Cat And Mouse

Orin Takekuro · 01-13-2011, 05:54 PM

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Orin had hardly set foot outside of her bookstore since the fight with Sky. It wasn't that she was afraid... Or at least, not afraid of Sky. She had seen it in the woman's eyes, that moment when the hate melted out of her and she realized how childish they were acting. But the fight and the events surrounding it had led to Orin's great embarrassment, the emotional woman was traumatized by it and had delved into a depression fraught with worry and anxiety. She did not want anyone to come see her, and for the first day had barricaded the entrances to her bookstore so she would not have to talk to anyone. She sent everyone away, refusing to open the doors. But her fortitude and commitment to loneliness did not last long, and the next day she had moved the blockades.

Now she sat in her room upstairs, perched upon the cot that served as her bed during the winter until she could find or make a better one. Several books lay strewn about her, all dropped in a moment of frustration and the woman had not bothered to pick them back up. She was not reading now for she could not concentrate. When all was said and done, she was already getting cabin fever. But she wanted to be stubborn, she wanted everyone to know that something was wrong and that she was upset with the world.

With a flustered sigh the woman stood up and moved to her window and opened the shutters. She looked out at the shopping square, littered in glistening snow. Yep, it still looked just like she remembered it; nothing much changed in the hours she had locked herself up. Her ears twitched when she heard a peculiar bleating sound, and her eyes followed the noise. There she spotted her friend Mars being nudged by a wooly stock animal, and then reeling from it, snubbing the friendly creature and walking away. Walking toward her store.

She told herself she did not want any visitors, but of course she had been lying. She especially would not be banishing her friend Mars. She quickly moved over to the wall mirror and checked herself. Yes, she looked as awful as she felt. Her fur was disheveled, but at least her mane was a permanent dread-lock mess and could not look any “worse”. Mars's voice echoed up the stairwell, muted by the closed door. She turned around and looked at her shoulder in the mirror, the blood clots dark now. She still needed to treat the scratches but did not have medical supplies here, and they were not in a place she could reach even in Lupus form. She brushed at them but the clots weren't going anywhere, and she became more concerned with the footsteps below.

She moved to the doorway, opened the bedroom door and descended halfway down the staircase. “Mars,” she breathed as if in relief, though she had known it was him already. “I'm glad you're here. You won't believe what happened... Actually, you probably already know, don't you?”

Her eyebrows pinched together with worry. The gossip had certainly spread through the pack like wildfire by now.

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