On a silent, blindingly bright day the first rays of dawn shined through the gaping mouth of a massive cave. The blinding presence was awfully annoying, not to mention it barging in a room like that of a merciless burgular.
In response to it a young, naked, dirt, pieces of leaves and clumps of moss covered shapeshifter known as Silent feather or Akitra awoke, shielding his squinting, overwhelmed eyes from the beyond bright light with a hand. It was like a dancing flame, not caring about who it woke up. It was the nature of the rude sun but he chose not to mumble, it was not in his nature to dwell on those that would annoy anyone. .
He was taught better than that.
He got up to his bare, petite size feet with a gentle, softly sigh as to not startle or awaken his slumbering husband. He yawned, revealing sharp teeth, stretching all four of his human like limbs as if praising a new day. Which he was.
He was considered a defect in the eyes of God but he was able to stand up like a human would. And so was his mate.
He gathered himself for the day.
After washing and grooming his body with his long, bubble gum colored tongue he did his tasks. He was looking at himself in the large pond that he made as a large hole inside of the cave. Later, he returned to his lover, sleeping for a while before getting to tasks for that morning. He got to work, keeping himself focused on hunting for the day.
As the day progressed to the evening he was finished with each, smiling in relief. He looked in the waterfall that was in the cave, humming softly to himself. He decorated his fur with armor from two colors that represented her clan, ivory and gold, smiling when finished, feeling relaxed in both mentality, spiritual or physical. Acting dead, he laid down and slept, dreaming, positive thoughts, preparing himself for a new battle on the horizon.
He then left the cave with him, summoning his group of other cat-like shapeshifters to join him.
He laid down beside his mortally wounded with bitemarks, claw slashed, broken bones, slowly and agonizingly passing away husband and slept, dreaming, positive thoughts, preparing himself for a new battle. He crled beside his passed away mate, gently nuzzling his neck with his black muzzle. Sadly soon he would perish with his whole entire platoon.
In response to it a young, naked, dirt, pieces of leaves and clumps of moss covered shapeshifter known as Silent feather or Akitra awoke, shielding his squinting, overwhelmed eyes from the beyond bright light with a hand. It was like a dancing flame, not caring about who it woke up. It was the nature of the rude sun but he chose not to mumble, it was not in his nature to dwell on those that would annoy anyone. .
He was taught better than that.
He got up to his bare, petite size feet with a gentle, softly sigh as to not startle or awaken his slumbering husband. He yawned, revealing sharp teeth, stretching all four of his human like limbs as if praising a new day. Which he was.
He was considered a defect in the eyes of God but he was able to stand up like a human would. And so was his mate.
He gathered himself for the day.
After washing and grooming his body with his long, bubble gum colored tongue he did his tasks. He was looking at himself in the large pond that he made as a large hole inside of the cave. Later, he returned to his lover, sleeping for a while before getting to tasks for that morning. He got to work, keeping himself focused on hunting for the day.
As the day progressed to the evening he was finished with each, smiling in relief. He looked in the waterfall that was in the cave, humming softly to himself. He decorated his fur with armor from two colors that represented her clan, ivory and gold, smiling when finished, feeling relaxed in both mentality, spiritual or physical. Acting dead, he laid down and slept, dreaming, positive thoughts, preparing himself for a new battle on the horizon.
He then left the cave with him, summoning his group of other cat-like shapeshifters to join him.
He laid down beside his mortally wounded with bitemarks, claw slashed, broken bones, slowly and agonizingly passing away husband and slept, dreaming, positive thoughts, preparing himself for a new battle. He crled beside his passed away mate, gently nuzzling his neck with his black muzzle. Sadly soon he would perish with his whole entire platoon.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.