubbed a hand across her face and looked around, seeing that the sun had gone down now, and the moon was high in the sky. Listening, she could hear the distant sounds of the television, but had no desire to go down there. She just didn't have the energy. Exhausted for some reason, she flopped back down into the bed and closed her eyes. That dream... she'd never had anything like it... and it didn't make any sense. Who had she been running from? The obvious answer had been Azazel; it had sounded like his voice, after all. But the skeleton... it had been warning her... warning her to get out. But get out of where? What did it mean? Why was she so tired? Immediately she got up and started looking through her books, sitting cross legged, in the dark and on the floor. There had to be something it could tell her.... had to be. And she had been right. A few hours later, she had her answer, and it wasn't a good one: She had Lydremdefytis, the disease that could kill during sleep, absorbing energy from one's body until one was dry, which meant death.
She leaned against the bed, trying not to cry. No... that couldn't be it, could it? She couldn't have gotten it! Surely there was nothing so stressful she had garnered it, right? She thought back for a moment, replaying everything in her head. Azazel... Lief.... Arnoz... Vik. All of that could have easily have done it. She sighed.
"Dammit..." She rubbed a hand over her face with a growl. "But of course I got it like that. There is no other way to do it... luckily. But there is no way to cure it either." She hit the bedpost with her fist, cracking the wood. "Shit! Fuck, Damn it!" Tears streamed down her face. There was nothing she could do... except calm down, accept it and keep herself from getting stressed out. She just hoped she could do it.... Then again, if not, well... then she would be dead, of course. It just sucked that those circumstances had led to this.
Vik's death had shaken her, she could admit that to herself now. She hadn't allowed herself to think about it since she'd burned down Max's house. Her rage had taken over then... to which she only have regretted now. To be honest, she wished she'd killed him instead of burning his house down. Sure, she might have in the fire, but that was far more merciful than he deserved. Far more.
She had more important things to do, like not falling asleep thinking about what she needed to do. Or... like what she should do to not go crazy while trying not to fall asleep.
Her tail thrashed against the couch restlessly, she paid it little mind, absently stroking it to cease it's motion. Hmm... She turned her head to look out the window, seeing the sky lighten as dawn came. She yawned again, freeing her legs from under her body to stretch her legs, her toes fanning out. She stood up, making her way into the kitchen to make coffee. Alistor had allowed them to stay in his home, showed them around as best as he could. She thought back with a slight smile, watching Remus, for that was his name, she found out earlier, walking around, ducking this door frame and that one, seeing the house. It was just amusing to her, she couldn't explain it.
He showed them to rooms, though Remus had declined to sleep in one, instead preferring to sleep in front of the fireplace downstairs. Hers was on the second floor, at the end of the hallway, away from general populace, which was fine with her. She liked it that way.
The coffee pot gurgled to life, spitting a drizzle of bitter black coffee into the pot. It was far to slow for her liking, but she had to be patient, she knew that. There was nothing else for her to do but to be patient in the first place. Her mind wandered back to her journey and all the places she had been to. To be quite honest, the walls of the house made her feel like she was suffocating, since she had been free so long, but at the same time, it gave her a sense of..... well, belonging, almost. Almost. There was a hint of something else as well, a restlessness, and all of her limbs felt it. She was going to go nuts after a while, she could tell.
The coffee was almost done when she looked down at it again, and smiled. The fathoms of her mind were endless, it seemed.
"You think you could stay here, is that it?"
"Liir, Gods below, you scared the Hell out of me!" She hissed under her breath.
"Yea.. I see that. Now answer the question." Liir sounded annoyed.
"No. I don't. Honestly, I don't know what we should do now. I mean Alistor allowed us to stay here, but..."
"You're restless, I know. I feel it too. And obviously you can smell the other scents in the house as well. He doesn't live alone."
"Eh? What are you getting at?"
"I can smell three females here, Shada. He's had company recently."
"What business is that of mine?" Shada frowned, finding the mugs and pulling one down for herself, pouring some coffee into it. "I'm just here until I move on. I could honestly care less who he chooses to live with."
"....You're completely missing the point you ignorant fool! Don't you think you'd smell Rayflo here as well?"
"No.. not necessarily, Liir. Besides, what does that matter? He's a grown man, he can do what he wants." She took a sip of coffee, allowing the bitter liquid to awaken her further. "Get to the point or stop talking." Liir let out a growl and sighed through Shada's mouth.
"Just never mind, Shada. Just never fucking mind." Before Shada could say anything, Alistor came in, looking like he had a good toss the night before, en lieu of going to sleep. Shada hid a smirk behind her cup. He gave her a bleak wave before pouring himself a cup of coffee; she moved from in front of the coffeemaker to allow him access to it, going out the back door to sit and watch the sun rise, which she rarely had the time to enjoy in her life, whether it be by circumstance or because of what her restrictions had been because she'd been a Baninae. The colors were beautiful, as they always were, to which she smiled, enjoying the quiet and the coffee in the cup she held in her paws.
Later, when she had had enough of the light in her eyes and her cup was empty, she wandered back into the house, returned the cup to the kitchen, which she washed and placed back into the cupboard. She went back into the living room, to sit upon the couch again, in a different position since Alistor had taken the place she had been curled up in to watch whatever it was he had put on.
"You don't care, do you?" She turned her gaze upon him, cocking her head.
"Care about what?"
"That I changed the channel?"
"Oh.. no I wasn't really watching it anyway." She looked back at the screen again. "What is this we're watching?"
"It's called Day of the Dead. It's a movie about a zombie apocalypse." He told her, not taking his eyes from the screen.
"Zombie.... apocalypse....." She turned back to the screen, curious. A few minutes later, she was cowering behind the couch, scared that there really were zombies about and coming to eat her, or at least tear her asunder. "I don't like this.... Day of the Dead, as you call it. It is a terrible day, terrible indeed." She said, peeking over the couch, eyes practically transparent. "Does this really exist?"
"What? Huh? Oh, no, Shada. It's not real, it's just a movie. You do know what a movie is, right?" She glowered at him.
"Of course I know what a movie is. I just... I don't like this one." She told him, ducking behind the couch again. Remus just so happened to enter the room then, and gave her an appraising look, then looked up at the screen.
"...Must I even ask?" She bit her tongue against the flow of choice words she could have snapped back at him with and shook her head.
"Don't. I don't wanna talk about it." She said, eyes darkening.
"Uh- huh." He nodded slowly before rounding the couch to sit down. It literally moved when he sat down, jarring it against her body. She swallowed and stood up, ears flattening when she heard the sounds coming from the television of flesh tearing. A skilled killer, and she was cowering. A fool she was.
Hurrying from the room, she kept herself busy by bringing her books from her own home, Tracing to and fro effortlessly, even though it took a lot more energy than she had left to spare. When she was finished, and all of her books resided in her room, she went out to hunt. There had to be some game out here somewhere. It was a forest after all.
The scents of deer nearby made her drool, and she swallowed hard. Okay... just one deer and she would be okay....just one. Her feet carried her after a rather big one, which, with her speed, she was able to take down fairly easily. And soon she was covered in blood and gore, but satisfied. Blissfully so. The walk back was a long one, but she passed the time by singing to herself, a song she hadn't had the heart to sing in many years.
"The days are long, the nights are longer,
each bear witness to the age, the years I've lived,
the happy years I've seen,
the bad ones like a distance memory.
I thought once I had it all,
but now that I'm free,
the world seems much better.
The sun shines brighter,
the sky actually seems blue,
and the rain, it washes me completely...."
She trailed off, seeing the high roof of the manor in sight now. She hummed the rest of it as she stood just out of the manor's yard and shook all of the excess blood from her fur. She didn't want to track it onto the floor. She was considerate, if nothing else.
The claws on her big feet clicked on the wooden floor as she made her way up the stairs to shower. She got close to one door and immediately smelled something familiar and feline. She couldn't place it, since she had met no one like that before. The scent puzzled her, but she moved along, not wanting to snoop into someone else's things.
The water beat down on her muscles, forcing the knots to disperse. She let out a low moan of pleasure as they did so, rolling her shoulders and neck. Gods, but it felt good. A real shower, after so long, it was fantastic. She was clean, and it was a wonderful feeling. The dirt, grime and blood were running down the drain and she was actually white again...well, save for the places her tattoos showed through, obviously. With a sigh of contentment, she shut the water off and slid back the curtain, pulling a towel around her torso. It was a big towel, but it still barely covered her huge body. Didn't matter, she was only using it to pull some of the excess water off of her fur. She dropped it a moment later, shaking herself dry of the last of it, using the towel to mop up her mess.
She exited the bathroom a few minutes later, redressed and feeling a helluva lot better than she had been before, now to see if she was comfortable enough to sleep in a strange house, with two people she could consider strangers downstairs. She hoped so, her body physically ached now, and her eyes were heavy.
As soon as she found a room that was empty and devoid of any lingering scents, she fell into the bed and instantly to sleep. Traveling took a lot more out of her than she'd though, so this was a blessing in disguise. However, it would have been better, had the nightmare now come up to get her....
She was running, the forest seemed to stretch on forever before her, and she was disoriented by the injury to her head. She had to escaped again, had to get away from him, or he would kill her, of that she was certain. She'd crossed the line this time.
Footsteps hurried after her, and she could almost feel his hot, stagnant breath on the back of her neck. The air around her seemed to pick up on it, amplifying it tenfold.
"I know you're near, poppet... I can taste your fear..." His voice called out to her, seeming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. "Just come back to me.. I'm not going to hurt you." Yea right, and pigs could fly. Was her immediate thought. He'd promised that many times before, and she'd had to reset her arm, her leg and her jaw on numerous occasions. She had to find a place to hide!
Her foot caught on a root and she tripped, falling into a deep hole. She screamed as she fell, hitting bottom with a heavy thud.
"Ow..." She rubbed her aching back, using her other hand to move the offending rock. Upon looking at it, she realized it wasn't a rock at all, but a skull.
"You have to leave this place!" Its cackling smile scared her so badly, she threw the skull, which hit the dirt wall with a crack. "Get away before it's too late!" She scrambled away from the skull, shimmying to the other side of the chasm that she'd fallen into.
"Where are you....?" His voice was louder now, as if he were near.
"Get Out!" The skull rolled over to her, its teeth clacking loudly. It seemed to be reassembling into a skeleton before her eyes. "GET OUT!" Bony hands reached for her, ready to choke her, to kill her for invading it's space.
She sat straight up in the bed, gasping awake, tears in her eyes. What a terrible dream! She scrubbed a hand across her face and looked around, seeing that the sun had gone down now, and the moon was high in the sky. Listening, she could hear the distant sounds of the television, but had no desire to go down there. She just didn't have the energy. Exhausted for some reason, she flopped back down into the bed and closed her eyes. That dream... she'd never had anything like it... and it didn't make any sense. Who had she been running from? The obvious answer had been Azazel; it had sounded like his voice, after all. But the skeleton... it had been warning her... warning her to get out. But get out of where? What did it mean? Why was she so tired? Immediately she got up and started looking through her books, sitting cross legged, in the dark and on the floor. There had to be something it could tell her.... had to be. And she had been right. A few hours later, she had her answer, and it wasn't a good one: She had Lydremdefytis, the disease that could kill during sleep, absorbing energy from one's body until one was dry, which meant death.
She leaned against the bed, trying not to cry. No... that couldn't be it, could it? She couldn't have gotten it! Surely there was nothing so stressful she had garnered it, right? She thought back for a moment, replaying everything in her head. Azazel... Lief.... Arnoz... Vik. All of that could have easily have done it. She sighed.
"Dammit..." She rubbed a hand over her face with a growl. "But of course I got it like that. There is no other way to do it... luckily. But there is no way to cure it either." She hit the bedpost with her fist, cracking the wood. "Shit! Fuck, Damn it!" Tears streamed down her face. There was nothing she could do... except calm down, accept it and keep herself from getting stressed out. She just hoped she could do it.... Then again, if not, well... then she would be dead, of course. It just sucked that those circumstances had led to this.
Vik's death had shaken her, she could admit that to herself now. She hadn't allowed herself to think about it since she'd burned down Max's house. Her rage had taken over then... to which she only have regretted now. To be honest, she wished she'd killed him instead of burning his house down. Sure, she might have in the fire, but that was far more merciful than he deserved. Far more.
She had more important things to do, like not falling asleep thinking about what she needed to do. Or... like what she should do to not go crazy while trying not to fall asleep.
