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 Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 10:53 pm
 Prior to many of the things that would soon lead his life in a new direction, Elijah had to learn about many things as an adopted son. For one, the kitten found himself mightily attached to Mama Ara and grew obviously more anxious when she had to be out or away - mostly for classes, maybe groceries. It wasn't quite the same with Papa Morph. Papa was . . . well, to be honest none of the male figures in Elijah's life until then had been very active or otherwise openly kind, so it was different than what he had with Mama Ara. It was slow-going, the bond forming between them, but food was a great way to get him to calm down as the parents quickly found out. As such, when the toyger finally was managed to be calmed long enough to get a fresh bowl of fruit salad, both Morpheus and Aranyani were able to leave for their individual classes at the University without too much fuss; though Elijah still blankly looked at their backs, listening to their footsteps as they softened with a small sinking pit in his stomach.
It was only temporary, they had explained. Someone named Mirelle was coming over to help watch him as well as finally meet the newest addition to the family while they would be gone.
But until then, Elijah half-curiously pushed the fruit about in his bowl, liking some of the scents and wrinkling his nose at others. "Fruit" was such an odd concept to him, having never eaten it before. Mostly soft things that gushed juice in his mouth, and sometimes had things called seeds in them which were hard to chew and swallow. Thankfully they were keeping his nervousness at bay . . . for now. His ears remained pricked for the telltale sounds that he was going to be visited.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 1:21 pm
Mirelle jogged through the University grounds, heading in the direction of the dorms and taking in everything around her. She had been to the University once or twice, but mostly moved around it; her usual haunts being the Plaza, the territory she was a part of, and the forest where she lived with Thrud when she wasn’t absolutely needed at the Plaza. She had gotten used to living in to locations for a while, and did so without complaint, knowing that it was due to her own actions. Besides, all the backing and forthing certainly helped keep her in shape.
Mirelle had visited Ara and Morph a lot more back when they used to live in a tree house, before they had transferred to the University to study. She still met with them, but as of yet, she hadn’t seen their new place. Entering the dormatories, she double checked the directions Morph had given her,making sure she was headed in the right direction. Reaching the right floor she slowed down, padding softly past the doors until she stopped at the correct one. “Pocketing” the note, Mir didn’t actually have pockets and she had left book bag she sometimes carried at home, instead she slipped it down the collar of her shirt and tucked it into her bra, the same place she stored her balisong knife. She didn’t usually travel with her armor on, unless she was heading to or from the Plaza, or she might have tucked it under a bracer. Smiling slightly, she raised her hand and knocked gently on the door. “Eijah?” She called out. “It’s Mirelle. Is it alright if I come in?” Morph had explained about the young tom’s blindness. She wanted him to be comfortable with the idea of an unfamiliar person entering his house before she actually went inside.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 2:15 pm
The silence in the house was almost deafening to his ears. Elijah had never realized how haunting that lack of sound was without someone around to fill it; maybe he should have had the foresight to locate the remote and fiddle about until he was able to turn the tv on. It was a mindless background filler, yes, but far better than silence. As it was, the kitten was forced to listen to the sounds of his own chewing until he heard soft thuds just outside coming close.
Elijah being Elijah, he of course froze first until he heard it speak, at which point he relaxed with a sigh. "U-Um, sure!" he replied, trying to nose his fruit bowl off to the side - succeeding in getting juice around his muzzle instead, which made him feel sticky and gross and aaaaaagh. He quickly began to try and lick or wipe off the nasty juice from his fur before Mirelle could come in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 6:44 pm
Smiling to herself, Mir opened the door and stepped over the threshold. “Hello, little one.” She said, smiling a little more as she got her first look at Elijah. He was adorable, true enough; the juice stains on his face adding to the overall effect. She noticed he was a darker orange than Aranyani was. Morph hadn’t gone into great detail about his appearance except to tell her about the collar and to say that he was blind. He had the most interesting tufts of fur behind his front legs that looked quite like wings. Mir cocked her head to the side, looking at them curiously. She grinned, coming to herself again and fighting the maternal impulse to go over and help him clean up. She didn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy. Moving to the low table, she sat down. Looking closer at his messy and fruit covered nose, she was reminded of watching Anbu and Yuuki’s kits grow up, and how messy kits could be in general. Giving in, she got up and glanced around, located the kitchen, and was soon back with a damp paper towel. “Come here, you poor thing.” She said with a sigh and a smile. Gently, but firmly taking his chin in her hand, she mopped up the fruit juices, cleaning him up swiftly so as to not make up possibly uncomfortable for too long. “There.” She said finally, looking him over.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:11 pm
Sometimes he really wished he could see other people. This aura business just wasn't cutting it for him, and it was funny how he remembered his mentor in the subject, Amaranth, had mentioned it would make him quite frustrated at first. No kidding! Right now he wasn't even getting much of a reading! Elijah suppressed a grumble of discontent at how silly he probably looked, allowing Mirelle to clean him up without much fuss; he was more used to the feel of hands now than he once was, though he did wince at the unfamiliar pressure when it pressed upon his eyelids.
Since his aura reading sucked at the moment, he stuck to the image in his head: a woman with firm hands and probably bulky arm muscles, long hair, a fierce gaze that was currently tendered.
"Hiya, Miss Mirelle," the kitten greeted once he was clean, shaking his head a little to make sure everything was off. "I, um . . . I was trying fruit. Or t-trying to try fruit. It's really slimy." At least the kind in assorted cans were. There were a few in here along with the fresh cut ones Morph had given him, which were the ones he preferred. "Um . . . how long you stayin'?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:58 pm
“I can see that.” Mir chuckled, not at all perturbed by being addressed as Miss. Having watched a fair few kits grow up already; Morpheus, Anbu and Yuuki’s kits, and Aiden’s little demons, she had gotten used to the titles placed upon her. Again, she felt a little pang in the pit of her stomach. She often thought about having kits of her own, little ones with some of her and Thrud running about. But it either seemed an odd time, or just the logistics of who would donate the needed ‘other half’. She smiled slightly, coming to herself again. “So do you have a favorite yet?” She asked, nibbling on a slice of nectarine. She was the one responsible for getting Morph hooked on them, and it seemed as though he was spreading it to those around him as well. “I suppose until they get back, or until you get sick of me.” Mir half teased, grinning down at the young tom. Being fairly small herself, she didn’t have to lean very far. “So, what sort of things to do you get up to during the day while Morpheus and Ara are at class?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 1:15 pm
He highly doubted he'd get sick of "anyone", but just bobbed his head in response. So far she was as nice as he was told she would be - not that Elijah would ever doubt his parents on something like this, but it was funny how quickly established facts in his mind could crumble with the doubt that usually ran through his mind when alone. "Not yet . . . But I kinda like apple slices," the kitten said after a thoughtful pause. "They're kinda crunchy at first but they're really sweet." Well, so far. He hadn't been fed an unripened fruit yet. "Oh, and mandarin! I can swallow 'em whole!" Like little pouches of fruit juice.
As to what he did, hmm . . . "Ummm. Naps. I kinda like having the tv on too, but I forgot to find the remote again. 'Cause I don't like it when it's all quiet."
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