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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:20 pm
"Cinder who?"
Cinder blinked at the vixen, not sure what the look was for, or even who Cinderella was. The "kit" blinked at Ariel, head tilting before suddenly remembering she was still angry at the vixen. Huffing, she jerked her hat straight on her head, flicked her tail, and scowled. "Doesn't matter what your name is." She hissed, eyes closing and head turning away dismissively.
"You are just thief to me." She snapped, hurt flickering in her heart. Once again someone had belittled her, once again someone had hurt her. She was so tired of this, so sick and tired of smiling and nodding when something painful happened. She hated this life. Her eyes narrowed, remembering what the vixen had said before.
"I don't know what a t-shirt is, but..." She trailed off, eyes opening, hurt pouring from them. "It isn't their fault sometimes. Sometimes they have to leave. Sometimes you aren't good enough for them, or, they outgrow you." Her heart ached once more, head turning away, ears flopping down. "Sometimes you never grow up and mature enough for them to stay close with you."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:32 pm
Ariel just stared for a moment, thinking the kit was joking. Then it dawned on her. " Figures a country- dweller wouldn't know..." She said, rolling her eyes and giving an exasperated sigh. " Ok, look, It's a story or something they show a lot on these moving picture boxes the humans stare at. This human slave girl wants to go to some...party...thing, but her familiy won't let her. A flying fat chick appears and does some freaky s**t to a pumpkin. She goes to the party and some dude rescues her from her sad little life. Some fox told me the girl's name's Cinderella" How many times as a kit had she dreamed that someone would rescue her? Didn't matter, Ariel had long ago given up those ridiculous childhood fantasies.
"And you," She shot back " are just a spoiled and ungrateful brat, locked in daydreams of fairytales and happiness." Yes, Ariel was a thief. It was a choice forced upon her: Steal or die. Their was no alternative, she had tried so, so hard to think of one. But the world was cruel. Foxes were cruel.
" Isn't their fault?! " She yelled, outraged "Of course it's their fault! It's thier fault for leaving you alone! It's their fault for being oh, so better than you! It's their fault for...for abandoning you on the streets. For forcing you to do horrible, sick things just to stay alive! While others mock you and do terrible things to you!" How could this idiot think for one moment that is wasn't their fault? Of course it was. It was their fault for giving Ariel so much pain. It was why she wanted vengance, why she bit back at the world and everything in it.
' Sometimes you never grow up...' Realisation hit Ariel " You're a perma..." She whispered, shocked.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 5:37 am
Cinder twitched when she heard the cursed word, ears flopping back against her head. 'You're a perma.' For to long she had been one. When she was a kit, just born, she thought that she was a slow grower. She thought she was just a runt, and that in due time she would grow up to be big and strong just like her friends. But as time grew on she watched as even her parents started to wither away, and she kept the young appearance.
Was she a vampire? When she was far younger she had thought so, but pushed that thought aside when she realized that she didn't need blood. She had met a perma-vampire before, but, the perma had been friends with an adult.
Adult. Why? Why was that perma blessed with the friendship from another while Cinder was all alone? The tears rose, falling down her cheeks as she choked out sobs.
"Y-Yeah." What a lame response! But that was all she could say. Yeah.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 11:16 pm
" Oh..."
Was it her, or did her voice sound...gentle? Ugh, Ariel shuddered mentally at the thought. She wanted to snap, to growl, anything to erase the possibility of her being nice . But no, the girl, Cinder was crying. Because...
An eternity alone... Ariel couldn't bear the thought. Family die. Friends die. And you watch. She couldn't acurately know what it was even like. She never had a family, never had a true friend, she had nothing to lose. Even in death...what was death to her? She didn't care, the only thing that kept her alive, gave her a purpose, was revenge. A stupid and petty reason, but a reason none the less.
The silence was growing uncomfortable. She wanted to say something, but what? She's crying, for a good reason too. Comfort her or something She came up to her and sat down next to her. " Erm...ah...there, there" she said, akwardly patting the girl on the back. It was what foxes did in times like this...right? Ariel was going soft. Sure, keep it up, and you're going to go all mushy and lovey-dovey. Yuck! She tensed and looked away, as if it never happened.
((facepalm at failed attempt to make someone feel better))
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 7:17 pm
Cinder felt that sinking feeling inside, the feeling that she was done. She was breaking all over again, cracking inside. She was tired of this, tired of dealing with the fact that she was alone, again. Her eyes flicked to look at Ariel, wanting to smack the girl away from her, wanting to say "get away" or jerk away from her. Luckily, Ariel had beaten her to it and was tense once more, her paws now no longer touching the perma.
She would die one day, but, as a perma she was going to take even longer to die. She would never truly grow, but, one day she would simply pass away. Was this frightening to think she wouldn't even know when she was technically "old"? Yes. She didn't know what to even call herself anymore. A true kit? Or....an adult?
"Nnnnn.... don't...don't touch me."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:27 pm
A stupid, childish part of Ariel wanted to say ' I did not touch you!' and get into an argument she would of course lose.What had come over her? Yup, just one stupid crying brat and she practically melted! She felt like beating someone up, just to prove to herself that she hadn't gone soft.
"Fine! I'll be all to happy to oblige!" She took offence to Cinder's comment...for some unknown reason. Ariel had offered her comfort and had her paw bitten off, again. She though after years of that happening, she would have learned by now, but no! She was still that stupid kit who thought the world had some good in it, even after all she had been through! "Though, just for the record, I can touch you whenever I want. You don't own me." And just to prove her point she poked the little kit in the side. She was tempted to steal he hat again, but to go through all that trouble all over again...
Ariel again cursed her stupidity, something that seemed to happen a lot lately. The scar on Cinder's head...Ariel thought she knew how she had got it...but..." That scar on your head...I think I know how you got it... Your so depressed cause you're immortal or something...and you may just be stupid enough to not do a good job..." The pieces were falling into place. By the looks of it, Cinder had been alone a long time, maybe long enough to take her own life.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:12 am
Cinder had just about stopped crying when Ariel had mentioned the scar. She had been going to apologize, but then the question arose. Ashamed, she lowered her head, paws unsheathing claws that curled into the dirt. Stupid enough not to do a good job. She had thought it was a good enough job. She had thought it would work, because who could survive a fall like that? Who could possibly live through that impact?
Apparently her. Or maybe luck had been on her side though she did not want it. Either way, she was still here, despite how she didn't want to be at first. It took time for her to manage to realize that what she had done was wrong, but, that time had seemed like forever.
"A cliff. I fell on the rocks, but, I was found by someone or something. I had survived, and they helped heal me. I don't remember who, my memory is blurry about that day."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:11 am
" A cliff?" Ariel repeated " Why a cliff? You could have just as easily drowned yourself in a river." She had contemplated taking her own life...once. She had it all planned out, all she needed was to jump in. Why live in a world so cruel? But no, when the time came she decided she didn't want to give them the satisfaction. She had to get even, not give up.
But why would someone help this kit? There was no gain in healing a broken and bleeding body. If they wanted to steal from her then they would have just waited until her life finally slipped away. Compassion. The word sounded alien. It was alien. Ariel knew for a fact there was no such thing, at least in this world...Or at least she thought she did...
" Why would someone help you? There's nothing to be gained from helping the injured then leaving."
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:10 pm
"Because I was scared."
Cinder looked over at Ariel, eyes misty but not leaking. It made sense to her why to choose the cliff over anything else. "If I drowned myself, or tried to, I'd have time to regret my decision. To pull out, to gasp for breath. If I jumped from a cliff, there is no changing my choice. No matter how much regret I feel, I'd hit the rocks. I was scared of changing my mind." She shook her head, a strand of hair falling out from under her hat.
"I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to change my mind. The me at that moment didn't want to think about the me that would be committing the act. I wanted to end it, I didn't want to suddenly be scared and not. So I choose the cliff." Her body tensed once more, head turning away from Ariel.
"Why would someone help me? I don't know. Maybe they were a perma like me. Maybe they understood. Maybe they had lost a child once. Maybe they felt guilty if they'd leave me to die. Or maybe it's for a reason we'll never know."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:23 am
" You're a wise little kit, I'll give you that," Ariel pondered. " though wisdom is of little use in this world"
She should have been asking the important questions. What made you want to jump in the first place? What do you remember? How old are you? But no, Ariel never cared enough to do so. She had never carec for anyone but herself, ever. Never loved, never completely trusted. Never felt compassion or the urge to do 'what was right'. Ariel had thought those feeling were useless, and was baffled whenever foxes displayed them. How? How could they be so happy in such a horrible life? Experience emotions that she never had, never would?
" Yeah, and maybe they thought life always has a happy ending. Head too stuck in fairytales to see what life is really like" She rolled her eyes. She studied Cinder for a moment. " Hmm, I might me beginning to like you...impossible as it may seem." And funny thing was, she meant it...more or less. She didn't really know is she was even capable of liking someone the way others' did.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:16 pm
Cinder looked up at the vixen. An adult liked her? Her? The suicidal perma-kit? She blinked up at Ariel, unsure what to say. The perma looked away, shrugging at her comment. "I'm glad." She whispered. "That I didn't die." She looked to the side, shaking her head once more.
"I hate giving up." She whispered. "If I died it'd mean I just gave up. That's lame." She frowned at this, looking up at Ariel and narrowing her eyes. "What is your sad story?" She knew there was one, she could tell by the way Ariel spoke, the way she acted. She wanted to know.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 12:28 am
Ariel was taken aback. Someone wanted to know her past? Nobody had ever asked about her, save for the occasional 'why are you such a b***h?'. She searched Cinder's face. Was this a joke? Maybe not... " I don't see why you'd want to know..." She sighed "But...alright. You'd better listen good though, because I will not be repeating myself." She lay down on the ground and heaved another sigh.
" I-I hatched on the streets of some human city. Never knew my parents, they abandoned me or died or whatever. I was so naieve as a kit, thinking that everyone had some good, so willing to trust. Even after all those times i was picked on, or attacked. But then, well some filthy sons of bitches played a little game of tag with me. They thought it was funny to 'watch the terrified kit run'. Well, i got tangled up in barbed wire pretty bad, they found that Hilarious . Left me for dead." Ariel could picture their faces as they mocked her, she wanted to rip their long-dead throats out. A cruel smile formed on her lips "That was when I had had enough. I opened my eyes to the world, and I saw it for what it was. I became strong. Stronger than my tormentors. Then, well you- " She stopped. unwilling to continue. Somehow she didn't want Cinder to know some of her past.
" So, what about you? I know you're a perma, so it makes sense if you're memories are fuzzy. But, I'm curious how miss Cinderella has been."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:16 pm
Her past? She hardly remembered it. The perma looked to the side, ears flipping back. Her past was hard for her to remember, but she knew some of it. "I was born into a normal family, and had normal friends. They were nice enough I guess, I believe I was happy. But my friends grew faster than I did. I grew as big as I am now and suddenly stopped. I just didn't grow anymore. My parents loved me anyway, they said I probably had a stunt but I'd grow really big one day." She paused, shaking her head.
"But my friends grew up, and I watched as they paired up and had children, and then their children had children, and my parents passed. All the while I never grew. It became lonely, I watched as kits that loved to spend time with me seemed to grow tired of me when they were adults. It was a lonely existence. I think I began to travel a lot, but, I can't remember where. The thought that I was tired, that all I wanted was to sleep kept lurking in my mind. So one day I jumped."
Ariel knew this part, Cinder knew she did, she had mentioned it before. She shrugged sheepishly, eyes lowering softly. "I was given these clothes and ever since I've been exploring again. I met a perma once, but he left eventually, and I was alone again."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:50 pm
I won't leave you...
The thought raced across Ariel's mind. Where the hell did that come from?! Yes she knew she had abandonnment issues, but seriously?
She knew this was the part where she was supposed to give the kit a hug and they'd cry and they'd be BFF. At least, that's what she saw other's do. But bleah! It was too much of a moochy, lovey-dovey, cliche. No thanks. Ariel patted Cinder on the back once, like before. Idiot. How could such a small gesture mean so much to her? It seemed like she was doing something massively important, well, it kind of was for her. It had been the closest she had gotten to comforting in a looooong time.
" Bleah! No offence but this little heart to heart has gotten me all depressed and stuff. So, whattaya say we go out, take our minds off of this gloomy subject, and have some fun." She grinned evilly, eyes full of mischief. Ariel was pretty sure her definition of 'fun' wasn't the same as most foxes. So she decided to meet Cinder halfway, water it down. 'She should feel so special'
" I'd say there are foxes out there long overdue for a good pranking"
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 1:33 pm
"Pranking?"
Cinder looked over, confused. She blinked, the tiny little perma frowned, unsure what to say. Pranking meant teasing people, right? Right. "Are there anyone to prank?" Know what? She wanted to! Ariel was inviting her to an activity she... she wanted a part of! She didn't want to be alone anymore! She wanted a friend. She moved closer to Ariel, looking up at the taller vixen.
"How do you prank someone?" She questioned, head tilting, hat tip flopping to the other side. She softly smiled, perhaps nervous to show that she was hoping for fun to the vixen she had just met.
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