Name: Lady Amalthea
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Personality: Amalthea has lost something, a memory of something, but she isn't sure what. Ever since coming to the feli house several days ago she's been scared to leave, occasionally mentioning a 'fire' in context to her refusal. Mostly, however, she seems to have little idea why her memory is fuzzy or what she's lost. Despite this, she remains a kind, soft spoken individual prone to speaking nothing more nor less than the truth.
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Voice Actor: Mia Farrow
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There was something she was forgetting, but she wasn't sure just what. The serene, quiet young feli watched the pool of water in the room under the stairs and was glad of the peace she'd found in here. A part of her knew there was something wrong with this entire thing, a sense that she should be doing something or at least be somewhere else, but the corresponding part of her memory that should have told her the 'what' of these questions remained fuzzy. Fuzzy, too, was the memory of why she'd holed herself up in this little cubby rather than the room that held a lot of plant life, or simply going to the outdoors where, she thought, she truly wanted to be. However, each time in the past few days that Amalthea had dared near a window or outside door a gripping fear had overwhelmed the female and she'd found herself running right back to the muted safety of her blue 'castle'.
Some of her white cascading hair fell from behind her ear, dripping down into the water. The shapes it made moving there, despite a lack of anything that should have been moving the water, captivated the Feli's attention. It was almost as if the room, or even her own body, were trying to tell her something. Mixed with the dancing white reflections on the waters surface and the billowing form of the hair itself, there was a shape there; graceful, cautious, yet somehow bold...
"HI THERE LADY!" A squealing, whiny and oddly dazed voice boomed from the door as an idiotically dressed blue fur ball dashed into the room. Amalthea, never one to be touched, tried to get up and dance out of his reach, but she'd had little warning and he was too fast for her. In a second she'd found herself the recipient of a full-bodied tackle that sent her hard back into the floor and her hair down into the pool. She shoved him off a moment later, when she'd recovered, and took several side-stepped steps away from him until she could collapse down onto her hind quarters and begin to wring out her hair.
"Dootsie, don't do that to me," She ordered for the umpteenth time, though her voice never seemed to quicken in impatience or any true annoyance. As much as the bright feli had the power to annoy, he also reminded her of something. Indeed, there had been a feeling of joy come upon her when she first met him, a resolution to something restless inside of her so deep that she almost thank the fire that had chased her to this place.
The fire? Amalthea smiled suddenly, but even as she did the hazy memory washed it away once more. A feeling of fear and foreboding swam through her body, a terrible feeling that she knew nothing had ever caused her before. What was this fire that had scared her so? This thing that kept her from leaving this house by the sheer terror of thinking it might yet be out there. No, not a simple fear... she was certain that the fire would be there, waiting for her, hunting her.
Dootsie noticed his 'friend's' shaking and his eyes, as blue as Amalthea's own, seemed to deepen in worry. He leaned in close, but despite this attempt at care his voice remained as annoying as ever, "ARE YOU OKAY, NEW FRIEND?"
"I-I...." Amalthea shook her head, putting a paw to the star on her forehead. They both had these, she'd noticed that right away, queer marks upon their heads when there was nothing else to break the monotony of their colour. Was it her imagination, or did it seem hot? "I can't remember."
"CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT, NEW FRIEND?" Dootsie titled his head, unaware at how much he resembled a bird in his manner and address. His heart was one of sheer innocence; a feli that had been untouched by the harsh realities of life, who had never been confused or suffering. At once Amalthea envied him and hated him for it, a thing that surprised her more than anything she had ever known. Yet, it seemed that there was something he possessed that she had once knew; a sanity within the insanity, and one she longed to embrace again. Unable to understand even herself, Amalthea at once grew weary.
"I don't know," She shook her head again and cast her eyes back into the water. Whatever had been there before was gone, broken by the spell of this strange, yet familiar feli. Once more his mouth opened to ask, but she laid down before he could speak and cut him off, "No more questions, now. Fly away little butterfly, go and find your candy."
While another may have questioned her, Dootsie did not. Rather, his attention focused on the end of her statement; his ears perked in excitement and a touch of drool appeared on his lip. "Candy! I'LL BRING YOU SOME CANDY SISTER-LADY!" Another leap to his feet and the candy-coloured feli had left a sticky line of drool up Amalthea's ear before he bounded from the room to crash his way (quite audibly) down the hallway.
"Sister-lady?" Amalthea murmured to the water when she once more had her peace. Was it possible?
