Eyes in the darkness, deep red eyes which glimmer with a mysterious light that is, to say the least, unnatural. A slow, perposeful movement slowly reveals a coat of unknown origin. Flecked with so many differnt colours and patterns you would wonder, was this creature infact stitched together? The human imagination, and for that matter the thoughts of many mortals, dissalow them to see the many stitches and bloodstains that mottle the strange cat. Infact all they see is a strangely coloured tomcat, a moggy in the shadows scrounging for a good meal. Ocassionally though, just on the off chance that perhaps, perhaps he may have found a kindred spirit, his deep red eyes glow and he, she or it, what ever the creature may be is compelled to sit and listen to his tale.
You have been chosen to hear the words of this creature, whom at last you stare at in wonderment, notice the scars, the stitches, even breath in the scent of death that hangs around him. a smile comes to the mouth, the stitches stretching causing lines of old, rancid blood to roll down his chin before you hear the story told, the tale that you will forget as soon as those eyes leave yours.
"Hello there, greetings to you sweet mortal" The voice echoes in your head and all the time the strange tom cat never takes his eyes from yours "i will tale you a tale young one, a tale of old, of times gone by, of fear and hatred and experiments." He smirks then, his eyes grazing over your body as if examining you for, for something. The flash of a fang appears behind those stitches before the voice continues "I was born, many miles from here little one, and before any of these people were born to, I also died in eighteen twelve, of course at the time, i did not know the year, what did a cat have to do with the year hmm? It was only later, later when my steaming body was discoverd that i was revived, given life, a life of my own and of others. I walked with the gait of a fine pamperd puss, buried deep, with the tears of it's owner soaked in to it's long silken coat. My ears adoped the huge range of the mighty maine coon, a cat extremely unlike myself in it's ideals, almost like a dog, happy to be leashed and follwoign at it's owners heels." a slight, unpleasent hiss echoes at this point and for a second your gaze is released, but long before you can forget what has been said those bright red eyes clench your heart once again and you fade in to the listening stupor.
"My parts came from many cats and I will not, bore you with their life stories, for many are shall we say, exceedingly boring and pamperd. Many of the cats whos peices I now posess died, quite happily, pamperd and, loved, if there truely is such a word for animals from the human race." A pause at this point a cool wind rustles past you and you cannot help but give a cold shiver. "Of course, the man whom created me, ah, they called him insane, but he did create life, he played your god and braught me in to being, The lights had glimmerd before my eyes as the street wise ally cat that i was leapt back in to this mangled body, remembering my life. The good doctor, though at the time he did not realise, had planted something, far more sinister in my being than simple dead bodies. he gave me life ever lasting and as his first experiment, his first secret experiment I was locked behind bars, fed on cream and the finest meats. The life of a pamperd puss. i hated it, I stalked my cage for the day when my freedom would come, when i could stalk the ally's, the waning forests, the great feilds, the females, i waited, paitent, i knew my day would come."
The cat rolls his eyes, and he played the card he always played at this point in his tale "I won't tell you the take of the doctor, nor his monster, nor of the villiagers or the flames. Instead I will relay to you that you have indeed heard the tale of this doctor and that, if you think hard about it, he must have started some where, humans are made of much weaker stuff than an ally cat. I will tell you straight that my cage was opend by a villiager, of course, in those days humans knew things, they knew of true superstition, of magic and mystery and of the 'good' doctors work and this man fully intended to kill me, of coruse, i had no want to die, or even to be hurt, so his face sufferd a few, deft scratches before I escaped through the nearest hole in the crumbling tower walls and was long away before the stupid peasents had even reached the draw bridge."
A strange laugh echoes at this point a mix between a yowling catty laugh and something like a humans, it was eerie, strange in many ways filled with the truth and sinisism. "Of course, my life continued far past my, sell by date, I left that old country wheer superstition is rife, taking a ship to the new world where humans were stupid and didn't beleive what they saw. I took on many pets at this time, happily feeding, breeding, learning. Until one day i realised I wasn't dead. Though the kittens I spawned were of regular stock, i still breathed, I still longed for the feel of a female, I could fight and was the king of many vagabond tribes, fathering many kits accross the united states. I travelled from pilar to port settling here or there, and now, I am here and you are listening to my tale and in a moment, you will forget it, Creatures in this new world, do not wish to beleive what they see, they would much rather imagine what they do not see and take it as that." He blinks a long bling and you glance in to the ally seeing an old ally cat grooming himself as bold as brass. "Goodbye fair listener" a voice whispers, but you can no longer hear, the trance is broken and the tomcat fades in to the darkness.
You have been chosen to hear the words of this creature, whom at last you stare at in wonderment, notice the scars, the stitches, even breath in the scent of death that hangs around him. a smile comes to the mouth, the stitches stretching causing lines of old, rancid blood to roll down his chin before you hear the story told, the tale that you will forget as soon as those eyes leave yours.
"Hello there, greetings to you sweet mortal" The voice echoes in your head and all the time the strange tom cat never takes his eyes from yours "i will tale you a tale young one, a tale of old, of times gone by, of fear and hatred and experiments." He smirks then, his eyes grazing over your body as if examining you for, for something. The flash of a fang appears behind those stitches before the voice continues "I was born, many miles from here little one, and before any of these people were born to, I also died in eighteen twelve, of course at the time, i did not know the year, what did a cat have to do with the year hmm? It was only later, later when my steaming body was discoverd that i was revived, given life, a life of my own and of others. I walked with the gait of a fine pamperd puss, buried deep, with the tears of it's owner soaked in to it's long silken coat. My ears adoped the huge range of the mighty maine coon, a cat extremely unlike myself in it's ideals, almost like a dog, happy to be leashed and follwoign at it's owners heels." a slight, unpleasent hiss echoes at this point and for a second your gaze is released, but long before you can forget what has been said those bright red eyes clench your heart once again and you fade in to the listening stupor.
"My parts came from many cats and I will not, bore you with their life stories, for many are shall we say, exceedingly boring and pamperd. Many of the cats whos peices I now posess died, quite happily, pamperd and, loved, if there truely is such a word for animals from the human race." A pause at this point a cool wind rustles past you and you cannot help but give a cold shiver. "Of course, the man whom created me, ah, they called him insane, but he did create life, he played your god and braught me in to being, The lights had glimmerd before my eyes as the street wise ally cat that i was leapt back in to this mangled body, remembering my life. The good doctor, though at the time he did not realise, had planted something, far more sinister in my being than simple dead bodies. he gave me life ever lasting and as his first experiment, his first secret experiment I was locked behind bars, fed on cream and the finest meats. The life of a pamperd puss. i hated it, I stalked my cage for the day when my freedom would come, when i could stalk the ally's, the waning forests, the great feilds, the females, i waited, paitent, i knew my day would come."
The cat rolls his eyes, and he played the card he always played at this point in his tale "I won't tell you the take of the doctor, nor his monster, nor of the villiagers or the flames. Instead I will relay to you that you have indeed heard the tale of this doctor and that, if you think hard about it, he must have started some where, humans are made of much weaker stuff than an ally cat. I will tell you straight that my cage was opend by a villiager, of course, in those days humans knew things, they knew of true superstition, of magic and mystery and of the 'good' doctors work and this man fully intended to kill me, of coruse, i had no want to die, or even to be hurt, so his face sufferd a few, deft scratches before I escaped through the nearest hole in the crumbling tower walls and was long away before the stupid peasents had even reached the draw bridge."
A strange laugh echoes at this point a mix between a yowling catty laugh and something like a humans, it was eerie, strange in many ways filled with the truth and sinisism. "Of course, my life continued far past my, sell by date, I left that old country wheer superstition is rife, taking a ship to the new world where humans were stupid and didn't beleive what they saw. I took on many pets at this time, happily feeding, breeding, learning. Until one day i realised I wasn't dead. Though the kittens I spawned were of regular stock, i still breathed, I still longed for the feel of a female, I could fight and was the king of many vagabond tribes, fathering many kits accross the united states. I travelled from pilar to port settling here or there, and now, I am here and you are listening to my tale and in a moment, you will forget it, Creatures in this new world, do not wish to beleive what they see, they would much rather imagine what they do not see and take it as that." He blinks a long bling and you glance in to the ally seeing an old ally cat grooming himself as bold as brass. "Goodbye fair listener" a voice whispers, but you can no longer hear, the trance is broken and the tomcat fades in to the darkness.
