Zero Dream
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- Posted: Sun, 02 Dec 2007 16:02:00 +0000
Prologue 1 - The Cat Alone
"...Mya..."
In the beginning, there was only a small, black plush cat - a child's toy, discarded deep into a dark alley, possibly after some kind of tragedy, given the traces of dried blood on nearby walls. This world hosted the abode of destruction, after all. Whatever had happened there was unknown - bodies had long since vanished, and the plush had remained there, it's low value making so it had been ignored by looters.
It seemed like forever ago that she had managed to push her own hand out - freaking and driving off the friendly hobos in the process - and now there she was - a big thing having come out of so small of a thing, perfect black fur still stained in blood that was slowly washing out, dripping along with the rain as she stayed still on her knees, doing her best to catch her breath as she stared at the pavement, somehow willing the feeling of nausea left over from her birth to fade away.
The cat girl was cold, naked, soaked, and most of all, alone. It had felt like death in there, for so long. Where was her lord ?!? He had to be somewhere, somehow, if she was there. It had been her will not to walk this world unless her lord has returned. A world without her lord was not a world worth walking on. She remembered that rather clearly and shook her head. No, it was no use thinking about that.
She pushed a heavy black bang away from one of her ruby red eyes, not minding the soaked red bow that felt against her back, mostly undone in her traumatic birthing. Well, if he was not there, then she would just need to find him.
But first, she needed to dry, she needed clothing, and she needed to make herself presentable for her lord. It still felt like her legs were asleep as she dragged herself to the nearest house, entering trough the broken door.
The house was obliviously abandoned - and as obliviously looted, the cat girl noticed with a small frown - making her best to avoid the broken shards of glass and wood littered on the floor as she headed for what seemed to be the bathroom. It was - but was that blood ? Caked and old, thankfully, but the black-furred cat still got chills up her spine as she looked around in an hurry. Towels ! She took as much as her arms could carry and was out of the stained room as fast as she could, heading to what seemed like it could have been the master's bedroom. It had been looted bare - only the carpet remained, and even that, some of it had been ripped out in places - and various objects, possibly deemed worthless by whoever looted the room - on the ground, some broken, and some clothes. Right now, Jinx did not care to see if they fit her. Instead, she let her bundle fall down and she sat on an intact shard of carpet, drying herself off as much as she could with the towels, then slowly, patiently, groomed her fur and hair back to perfect smoothness with only her tongue at her disposal, a task that took a few hours before she was completely satisfied with what she could see of herself. Thankfully there had been little to no blood left on her form.
It was only when that was done, and when the now dry bow had been retied - that she took a look at the assorted piece of clothing scattered on the floor. At least, she figured it was clothing - some just seemed downright bizarre and all was unlike anything she had ever seen or worn before. But it would do until she found better, namely some decent leathers and chains for armor. It took a few pieces before she finally found something that both fit and did not hinder her movement too much - and such she was the new owner of a pink tanktop and jeans, worn low to accommodate her tail. The cat then finally yawned, curled into a ball, and fell asleep right there, not caring about how dangerous it might be - her rebirth had been so tiring, and she needed to gather her strength for the search that would come the next day.
Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard - all she had to do is find where the crows gathered, no ?


Calum stalked the halls, but it was in a form that no one would recognize. He appeared as a small tom cat, black with white points, and his right front paw was an off white. He had green eyes, and a tousled look, as if he had come off on the worst end of a few fights. He was looking for something. He didn't know what yet, but there was something. Or maybe it was nothing. Didn't really matter now, did it?