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Minerva
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-Wobbling Along...-
« Thread started on: Feb 20th, 2006, 7:52pm » |
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Climbing in and out of a cardboard box shouldn't have been that big of a deal. Most cats wouldn't even consider jumping up onto a high shelf a challenge. But for some, like Minerva, she was lucky if she could control her own claws.
Finally obtaining her goal, the little white and brown cat managed to throw her weight enough to tumble over the edge and into the box. Unfortunately, what she'd smelled didn't turn out to be what she'd been hoping for.
"...Damnit!!"
The surprisingly vicious shout that erupted from the mouth of the cardboard box was like a small volcanic explosion, sending shockwaves through a flock of startled sparrows hiding in a nearby bush. The tuna can she'd discovered was very much empty. This didn't stop her from liking the inside of it for several minutes however, risking slicing her tongue on the edge. She finally got quite sick of it and poked her head up like a prairie dog to re-survey her surroundings. Like a little demented jack-in-the-box, Min wobbled there for a while, wide eyes peering all around as though she may be pounced upon at any moment. She didn't see anything dangerous of course, but she could never be too careful. Just her luck, as soon as she decided to flop out of the box some dog would come by and harass her.
Peh. Like she was going to let that happen. She'd outsmart that dumb ol' pup and stay right where she was. Brilliant!
And so, for some abstract reason, she stayed there indeed for a few more minutes, just looking around and...wobbling.
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Yoseph
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Re: -Wobbling Along...-
« Reply #1 on: Feb 28th, 2006, 9:53pm » |
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<Yoseph realized that things in the suburbs weren't as grand as he thought they would be. In fact, aside from the bounty of seeds under the bird feeders, they were in many ways worse. In addition to a surprising abundance of cats and dogs out to get him, there were new dangers - foxes, coyotes, hawks, and a variety of other wild beasts he'd never even encountered before. Were it not for the relative abscence of his own kind, Yoseph would have simply returned from whence he came.
Presently, Yoseph was feeling extremely concerned for his own well-being. Crouched under a nearby porch, he found himself worryingly close to a cat scrounging for a meal in a box. By the sounds of the loud erruption of profanities, the cat hadn't found what it wanted. Hungry cat equals dead rat, in most situations. And, just as his luck always had it, Yoseph just happened to be underneath a porch that was not particularly yeilding anyplace. In other words, he wasn't sitting under a porch, but was rather more like trapped under it. He had his own "damn" to think about.
Whiskers twitching, the rat waited with baited breath, absolutely still despite the overwhelming urge to start composure grooming or looking for a place to hide. Cats seemed very movement oriented, so perhaps if he just stood still enough, it wouldn't be interested in him. And, the quieter he breathed and the more sluggist he appeared, the more likely he would be thought to be a sick rat, which most cats were clever enough not to mess with; a sick city rat meant rat poison, who killed the winner of the meal. Of course, this was a suburb cat, so maybe it wouldn't know about that...>
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Minerva
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« Reply #2 on: Mar 4th, 2006, 01:03am » |
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This was also a suburb cat who had brain damage. It was actually why she'd acquired the name "Minerva." The humans who'd named her thought they were being clever because she appeared to have a nervous system disorder. Though it was a ridiculous name at least it also had an element of accidental ironic humor to it, being that Minerva was the Roman goddess of wisdom.
Presently Min had become distracted by a shadow or an ant in the bottom of the box. Being disoreintingly hyper-sensitive, such little things, which would normally go entirely unnoticed, would violently catch her attention and become something entirely different in her mind. Suddenly diving after it, her bobbling upper half disappeared. The sides of the box crashed and quaked as she haphazardly threw herself around inside, rabidly going after whatever it was that may or may not have actually existed. The sounds of various knobby joints--knees and cheekbones mostly--knocking into the unfortunate tuna can inside rang out like a dull bell. The rat may have been able to escape had the box not finally had enough abuse and tipped the cat right out of it. It collapsed over onto one side and out rolled Min, flopping out toward Yoseph and onto the ground like a drunk.
Staggering to her feet, suddenly subdued after her violent outburst, the petite feline swayed unsteadily for a long moment, blinking slowly. Her trance-like gaze wandered around in confusion, until it suddenly locked onto the hidden rat as if she'd picked him up on radar. As if she'd seen the devil, she shrieked and hopped back like a rabbit, eyes wide and upper body rocking wildly.
"You! You're everywhere! How did you find me here! Demon!!"
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Yoseph
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« Reply #3 on: Mar 6th, 2006, 10:25pm » |
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<Yoseph was starting to think that he should have just found some rat poison back in the city and put an end to it all. For a moment, the cat vanished back into the box, and he had time to search for a potential escape route. He found one, though it was risky, and was only about two steps away from his previous position, and towards freedom, when the box suddenly caved like a house of cards, and the feline was dumped gracelessly out. For a moment she teetered uneasily, as though she were dazed and confused by the situation. Then, her eyes focused with great intensity upon the rat, who froze in his tracks, not even his whiskers daring to twitch.
A tiny heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings within his chest as the feline stared, and damn near errupted from his chest when she suddenly began screeching accusations at him. How did he find her? Hadn't she just found him? And how on earth was he a demon? He was hardly a rat for goodness sake! Confused by the words, Yoseph actually paused to look over his shoulder, wondering if he'd missed some hidden danger behind him that remained unseen. Nothing was there; the cat's words were clearly directed towards him.
Maybe that was a good thing; she seemed, in addition to angry, somewhat frightened. Perhaps she wouldn't attack him if she didn't know just how edible she was. Deciding the play off of her lack of knowledge that he was rat, Yoseph took a few tentative steps fowards>
"T-that's right. I am indeed a demon. H-here to... to... well it doesn't matter what I'm here for. Just know that if you try eat a demon, it'll eat its way back out of your belly."
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Minerva
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« Reply #4 on: Mar 6th, 2006, 10:37pm » |
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Each word uttered from the rat's mouth caused her big copper eyes to widen until they were perfect shining circles in her head. She'd crouched down steadily as well, a cross between pounce-ready and ducking. It was as if she was watching a gravestone open up and speak. Every muscle was tense and, save for the swaying tremors, was normally a very bad sign for a rodent to see.
This creature before her, the demon that she saw in all moving things that were roughly this size, was speaking? She couldn't remember the last time that she'd heard it say things like this. Last time, when it had taken the form of a crumpled paper bag, all it had said was 'hsssss...chssss' as it had skittered it's way across the dry gravel. Now, with twitching whiskers and moving limbs, it was actually answering her!
The breath which had been gradually inhaled in disbelief was suddenly expelled in another shout.
"Evil! You bite me once and I'll flatten you good! I don't care if you can turn into bags and hissing things. I can hiss too, you know!"
She straightened up suddenly, the strangely loose skin of her back crinkling up in an irritating twitch. Though the sudden itching of her back stabbed into her head like an ice pick, she kept her eyes locked on the rat...though she did jerk her head to the side, catching it crookedly before she turned all the way around to lick at her back.
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Yoseph
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« Reply #5 on: May 15th, 2006, 11:50pm » |
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<Yoseph couldn't decided if he should be frightened, amused, or empathatic. The cat seemed to be completely off her rockers, and though it benefitted the rat for now, he found her nuerotic hissing and spitting and nonsensensical speech both frightening and pitiful. Part of him realized that the cat might be mentally ill, and for that he felt sorry for her. But her behavior also indicated that she could be potentially dangerous, especially if she stopped thinking the rat was something dangerous. So, though it made him feel a tad guilty, he perpetuated the charade>
"Hissing is just noise; a mouth has much better uses. But I suggest you don't try a thing - demons have powers that extend beyond bites and scratches."
((Sorry this post sucks so bad; I'm very tired))
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Minerva
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« Reply #6 on: May 23rd, 2006, 3:42pm » |
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The rat wouldn't be able to quite figure out if it was something he'd said, or the fact that maybe he'd moved a bit too much while speaking, but suddenly Min crouched again. This time, she had purpose in her eyes, focused on the rodent with all of her energy. Eyes still wide like saucers, her front body was plastered to the ground, and hind quarters slightly higher. Her whole body wobbled in waves as she repeatedly readied and recalculated. Adjust front feet and wobble...wait and calculate...move hind feet just a bit...teeter some more...rebalance and make sure...
The cycle went on for at least a solid minute, with Yoseph locked in her unsteady crosshairs all the while. But, like some odd instinct inside the rat had told him, she wasn't going to end up attacking. Sure enough, there was a scrunching of her pelt over her left hind leg, and her eyes bugged out a bit. Twisting around violently, and knocking herself right over onto her side in the process, she licked violently at the offending itch.
This falling, rolling, thrashing motion would have normally been the distraction that Yoseph would have needed to escape. But, unfortunately, it just brought Min even more frighteningly close to the rat. She practically flopped right over on top of him.
When she righted herself once more, she inevitably looked around and spotted Yoseph practically under her feet. Repeating the backwards rabbit-hop maneuver from before, she went back to staring at him in disbelief.
"Hey!! Don't you try that again! I'm watching you."
Annnnd, they were back at square one.
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Yoseph
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« Reply #7 on: Jun 10th, 2006, 7:18pm » |
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<Yoseph's eyes grew wider and wider as the cat manuevered towards him in a predator crouch. He fought hard not to squeal, knowing how much such a sound excited predators, and settled for grasping his tail in his forepaws and obsessively grooming it. Maybe if the daft cat was thinking poorly enough, she'd suspect he was enchanting a snake or something of the like. For a moment, he refused to even look at the deranged beast, terrified that he would be driven by instinct to bolt, thus ranging into vulnerable territory where a rather mad cat would be the worst of his problems.
When he looked up, the said problems had clearly become much worse. The cat had, by was of some clumsy and confused tumbling, ended up practically at his feet, and as he stared at its ungroomed fur, sheathed claws, and wild, rolling eyes, his stomach churned with deep terror. Fighting back the urge to make a dash for it, he bristled from head to toe, but simultaneously reared onto his hindquarters and squinted like a rat in submission. Either way, it wouldn't matter, for soon the cat had backpeddaled away, and seemed equally frightened. Puzzled, Yoseph dropped back to all fours, fighting the urge to obsessively composure-groom after such a fright. It seemed the cat thought he'd played some trick on her, and he might as well play it up>
"S-see? Now you observe some of my weakest powers, and know to fear me. So j-just stay back and nobody will get hurt."
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Minerva
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« Reply #8 on: Aug 14th, 2006, 10:57am » |
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The crazy little cat sat up straight then, as if she was suddenly considering the rat's words-- thinking with a most dire-serious expression on her face.
"...I see."
Her oversized brindle-and-white pelt twitched again, the warning of another coming itch, but she did well to ignore it. Best not offend the demon-creature any more than she already had. It was finally outright speaking to her, after months of following and haunting in different silent forms, and it was vital that she now pull herself together and deal with this event well. There must be some purpose in its appearance. And so, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she gave the rat a sideways look...more for the fact that she'd half-turned her head toward the creeping itch than actually scrutinizing the rodent.
"Tell me then, small-monster, why are you here? What do you want?"
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« Reply #9 on: Jan 16th, 2007, 8:42pm » |
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<Yoseph was starting to realize just how many things were wrong with this cat. Between the flailing, twitching, and bobbing, what was wrong physically was apparent and neurological. But he'd seen cats like this in the city who were still completely mentally acute; not the case for this feline. She was, if not mentally stunted, very mentally confused. What's more, she appeared to be suffering from an abundant lack of instincts and prey drive; surely just the scent of a rat should have put her into a predatory frenzy, yet she was unresponsive to him and fully believed his outlandish tale of being a demon. If all cats were like this, I would have never left the city, mused the rat.
Of course, now he had to maintain this lie. The cat, though a bit odd, was clearly sound enough to think of things like purpose and intent based on her questions, which means he needed to come up with a convincing reason fast for his presence if he was to maintain the illusion. Frowning a little, he sat back on his haunches, running his paws through his grizzly belly-fur for a few moments before anxiously passing them over his muzzle and ears. His tail begged for a once-over, but all of this composure grooming wasn't getting him any closer to having an answer, so he finally decided to just settle on something simple.>
"Why am I here? Ho - this is my earthly home! I am gathering information for the underworld while I stay here - information on animals like yourself."
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« Reply #10 on: Feb 18th, 2007, 11:50pm » |
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: rods Red::
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« Reply #11 on: Feb 18th, 2007, 11:58pm » |
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((*is prodded* Oh...holy crap. How did I miss this one. o.o Well then. I'll hope right on it during my next break I must rush back to homework for a few minutes first.))
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« Reply #12 on: Feb 19th, 2007, 12:21am » |
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((Real-life Min is scratching massive holes in her face and neck because winter makes her itchy and she doesn't know when to stop. It's sad. She used to literally dig down to the muscle on her neck. If she didn't wobble and fall so much, we'd slap her in an E-collar))
Coppery eyes narrowed dangerously in thought. She had what appeared to be a frightfully skeptical look on her face. Was she suddenly seeing through the rodent's facade?
"Is that so?...Why would you, shape-shifter, want to learn about such things?"
No, the impaired cat simply wanted more information. If she was going to go along with whatever this demon-thing was planning (because she was suddenly convinced that he did indeed have some dynamic plan about...something) then she needed to know more.
Her tail flicked about her haunches, as her intense mental concentration caused to wobble a bit back and forth where she sat.
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