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A Snippet about Kytty {by Quillchild}
11 years ago
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High Priestess (and Goddess) Wolthertits of the Holy Order of Fuck Me has an announcement to make!!
Listen up!! The following was written by 
Quillchild regarding my feline character, Kytty.
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Kytty
There were eyes in the trees. Calia stood, as calmly as she could muster, in the middle of it all and breathed. The eyes, not a single uniform color but dusted over in every shade, did not blink. Instead, they stared listlessly and lifelessly, as if they had been painted agaist the dark of the woods. Calia shuddered despite herself.
The wind danced within the species the trees allowed, weaving themselves with their wooded partners until they had crossed the grassy dance floor below. Calia wished she could move that gracefully right out of the snare of the dangerous gazes, but she knew any motion could lead to something. She just wasn’t sure what that something would be.
The sky was ominous enough to imply danger, but this was not some fairytale, Calia figured, where it would turn a bright blue as soon as the danger was gone. She was positive it would linger, whether or not she was beyond the edge of harm.
Suddenly there was a rustling in the void above. Her head had to be commanded by her every ounce not to jolt up to see what it was. Calia, barred down by fear, kept her composure just long enough for a elegant figure to dart into gaze from on high. This was enough for Calia to lose the feeling in her leg, and flop over helplessly onto the forest floor.
Agape, her mouth filtered in a breath, and seemed as if it could not let it out.
“May I ask what brings you here?” The voice lingered like the taste of licorice in the air.
Calia blinked her worry filled eyes twice, as in the darkness a figure started to solidify in her gaze. Feline in form, built beautifully, the creature lunged step by step closer to her, with long graceful strides.
“I’m lost…” Calia was barely loud enough to be heard by anyone, yet it was so still here her message was clear.
“That is apparent to me,” the creature murmured out, still in a dark and sticky voice. “You’ve taken every wrong path in this place, almost as if you knew it would wind you deeper into this place’s core.” Her tail curled against her leg as she stood before Calia, obviously the dominant power in this situation. Calia nearly squeaked under her breath.
“I’m so sorry to be in your territory. I didn’t realize that this was an occupied place. I would have stayed away if I had known it would come as an insult to you”.
“We,” the creature motioned to the eyes above, “are less insulted than curious, actually. We’ve never seen your species around here before.”
“We tend to stay away from the darker parts of the world,” Calia managed to get out.
“You should, Kyttys like me inhabit the shadows, and that’s not something you’d want to encounter to often…”
Kytty /Female/ Feline
The leader of a pack of feral feline-beings in the deeper forests of Boreas. She is an elusive and suave creature with a beautiful form, who doesn’t like to take shit from anyone. Most of the times she is welcoming to those who respect her space or do jobs for her, but if you are her enemy, she will set the pack on you in the span of a blink of her eye. She does not like to deal with rude people, enjoys parties and the romps of the creatures of the woods. Usually she would not speak, she’s a very quiet creature, but what she does say is well thought out.
In the grand cities of Boreas she is known as quite the partier and when seen in a club is a sight to behold for her graceful dancing. Those who know her respect her, those who know of her fear her, those who don’t know her are none the wiser.
Quillchild regarding my feline character, Kytty.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kytty
There were eyes in the trees. Calia stood, as calmly as she could muster, in the middle of it all and breathed. The eyes, not a single uniform color but dusted over in every shade, did not blink. Instead, they stared listlessly and lifelessly, as if they had been painted agaist the dark of the woods. Calia shuddered despite herself.
The wind danced within the species the trees allowed, weaving themselves with their wooded partners until they had crossed the grassy dance floor below. Calia wished she could move that gracefully right out of the snare of the dangerous gazes, but she knew any motion could lead to something. She just wasn’t sure what that something would be.
The sky was ominous enough to imply danger, but this was not some fairytale, Calia figured, where it would turn a bright blue as soon as the danger was gone. She was positive it would linger, whether or not she was beyond the edge of harm.
Suddenly there was a rustling in the void above. Her head had to be commanded by her every ounce not to jolt up to see what it was. Calia, barred down by fear, kept her composure just long enough for a elegant figure to dart into gaze from on high. This was enough for Calia to lose the feeling in her leg, and flop over helplessly onto the forest floor.
Agape, her mouth filtered in a breath, and seemed as if it could not let it out.
“May I ask what brings you here?” The voice lingered like the taste of licorice in the air.
Calia blinked her worry filled eyes twice, as in the darkness a figure started to solidify in her gaze. Feline in form, built beautifully, the creature lunged step by step closer to her, with long graceful strides.
“I’m lost…” Calia was barely loud enough to be heard by anyone, yet it was so still here her message was clear.
“That is apparent to me,” the creature murmured out, still in a dark and sticky voice. “You’ve taken every wrong path in this place, almost as if you knew it would wind you deeper into this place’s core.” Her tail curled against her leg as she stood before Calia, obviously the dominant power in this situation. Calia nearly squeaked under her breath.
“I’m so sorry to be in your territory. I didn’t realize that this was an occupied place. I would have stayed away if I had known it would come as an insult to you”.
“We,” the creature motioned to the eyes above, “are less insulted than curious, actually. We’ve never seen your species around here before.”
“We tend to stay away from the darker parts of the world,” Calia managed to get out.
“You should, Kyttys like me inhabit the shadows, and that’s not something you’d want to encounter to often…”
Kytty /Female/ Feline
The leader of a pack of feral feline-beings in the deeper forests of Boreas. She is an elusive and suave creature with a beautiful form, who doesn’t like to take shit from anyone. Most of the times she is welcoming to those who respect her space or do jobs for her, but if you are her enemy, she will set the pack on you in the span of a blink of her eye. She does not like to deal with rude people, enjoys parties and the romps of the creatures of the woods. Usually she would not speak, she’s a very quiet creature, but what she does say is well thought out.
In the grand cities of Boreas she is known as quite the partier and when seen in a club is a sight to behold for her graceful dancing. Those who know her respect her, those who know of her fear her, those who don’t know her are none the wiser.
