Post by ogrins on Dec 22, 2008 18:08:07 GMT -5
rifle:a father?
Rifle pushed through the small strands of grass without a thought. He had just met the girl of his life. Morphine, Morphine, Morphine... She's exactly like her name. Morphine, Morphine, oh Morphine. He wasn't even sure why he had left her. On that cliff, it felt like a breaking point for the world. The endless grey waters, stretching on forever, powerful and deadly. The sun had left them there, on the edge of life and death. Every color, every sound, every smell had gone, but in their place Morphine had shown herself. Morphine had filled the need of a fellow feline before the insanity struck him to die. Morphine, you are my angel. Why did I leave?
ooc: Mo, is Morphine already pregnant? Is she just stalking him to tell him that he is a father? (i will assume yes, and rp with this i suppose, but i can easily re-write the post too. pm me please. when i say i will re-write the post, i mean the silverwords
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But the cold realization struck him before he could even finish his thought. The memories of last night flooded back into him. He recalled sitting at the edge of the cliff with Morphine, at the edge of life and death. Their tails had been entwined as they sat together, watching over the armies of deathly waters. They were the king and queen of life, watching the watery armies of death retreat and surge, retreat and surge, in an endless motion. Rifle smiled ot himself, remembering the cold, pure light of the morning sun. How it pierced the dark water and ran the dark insane; screaming and scrambleing away to hide and fight another day. The light slowly roze from the hazy grey abyss of water, too immense to be called a lake. It was, truely, deserving of the name sun-drown-place. But the sun always won again, rising out of the dark blue and black to bring hope to the sky again. And hope it brought him. After the sun finished its triumphant winning, Rifle had apologised to Morphine. He had to leave there, he had to roam. And he knew that Morphine would want to stay more to one place, now that she carried kits. But he hadn't wanted to abandon her either. And so he had told her he would return before sun-high, and with food for both of them to share.
So now he glanced up into the bright blue sky, and caught sight of the great yellow orb that inspired him so very much. It ran the same schedule every day. And yet, he never knew a day that it didn't shine a bright as another day. What a glorious world indeed. How full of magic it is. Especially because of Morphine. He smiled, then paused, scenting the air. The faint wafts of a mouse drifted by, and so he immediately sank to his hunters croutch. Slinking upon the ground, he drew nearer to the mouse. His stomach started to wake now, but he ignored it, focusing all attention on the small creature foraging in front of him. Three... Two... One-and-a-half... One... Rifle sprang forward and in a split second killed the thing with one blow. He picked it up, looking around . Quickly scenting more prey, he droped the mouse for only a moment and sank to his hunter croutch, slinking off another way toward the smell of the bird. Things continued in this fashion until he had four pieces of small-medium sized prey, two were birds, the last was another mouse. He returned to the spot where he droped the first mouse and picked it up. Now to make my way back to Morphine...
Rifle pushed through the small strands of grass without a thought. He had just met the girl of his life. Morphine, Morphine, Morphine... She's exactly like her name. Morphine, Morphine, oh Morphine. He wasn't even sure why he had left her. On that cliff, it felt like a breaking point for the world. The endless grey waters, stretching on forever, powerful and deadly. The sun had left them there, on the edge of life and death. Every color, every sound, every smell had gone, but in their place Morphine had shown herself. Morphine had filled the need of a fellow feline before the insanity struck him to die. Morphine, you are my angel. Why did I leave?
ooc: Mo, is Morphine already pregnant? Is she just stalking him to tell him that he is a father? (i will assume yes, and rp with this i suppose, but i can easily re-write the post too. pm me please. when i say i will re-write the post, i mean the silverwords
)But the cold realization struck him before he could even finish his thought. The memories of last night flooded back into him. He recalled sitting at the edge of the cliff with Morphine, at the edge of life and death. Their tails had been entwined as they sat together, watching over the armies of deathly waters. They were the king and queen of life, watching the watery armies of death retreat and surge, retreat and surge, in an endless motion. Rifle smiled ot himself, remembering the cold, pure light of the morning sun. How it pierced the dark water and ran the dark insane; screaming and scrambleing away to hide and fight another day. The light slowly roze from the hazy grey abyss of water, too immense to be called a lake. It was, truely, deserving of the name sun-drown-place. But the sun always won again, rising out of the dark blue and black to bring hope to the sky again. And hope it brought him. After the sun finished its triumphant winning, Rifle had apologised to Morphine. He had to leave there, he had to roam. And he knew that Morphine would want to stay more to one place, now that she carried kits. But he hadn't wanted to abandon her either. And so he had told her he would return before sun-high, and with food for both of them to share.
So now he glanced up into the bright blue sky, and caught sight of the great yellow orb that inspired him so very much. It ran the same schedule every day. And yet, he never knew a day that it didn't shine a bright as another day. What a glorious world indeed. How full of magic it is. Especially because of Morphine. He smiled, then paused, scenting the air. The faint wafts of a mouse drifted by, and so he immediately sank to his hunters croutch. Slinking upon the ground, he drew nearer to the mouse. His stomach started to wake now, but he ignored it, focusing all attention on the small creature foraging in front of him. Three... Two... One-and-a-half... One... Rifle sprang forward and in a split second killed the thing with one blow. He picked it up, looking around . Quickly scenting more prey, he droped the mouse for only a moment and sank to his hunter croutch, slinking off another way toward the smell of the bird. Things continued in this fashion until he had four pieces of small-medium sized prey, two were birds, the last was another mouse. He returned to the spot where he droped the first mouse and picked it up. Now to make my way back to Morphine...