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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 16:45:16 GMT
"Speech"
Annie had always found comfort sleeping in places with a roof. And by roof, she didn't mean the lid of a cardboard box or underneath a park bench. The hotel was the perfect place for a feline. It had various surfaces to climb on and hide under. It had dozens of rooms with soft places to sleep. And if you were lucky, you'd find the occasional mouse scampering around. Annie was surprised that she didn't find the odd cat or dog running around these parts. A big place like this should be enticing to more than just her surely.
Right now the only thought in Annie's mind was getting herself clean. She was perched up high on a table found in the hotel's restaurant area. The room was empty apart from a collection of tables and chairs that had previously been set up by the humans. The slender female had never come across a human before, they died out a few years before she was even born but her parents were around during their time and they spoke about them often. Her father told her and her siblings stories about his time as a house pet. He said that food was given to him every day and he always had a warm place to sleep. He said it was a safe and comfortable life but he had always wanted something more ambitious, something a bit more daring. That's where Annie's mother comes in. The story would continue to ramble on about how the two cats met and fell in love but Annie had heard this tale dozens of times so would usually have zoned out and her mind would be focusing on more important matters like would she be able to climb that tree over there.
The ghostly grey cat pounced down from the table and weaved in and out of the table and chair legs until she reached the corridor and a flight of stairs. Annie didn't come here often, only when she was in a close distance and couldn't find anywhere else to sleep. Usually she spent her nights curled up in an empty trash can or in an abandoned house. She hopped up on to one of the stairs, her back leaning against the side of the wall. She wrapped her tail around her tiny paws and began to lick at the tuft of grey fluff on her chest. Just because she wasn't afraid to get her paws dirty didn't mean she didn't enjoy feeling clean. She continued to groom her fur, moving from her chest to her paws and finally using them to wipe her face.
Now that she was content and cleansed, the Russian Blue mix glanced around but all she could see was one long empty corridor. She took a deep breath and lowered her body so that now she was lying down on one of the steps. She closed her eyes and rested her chin on her front paws. She didn't intend on sleeping, she just wanted a quick a nap before going on the hunt for something to eat.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 19, 2013 16:55:15 GMT
"Speech."
The floor of the great room was covered in a thick, crimson carpet which was much softer to the paws than the hard concrete that most of the city’s roads outside were made of. The room was barely lit up due to the lack of windows, but even if the lamps had been filled with electricity, Echo doubted they’d have given much light since most of them were fairly small… well, expect from the huge, glamorous chandelier in the middle of the room. Echo sniffed around, wondering if any mice were to be found. He heard the peeping sound of them and trotted to the walls, scratching at the once beautiful patterned tapestry, but for no use. There was no way he could get them out of the walls just like that. Slightly disappointed, the Siamese mix chose to take in the odd beauty of the room. It was almost as if he could imagine how magnificent it’d have looked like when brand new with the humans too keep it neat. Not that Echo new that much about the humans, he wasn’t an expert of this strange two-legged kind, but it was hard to avoid the elder felines’ talk about them. The humans had definitely been a great deal when they’d been alive.
The five year old tom went around the room and jumped up on a dusty chair, black and leather-bounded. He scratched in the leather with his sharp claws and thereby left marks upon it, wondering if this material had been some great deal when the humans had been alive. The chair then lost his interest and he jumped up upon the table. It was round, surrounded by ten chairs and was green on top. Echo was pretty sure that tables usually weren’t green – and definitely not this soft to walk upon, and he therefore decided this was a weird table. He jumped down and examined the room further, finding three weird tables of the kind, and chose to jump up on another kind of table. This was green as well though, but white rectangles were drawn on the green surface as if you had to put something on it. Echo tried to put his paw inside one of the white rectangles, but nothing happened and it therefore also lost Echo’s interest.
That weird kind of table was there also more of, but what now found Echo’s interest was the big one in the middle. To his frustration, this was also green and Echo decided that the humans making this room must have been rather strange. Just like the table before, this one had rectangles, but they had different shapes and didn’t look like those on the former table. He sniffed at the table and then noticed the round thing at the end of it. Curiously, Echo went to examine it. It was shaped like some kind of hole with black and red squares in it, except from a single green, all marked with a symbol Echo didn’t know. Perhaps it was the numbers he’d heard the humans had used to count with, but he wasn’t quite sure.
A pointy object stood in the middle of the colourful hole and of course Echo chose to attack the shiny thing in a determined leap. Unfortunately for the tom, the hole started to spin as soon as his body landed on it. Scared as hell, Echo hissed and lost his balance, only to make the spin go even faster. When he finally was able to crawl out of the hole, even the table seemed to be uneven while the whole world spun around him. With no balance left in his legs and a sick feeling in his stomach, Echo tripped down from the table and landed hard on the floor, giving out a yowl in surprise when the table suddenly disappeared from underneath his paws. The fall didn’t help him any further, but at least he managed to get onto his four, with a foolish grin on his face of course as the world continued to spin and his head felt even dizzier than before – if possible. ”Yes Florence my dear, a dance would be most… most…” he fell onto the floor, ”- pleasant,” he ended with a feeble voice, smile disappearing, as the world continued to spin around him. Maybe I should just continue to lay still.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 0:01:26 GMT
"Speech"
The slender grey cat could feel herself dozing off on the steps and this wasn't her intention. Lifting her head, Annie forced herself to her paws and sat up where she was, her long tail twitching at her feet. She had groomed herself only recently but she felt the need to re-clean her paws.
She started licking her right leg when she heard the distant sounds of tiny paws. Twitching her ears, Annie lifted her head mid-lick and peered down the corridor but still couldn't see anything. What followed was something the young female couldn't figure out. It sounded like a ball rolling around and knocking something heavy off of a tall table. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she tried to determine whereabouts these peculiar noises were coming from. Taking a deep breath, Annie took the brave decision to investigate.
The four year old hopped down from the stairs and followed the noises. They led her into quite a large room with bizarre rounds tables and tall stools. She had been in here before and it had always puzzled her. It took her awhile to remember why she had even entered this room, she was too busy being amazed by everything about this place. She glanced around again before spotting a furry cat-like figure in a heap on the floor. Whoever they were, they didn't appear to be moving. Annie contemplated approaching the stranger, from this distance there was no way of knowing if they were friendly or not. If so then she could be able to start a conversation but if not, they could want to tear her throat out. Annie sniffed the air - it was a male, without a doubt. Taking another deep breath, she slowly padded towards the tom cat.
He was only a few feet away but the walk felt like a mile. Already she could feel her heart rate beginning to race and her temperature beginning to rise. She never was very good at introducing herself to new people but this time her curiosity won and she wasn't going to let her nerves get the better of her. Annie cleared her throat in a feeble attempt to get the other cat's attention. "Umm, excuse me but uhhh, is everything alright?" She asked in what she felt like was going to be a confident tone but instead it just came out as nervous and shaky. She lowered her head and twitched her tail, still keeping her distance incase this stranger wasn't as friendly as she was.
(I'm so sorry this took so long! D: I'll post more often from now I promise ^^)
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Post by Hunter on May 7, 2013 15:06:32 GMT
"Speech."
The spinning was slowly taking off as he lay on the floor, occasionally closing his eyes in the hope that the darkness would clear his mind in some way. But he still felt awfully dizzy and dozed off with his eyes still shut, sprawled out on the floor since he couldn’t get his paws beneath him to keep him standing. Now he for sure knew what he shouldn’t do again. What an awful place I’ve come to, he thought and decided that the building’s beauty only was a façade which hid some terrible horror. He certainly wouldn’t visit this place again, ever! Or would he?
A voice made him drift back to the present, and he opened his eyes in a groggily manner, not able to focus to begin with. The words sounded soft in his ears but he had a hard time interpreting them. The sight forming in front of him though, proved to become quite pleasant. ”Am… am… am I… in heaven? I think I can hear the angels sing,” he mumbled feebly. He shook his head and now clearly saw the younger female in front of him. ”Oh,” he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed about being found like this. Her former words now formed a meaning in his mind and as quick as he could – though a little shaky – he came up to a sitting position. ”I am quite alright my girl, I just - erh, had a lil’ bit of complications. But it’s all alright now I can assure you!” he grinned and cleared his throat, trying to figure how to get out of this slight embarrassment. ”Who are you if I may ask? For sure a pretty queen like you I should have noticed sooner,” he said with a little smile on his lips, letting his long tail curl around his slender body. He knew there were many stray cats in Hexasol, but some were coming and going every day so it wasn’t easy to figure if a stranger had been around for long or was a newcomer.
The feline in front of him certainly wasn’t Iris and somehow it calmed him. It wasn’t that the siamese mix didn’t liked Iris, but sometimes it just felt good to spend time with someone who wasn’t always questioning him about the rumours going on about him. So many questions, about everything, he couldn’t take it, wouldn’t answer. Bizarre he was in their eyes, that was for sure, and bizarre he probably would continue to be.
((OOC: Lame Echo is being cliché :D))
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 22:19:48 GMT
"Speech"
Annie held her ground as the male lying on the ground in front of her began to stir. When she first wandered over she was unsure if he was unconscious or not and to be honest, she still wasn't overly certain. All she knew was that he was awake now. Whether or not this male was going to be friendly was a whole new story. She watched with eager gold eyes as he forced himself to his paws. Before he sat up fully, he muttered something about angels and to put it bluntly, Annie was confused.
The slender grey female took a tiny step backwards as the male got up, just incase he was dangerous - Annie was brought up to be cautious and wary of those she had only just met. The first sentence that escaped the white and brown tom cat was enough to reassure her that he wasn't going to hurt her, at least not yet. She took a deep breath and took a step forward again. "Well that's good to hear. I was worried for a second that you weren't gonna get up." She replied honestly. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, thankful and generally quite pleasantly surprised with this tom's politeness and friendliness. There were very few friendly cats left in Hexasol so to meet one was rather comforting.
The comment that followed startled her almost. Pretty? Really? The only other cats to call her pretty were no doubt her mother and father. She glanced this male over and sniffed the air around him. The faint scent of the Iris Pride lingered over him but for some bizarre reason, Annie felt like she could trust him, he was only asking her name after all, what bad could come of that?
"My name is Annie." The young queen responded after a slight hesitation. "May I ask of your name?" She added, still standing on all fours. It wasn't very often that she ran in to other felines, let alone male felines, and let alone male feline that were so charming. If it were possible for a cat to blush, then no doubt her cheeks would be glowing a soft pink underneath her fur. Despite her growing fondness for this stranger, she was still on her feet, not quite comfortable enough to sit down - she was vulnerable that way. This cat could just be using a clever tactic to get her to drop her guard. Well Annie wasn't going to fall for that one quite so fast. She remained where she stood, her tail swaying gently from side to side behind her and her eyes focused on this male.
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Post by Hunter on May 12, 2013 14:23:54 GMT
"Speech."
He flickered his ears as if a gentle wind tickled at the small hairs inside them. ”An and Nie, hmm,” he started thoughtfully and tilted his head to the side in an almost curious manner. ”It must be quite the compliment for you that your parents has deemed you so beautiful and important that they’ve chosen to give you two names. But indeed they must be true!” he concluded with shiny emeralds. Now standing on his four like the silver female in front of him, his tail danced calmly behind him like a tame snake to the sweet tune of a flute. The smile on the female’s lips look genuine, but something about her was still wary. Was it fear or something smaller, or was it another feeling, something with an uglier face? A question he would not throw at her for that matter, what he would do was taking in and enjoy. Mayhaps this encounter could turn the day for the better though it was far from bad.
But the question Annie asked him made him slightly recoil, though her hesitation made him less unwilling. He looked around him and within a few leaps was on top of one of the tables again. He cleared his throat with a smile while looking at Annie before talking. ”My name is a quite well-known word” he recited. ”So well-known that you use it to explain the sound which repeats your own voice after a shout in the mountains,” he said with a wide grin. ”Call me Echo. Short and clear. Though it is not exactly what I may resemble in either form or persona, it is the name my parents gave me nonetheless,” he continued with a happy smile, feeling full of energy among the other feline.
He then lowered his front body as if to get a better gaze of Annie while still standing on top of the table. ”Who’d have known? Even from a different angle, a different view, my eyes are not deceiving me. A silver cat with golden eyes - a sight so rare in one that you should have thought you were standing in front of two,” he said out loud but then kept a pause. ”The earth is certainly a remarkable place,” he mused in a lower tone, and this time it wasn’t his ears that flickered, but something deeper inside. Many special and beautiful she-cats were found in and outside of the Iris Pride, and young Elvira was definitely one of them. He was five years old, making him old enough to already have a mate and fathered kittens, but the thought had never really occurred to the domestic mix. Many females had been within his reach in the time he’d spent in the Iris Pride, yet who’d have known that it should be a feline from the outside who should give him a spark within?
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