Male
22
Even though I've escaped the wilderness of oblivion I still can't remember Every time I trace my memory I lose sight of it in the same place I fall into repetitions of the same thing Over and over again Now that I've been reborn, I wander even more let us end this By our own action
It was only yesterday his life took a different turn of event. Heavy rain in the evening encouraged him to stay with the blonde lady for a night, and the decision he made was one of the few that he has ever felt happy and satisfied with. He was more than comfortable sleeping on the wooden floor near the fireplace. With few layers of folded blankets as his bed, he was more than comfortable to turn into a cat and curled himself on the warm and thick materials.
He slept peacefully for the night.
Distant sound of claws made by roosters made the young strain grumbled in his sleep. It has been awhile since he could have good rest, like this. Most of the time he would have to keep his guard on and stay cautions even when he was sleeping. His tail began to pat the ground, as if it has its own mind. It flapped and patted the mattress in rhythm of sort, and slowly, Lafayel opened his eyes. He was not all intense like he normally would, as he knew he was in a safe place, for now.
No, he would like not to think about it.
At least, for not, he wanted to enjoy the peace he has in his hand right now- not just the peace, but also the warmth and care that seemed so foreign to him, who used to be loved and cherished when he was four.
Birds chirped outside the warm and sweet home. He raised his muzzle and yawned as wide as to his satisfaction. He got up and started stretching, purring as he did. Red eyes scanned through the dim compartment in the house, adjusting to the darkness so he could move easily without staggering on things and wake up the lady who was still sleeping. Yes, it was a fortunate event that she was alone in the house. Okay, maybe it was not right for a young man and a young lady so be alone together in a house but, he has high respect for women. They were angels, or a mother-like in this situation.
Shadow of the cat slowly morphed and grew larger into a form of a man bending down with his knees on the floor. He rose his head, cat ears twitched and his eyes opened and looked at the kitchen. Not caring how inappropriate he might look in just an over-sized shirt covering him from top to his knees, he decided to head to the food haven in the house and started grabbing utensils.
He wanted to prepare breakfast for them both and yes, he can cook and he was extremely happy that he wanted to cook.
He slept peacefully for the night.
Distant sound of claws made by roosters made the young strain grumbled in his sleep. It has been awhile since he could have good rest, like this. Most of the time he would have to keep his guard on and stay cautions even when he was sleeping. His tail began to pat the ground, as if it has its own mind. It flapped and patted the mattress in rhythm of sort, and slowly, Lafayel opened his eyes. He was not all intense like he normally would, as he knew he was in a safe place, for now.
No, he would like not to think about it.
At least, for not, he wanted to enjoy the peace he has in his hand right now- not just the peace, but also the warmth and care that seemed so foreign to him, who used to be loved and cherished when he was four.
Birds chirped outside the warm and sweet home. He raised his muzzle and yawned as wide as to his satisfaction. He got up and started stretching, purring as he did. Red eyes scanned through the dim compartment in the house, adjusting to the darkness so he could move easily without staggering on things and wake up the lady who was still sleeping. Yes, it was a fortunate event that she was alone in the house. Okay, maybe it was not right for a young man and a young lady so be alone together in a house but, he has high respect for women. They were angels, or a mother-like in this situation.
Shadow of the cat slowly morphed and grew larger into a form of a man bending down with his knees on the floor. He rose his head, cat ears twitched and his eyes opened and looked at the kitchen. Not caring how inappropriate he might look in just an over-sized shirt covering him from top to his knees, he decided to head to the food haven in the house and started grabbing utensils.
He wanted to prepare breakfast for them both and yes, he can cook and he was extremely happy that he wanted to cook.
SANIBELLE GREENWOOD, new day!
Female
