welcome to the congregation
12-12-2015, 08:53 PM
He sat atop a pile of rubble. It was lumpy and certainly one of the worst things to pick for a perch. Something was poking him in the stomach. He didn’t care though. This pile was taller than the rest, and here he was a king. He glanced around, surveying his kingdom. The afternoon light painted orange and yellow along pieces of trash, giving all the feeling of a mosaic. The imp licked his lips, his face blank. Nobody was here. It felt empty. It made him feel a bit bad… But… maybe he could just imagine his subjects in. The mind was a great creator sometimes. ”Hmmm,” he hummed aloud in thought. ”Uh. A guard there, and there. And Brutus there. Grand counsel-master Brutus,” he mentally placed them here and there as he spoke. Great. What a great kingdom this would be!
He pushed his paws into the trash a little and licked his lips again. Then he dipped his head down and nipped at his precious – his crinkly! After spending a good amount of time in the debris-filled land, he had made an emotional reunion with his crinkly (it probably wasn’t the very same piece of clear plastic he had found months ago, but he was rather convinced that it was). He nibbled at it a little, listened to it crinkle, and felt reassured. It was like his King’s scepter, and would be used to strike down any disobedient subjects. Metaphorically, of course. He glanced over the area one more time, and then began to burrow his nose in the plastic.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
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