this won't hurt a bit
08-15-2013, 07:14 PM
He didn't ask for her to go, nor did he ask for her to stay. He just voiced a question of his own. Those copper eyes lifted up to glance upon the silver form that was his new master, but they did so with a martyr's pain. He was rather free with the way he spoke to her. Perhaps she ought to stop that right there and nip this sort of thing in the bud. If she didn't instill the proper attitude in her pets at the beginning, she'd grow irritated with goodness knows what sort of steps they'd think they could take later. How dare he say that he 'would've' been something to her. He had no right to speak as though he could withhold anything from her. His life, his breath was her's, and she could withhold that from him any moment she wished. But she had said he could ask questions, and so, when he finally seemed to be done with his sad little outburst, she replied: "The simplest answer I can give to you is that I am a cat." resisted adding: You sanctimonious sack of fleas. She shook her head gently, as if teaching a sweet, but painfully ignorant student. "The world is my ball of moss, and I do as I please." She could've said more - explaining the vast, cunning thought process that had led her to evaluate her place in the land of the living and come up with this brilliant idea of hers, but no, in his current, agitated state he would not appreciate it. He had sought to try to say he could've seen her as an equal if she'd spoken with him? It was adorable, but laughable. Who said she ever wanted to be equals? She could humor the dog with good treatment, but in the end, she was in total control. She was a creation who's level was far above his, though his mind perhaps could not understand that. She fixed him with a slanted gaze, choosing to keep her voice even and light. "But yours is not to question why, little bird." He was her's now. He would come when she called, sit when she said, and submit to whatever games she chose, and she would enjoy it emensely. Whether he enjoyed it or not was his own affair. The stark truth of the matter was - that Silverback hated boredom above all things. She craved the common distraction of another's presence, but she truly didn't care about whatever went on their heads. Down in her very core, she was simply a cold, northern cat, a solitary hunter, and an independent queen in every sense of the word. But... she knew that wasn't all that was in there. As far as cats went, she wasn't as nearly as bad as she could be. There were times when she found it in her heart to feel deep remorse over the death of another creature - or delight in their pleasure. She was twisted, mayhaps, but far from unfeeling. |