| 6-15-09; Like Ballerinas [Unfinished] [V]; Pythonflight + Snakestrike | |
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| Mirrorface | Jun 15 2009, 01:30 PM Post #1 |
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Violence-d for gorey description of dead things (and obscure Avatar references) but it's not that bad. Pythonflight lay between some rocks. Like much of the land, they were gray, oh so gray. This whole land was empty and sand and dust and the perfect canvas for the rogue's art. Behind him was a stash, a rank-smelling stash that he was never able to leave for long because he couldn't bury them. They would loose their shine and shimmer and that would be oh so bad.The tom couldn't just leave them there because the scavengers would eat them because his stash was like a butcher's shop. Half-eaten rabbit corpses and rotting rats and bats and snakes skinned alive and lizards with no heads. Some of the bodies were unidentifiable through the blood and tearing and darkness. The tom had spent the last few days collecting some pretty pretty bodies to dance for him, dance across the sand like ballerinas in the books and on the screen but they'd be captured to dance over and over for the cat who would play and watch and dance with them. One by one he would drag something into the light and shake it in his teeth beneath the loving Gods as they watched and danced with them. Eventually, Python would settle the corpse and pose it against the sand. A bat's rib with a rat's skull and serpentine vertebrae with the skin still there. The rotting bacteria were oh so colorful and they added this gleam like multi-colored paint on the tip of a brush, ready to color the world a new shade or hue. It would be magnifiscant! Snakestrike appeared. The cat glanced to the right then the left. Seemed okay here. Snake took a couple of steps into the terra. She sighed and pawed at the ground in mere boredom. If she were going to settle here, she might as well look around. Tawny sand beneath her feet had a little bit of the sun's strength within each tiny rock. In other words, it was hot. Ash colored boulders over looked the scene, leaning, as if they were picking a fight. Broken branches surrounded her. This wasn't bad. Just as she sighed in relief, she spotted another cat. A dark brown colored tom. Interesting. This place was inhabited. The reek of several dead corpses attacked her nose. What was this? Snake sniffed again. Wow. There had to be at least twenty dead things all mashed up. Was this the tom's food bank or a toy bin? Even thought it was disgusting to smell the dead, Snake couldn't help, but feel interested. Feeling confident, she stepped forward. "Nice collection you have there." she said politely. "Couldn't help but notice all these creatures, what do you plan to do with them?" Pythonflight barely reacted the the female's sneaky sneaky self-insertion into the tom's affairs. It happened often enough that he wasn't really frightened by them even though he was usually so wrapped up in his fabulous artwork like he was right noh shit, that left half of a gray tabby's face didn't belong there. He'd found this dead cat, right? It was a tom, grey and pretty with amber eyes and oh so pretty and he just had to skin it. He'd fucked up and was only able to save the left half of the cat's face. On second thought, he wasn't quite sure if the gray cat had really been dead or not but that was trivial because it didn't go next to the bird's half-eaten wing, it went between the rabbit skull and the broken fox skull without the muzzle part. The macabre thing was soon becoming art. Sick, twisted art, but that was how the feline worked. "It's art, my friend, art," proclaimed the tom, not even looking at the she-cat but that was okay because this snake could curl around that pile of vertebrae like a mother protecting her babies and it was so symbolic and magnifiscant. "Come, come," The rogue's beckons were accentuated with a waving of his paw, which was covered in blood and dirt and that squishy stuff that was flesh but had been sitting in the sun for a month and was rancid with bacteria. "look at it from this angle, watch them dance like the angels in the heavens with no thoughts, no cares!" It was not nearly his best work, but it was pretty, oh so pretty. Snakestrike obeyed and stepped forward. To this tom, these corpses were a form of art he came up with. It was unusual, but intriguing. Snake looked at the dancing figures and watched their bones and flesh sway from movement. The forms had their sinister aura, but it was cool. Who would've have thought leftover kills could do such wonders? "So you killed all of these things?" she asked, staring at the swaying bones. It was a dumb question, but Snake couldn't figure out what else to say. Pythonflight walked around the pile of death, it was so so pretty with the mice posed around the hawk and the faces and the nameless dancers who would soon be eaten but that was okay because everything ate everything else like the plants ate the sun and the sun ate the sky but the moon would come and eat everything and leave it black, black, black. The tomcat worked with corpses, he was used to his art, like sand patterns in the sand in the books with the shiny pages and pretty colors, they were not permanent and could never be. "I found most of them, all alone, lonely and doomed but now they're together and happy and dancing." Dancing like the souls of the happy animals that fluttered and flew around, grinning like madcats but still of happy. Snakestrike nodded. "Well it puts them to use. That's a good thing." Snake watched the dancing figures and wondered if any one else thought this up. Probaly not. This was definitely a one-of-a-kind sort of thing. The grim faced of these dead things surrounded her head. You would have to look and use the imagination you have in order to see happiness. Snake eyed them and then glanced at the tom. "Where are you from?" she asked, not really sure if she even knew what anywhere was. She was a stranger in this area, trying to start a new life, away from her family. Snake may be young, but she thought she was more than ready to take on the beyond. The world was her home for now. Pythonflight sat at some point, though he wasn't sure when, but he sat and looked and looked and smiled. It was good. The tom jumped to the top of a boulder and looked at the scene below. "I'm from nowhere, where the sky shines gray and the houses are too large for the families but they like it because it makes them feel bigger!" prclaimed the tom, leaning on his hind paws and waving with his front. His tail writhed behind him, keeping his balance while adding to the I'm-out-of-my-mind effect that Python was emitting quite strongly today. His blue nylon bracelet shone with the ivory teeth and claws protruding from it's fibers. How pretty. Snakestrike smiled back. "Sounds familiar. It's probably what humans call a "city" The skys are always gray with filth from man." It disgusted Snake. Humans were destroying the world through their oblivious nature. They are not aware of any animal suffering, or maybe they don't care. Man is a powerful force that had to be stopped, but in order for that to happen, something as strong as a human or stronger, must face this terrible threat. Snake hated man for what he had done. It was why she left the city. To live in the wild with other creatures wanting to escape man as well. "I came from a city." she admitted. " Where man rules the entire world." she added with disgust. Pythonflight giggled, a toothy grin lying like a tiger below his lazy eyes. Calm as could be, the animal seemed strange indeed. "No, no, it was the countrysuburbs whatever they call them but the skies were gray with silver clouds like the bleached bones of the dead things that glittered and gleamed." The tom couldn't help but chortle at the she-cat closed-minded view of the world. Sure there were shitty gray cities made my man, but that didn't mean that every cat that knew what a house was had to be from those places. "The house was huge, and nice smelling with dark maroon and subtle tan and stark ivory and aqua and it was pretty and pretty and the Madam loved her trinkets and the Mister would smoke like a fireplace and that was okay because they let me take a shit on a rug to prove to the seller that it wasn't worth anything." Good times, eh? |
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