Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 21:36:23 GMT -5
::Slinking silently into the keep, golden eyes wary, she pads on silent feet to the kitchen, placing her hand over her belly to still it's rumble at the scent of fresh rolls and rare roast. Looking about, her ears swiveling to catch the smallest sound, she glides over to the oven, the entire place deathly still, and slices off a generous piece of the
roast and makes herself a sandwich. Eyes glimmering, she snarfles it down then pauses to see if anyone is about. The silence unbroken, she turns with a graceful flick of her tail and heads upstairs to the sleeping quarters, a heavy velvet bag swinging gently at her side::
::Slowly, she slides open the door to Ysabeau's room, the silver moonlight limning the room in an ethereal glow, and pokes her head around the corner, her ears again twitching and listening for movement. Hearing nothing, she flicks her tail, and in a trice, is standing next to the child's bed, her inscrutable cat eyes watching the deep even breaths of the sleeping child. Coming to a decision, she nods to herself and slips the black velvet bag from
her side, pulling open the drawstring.::
::Carefully, silently, she removes it's contents, careful not to let the metal clink and rouse the keep. Bending over slightly, lush scarlet tiers brush the child's forehead and she lays the custom made cat's claws, fitted perfectly to the child's forearms and hands, the wickedly sharp claws designed to protect the back of the hands and to curve over the individual fingers to extend to a full inch and a half of gleaming, razor sharp, needlepointed
death. Next to the claws, she places a lil note reading:
"Dear Ysa...
I sincerely hope you don't think I've forgetten my promise. You did such a good job at learning to slink... you would be a natural for fighting cat style, neh? If you wish to learn, come to Talesedras Mansion or perhaps Nomo's place, Basilisk Palace. I'm sure Nomo would be delighted to teach you the art of the gensun also. If not, the claws will make an impressive display when you go to court, neh? Hee hee. Well, the decision is yours, of
course... oh, I guess your mom's too. Either way, we will have another midnight picnic soon, ok?
All my love,
Star >^..^<"
The thought that Ysa's mother would object never entered the Cat's mind, her only thought, is of the kitten..erm, the child, her favorite, of course, learning to protect herself from danger.::
::tucking the covers around the child, she presses a soft kiss to her forehead before slinking back into her world of shadow dappled night, her mission accomplished. Lush, scarlet tiers curve in a gleeful grin, her lithe body graceful as she slips into the deep forest, the lure of the hunt already calling it's siren song to her and she begins to run... Just for the sheer joy of feeling her muscles stretch and flex, to feel the cool night air
speeding past her flesh, her tail whipping for ballast as she ducks and weaves through the darkened forest::
Originally Posted:Date:10 Mar 2000 02:07:53 EST-Mystarra