Pussyfooting part 2
Posted: 02 Mar 2018, 18:03
A gentle wind swept across the slightly rough grass of the park. The cat considered Thornside part of ‘her’ territory and prowled it at will. The breeze was deceptive. Within it held a hint of a coming storm in the distance, but for now it was nothing more than a pleasant late winter evening. A few people passing along– heading home after long days or heading out to meet with others. A tranquil night.
Except for the cat.
Her eyes were glued to the sky above. Her back was arched and the fur on her body bristled as she stood poised ready to fight. Her mouth opened as a loud screech of defiance escaped her. Her eyes could see far more than a human (or vampire) ever could. The Creator was most kind to her kind in this respect. All anyone on 2 legs saw was a black sky with occasional dots of white peppered in.
But the cat saw a firestorm.
She had become used to the sight in the past. It was smaller then, but now it had grown swiftly. It pulsed with renewed energy as if it were alive. Perhaps it was in it’s own way. The two legs who half understood this called it ‘The Rift’. Her own ‘person’ used the term ‘Nexus’. All had ides as to what exactly it was, but none of them had the depths of perception the cat’s eyes gave it. If a thinking person could see through her eyes they might formulate a perfect answer, but humans were blind and the cat worked on instinct and not (supposed) rational thought.
Her eyes and instincts had led her to find the small ones that once appeared in various spots and the overall presence of the large one had become a constant, but this?
Some gut feeling in the cat screamed. This was wrong. Dangerous. It was getting larger now.
A scream broke the feline’s concentration. A woman was running through the park as if her life was in peril. The cat had seen such sights in the past. Humans always preyed upon each other, but somehow this was different.
The sound of a twig snapping caused the beast to spin around. The cat yowled a warning as the zombie advanced towards her. She knew these things. Sometimes when she played in what the 2 legs called the ‘QZ’ she tormented them out of sheer boredom. They were 2 legs, but not. Their inner lights had gone out but still moved as if alive. They were ‘wrong’ (the simplest way the animal could classify them) but harmless as long as one kept their wits and distance.
The cat tensed up as the thing reached down to grab her, then darted between its legs once it had committed to bending over. The zombie’s lack of thought and reaction time did the rest as it fell face first into the grass and began struggling to get back to its feet. The cat paused to hiss a warning before bounding off. Now see saw what the woman was fleeing from. There were more of them lumbering about. Sever males were trying to keep one in place, while another had allowed themselves to be cornered. That one screamed as he was bitten. She had seen this too in the past. Once bitten, their inner light would blink out eventually.
The cat moved like a guided missile. Deftly avoiding the zombies with ease.
This was not her problem. ‘HOME’ screamed in her brain as she left to confines of the park. The cat moved swiftly till she found her path blocked again. This one was new to her, but similar. To the 2 legs, this was a Mooncalf. To her, it was another mindless lump. All appetite, muscle and rage but zero brains. The cat planted it’s feet and shrieked a challenge, much as it did with Fadebeasts in the past. The creature looked down in confusion. It was used to larger prey to fight and devour, so this tiny bit of black fury before it was something new. It flinched as it reached out to grab the new thing, only to have its skin pricked and scratched. The cat yowled again as it watched the gigantic idiot try and puzzle things out.
“WHAT THE ****?”
Both cat and calf turned in response as several people stepped out of one of the buildings and saw the bizarre face off in progress. The Mooncalf roared as it saw more normal prey before it. One of the two legs pulled a gun out and began to shoot. In the ensuing chaos, the cat darted away.
Wrong! Wrong! WRONG!
The impression kept hammering away at the cat’s mind as it entered the Westwal district. The colors in the sky. Zombies and other things in the streets. HERE! It was WRONG.
And dangerous. To all.
Except for the cat.
Her eyes were glued to the sky above. Her back was arched and the fur on her body bristled as she stood poised ready to fight. Her mouth opened as a loud screech of defiance escaped her. Her eyes could see far more than a human (or vampire) ever could. The Creator was most kind to her kind in this respect. All anyone on 2 legs saw was a black sky with occasional dots of white peppered in.
But the cat saw a firestorm.
She had become used to the sight in the past. It was smaller then, but now it had grown swiftly. It pulsed with renewed energy as if it were alive. Perhaps it was in it’s own way. The two legs who half understood this called it ‘The Rift’. Her own ‘person’ used the term ‘Nexus’. All had ides as to what exactly it was, but none of them had the depths of perception the cat’s eyes gave it. If a thinking person could see through her eyes they might formulate a perfect answer, but humans were blind and the cat worked on instinct and not (supposed) rational thought.
Her eyes and instincts had led her to find the small ones that once appeared in various spots and the overall presence of the large one had become a constant, but this?
Some gut feeling in the cat screamed. This was wrong. Dangerous. It was getting larger now.
A scream broke the feline’s concentration. A woman was running through the park as if her life was in peril. The cat had seen such sights in the past. Humans always preyed upon each other, but somehow this was different.
The sound of a twig snapping caused the beast to spin around. The cat yowled a warning as the zombie advanced towards her. She knew these things. Sometimes when she played in what the 2 legs called the ‘QZ’ she tormented them out of sheer boredom. They were 2 legs, but not. Their inner lights had gone out but still moved as if alive. They were ‘wrong’ (the simplest way the animal could classify them) but harmless as long as one kept their wits and distance.
The cat tensed up as the thing reached down to grab her, then darted between its legs once it had committed to bending over. The zombie’s lack of thought and reaction time did the rest as it fell face first into the grass and began struggling to get back to its feet. The cat paused to hiss a warning before bounding off. Now see saw what the woman was fleeing from. There were more of them lumbering about. Sever males were trying to keep one in place, while another had allowed themselves to be cornered. That one screamed as he was bitten. She had seen this too in the past. Once bitten, their inner light would blink out eventually.
The cat moved like a guided missile. Deftly avoiding the zombies with ease.
This was not her problem. ‘HOME’ screamed in her brain as she left to confines of the park. The cat moved swiftly till she found her path blocked again. This one was new to her, but similar. To the 2 legs, this was a Mooncalf. To her, it was another mindless lump. All appetite, muscle and rage but zero brains. The cat planted it’s feet and shrieked a challenge, much as it did with Fadebeasts in the past. The creature looked down in confusion. It was used to larger prey to fight and devour, so this tiny bit of black fury before it was something new. It flinched as it reached out to grab the new thing, only to have its skin pricked and scratched. The cat yowled again as it watched the gigantic idiot try and puzzle things out.
“WHAT THE ****?”
Both cat and calf turned in response as several people stepped out of one of the buildings and saw the bizarre face off in progress. The Mooncalf roared as it saw more normal prey before it. One of the two legs pulled a gun out and began to shoot. In the ensuing chaos, the cat darted away.
Wrong! Wrong! WRONG!
The impression kept hammering away at the cat’s mind as it entered the Westwal district. The colors in the sky. Zombies and other things in the streets. HERE! It was WRONG.
And dangerous. To all.