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- Catalyst de Sadira - 06-03-2009 [html] I wanted to post this soon as the Ril'o/Corvus thread came to its climax, so it's actually going to pay to be slow on this just because my threads with Sabeen/Firefly are going slower than expected, so take your time with replying! 300+ The Papaver remained snuggled in the spot where her and her siblings slept in the church, refusing to give way to rise to a brand new day and frolic in nature with her siblings, or do anything that consisted of mischievous puppy nature. The events that happened in the time span that they did, it made her exhausted. Her eyes hurt from tears, her head hurt from crying and wracking her brain, and she didn't have enough energy to rise and go outside today in the blinding daylight. Even the church windows, tall with their stained glass glowing through and casting glorious light and aura in the building was enough to where Catalyst buried her head beneath her paws, and wished that nightfall was already here again. Then again, there was another confrontation. Nightfall brought sleep, sleep brought dreams, dreams sometimes nightmares. Nightmares were obviously not keen to the pup whatsoever, and it seemed that the start of them was just beginning for her these past couple of nights. The rest of her siblings were either outside or around another part of the church today, for Catalyst remained isolated and by herself. If anything, she was trying to catch sleep; sleep the only thing that would make her eyes unweary and cease her head from its consistent throbbing from her tears and trauma. There had been several life changing events that happened to her, the most remarkable and traumatic being the death of the pack's border patrol wolf, whom Catalyst witnessed his death first hand. It was certainly a thought hard to shake from her mind, not to mention the fact that images and actions such as that was something too raw for the eyes of a puppy or a juvenile to behold. Catalyst at the moment finally obtained some form of shut eye, however it was going quite disturbed. Laying upon her side, she tossed and turned in her spot, kicking her hind legs, twitching her ears, and yipping ever so often that one would think that it was a cute spectacle to watch a puppy sleeping and dreaming, although the dreams she was currently having were unfavorable to her at the moment. Sleep simply didn't come easy for this de Sadira at this time and era, and who truly knew how long it would stay this way. [/html] - Cercelee - 06-16-2009 [html]
- Catalyst de Sadira - 06-18-2009 [html]
Sure, it'd probably be better for Catalyst to hear it from Cercelee than someone else at this point. 300+
It was unknown just what dreams were playing in the mind of the small ivory girl, but suddenly the soft nudge from the cold kohl snout of the Rosea nearly jolted Catalyst up; dual eyes flying open, and something of a half gasp, half yelp emitting from her throat. Thankful to have escaped the void of her slumber, but then again not so happy to have been woken up at the point where things were getting intense in her dreams, it took a second for her weary eyes to adjust to the china doll colored lady in front of her. Thankfully it was Miss Cercelee, and not a demon being who harbored empty, black eyes. "Cercelee..." Catalyst softly muttered, smiling a sort of sleepy smile as her tiny maw opened for a long, drawn out yawn. Shaking her head awake, what a dream that had been for her. Her eyes squinted at the soft light that filtered through the glass stained windows, adjusting to the day's brightness within the church. Sitting up to where she was settled on her haunches, another yawn escaped her muzzle as she looked up to the Rosea. It took Catalyst a couple days in to fully adjust to her and her mate, no doubt finding trust a hard thing to come by. However, Cercelee had won her over, and whenever Cercelee was around, she had felt protected, comforted, reassured. All the things that a mother should provide to their pups, Cercelee gave to Catalyst and her siblings. Even while Catalyst missed her mother, she did indeed have somewhat of close feelings for Cercelee. Blinking and looking around, Catalyst had noticed some siblings were not present. Turning back to the blue eyed Rosea, she tilted her head in question. "Where'r the others?" [/html] - Cercelee - 06-26-2009 [html]
- Catalyst de Sadira - 06-26-2009 [html]
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Her ivory jaws formed into an "o" shape, silently admitting the word oh when Cercelee spoke of where Avarice and the brothers had ran off too this morning and for the day. Catalyst wished she too had their energy to get up early and run off to play with them like she didn't have a single care in the world, but things changed now. Everything was different. The more change that was brought about, the more that Catalyst wasn't liking it whatsoever. Maybe it was the fact that life wasn't all sunshine and easy as one thought it was in the beginning; it was all starting to come out to her now, in a shocking and alarming rate. There had been something that made Catalyst upset even more. Catharsis. The last night before, her opposite told Catalyst that she had to run off in search of their mother. Catharsis had a feeling, a really good feeling, that she knew where Anyanka was at. Catalyst didn't know how Catharsis felt such a thing, but she was so sure of herself that it convinced Catalyst enough to where she might as well just knew what she was doing. Catharsis, just like the rest of her siblings, were terribly young yet, and even Catalyst felt some sort of worried nature for her sibling, the one that was considered her worst enemy and best friend in the same. What if the monster puppy eater got to her somewhere out there? Catalyst wouldn't know what to do if anything bad happened to Catharsis, or the rest of her siblings. Hearing as how Cercelee noticed that Catharsis had not returned to the church in two nights, it was news that Catalyst almost didn't want to tell her. For the fact that Miss Cercelee sounded so disappointed about it, maybe Catalyst was afraid that Cercelee would get angry that Catharsis left the way she did. Her ears flattened against her ivory skull, her own voice low. "Miss Cercelee..." Catalyst trailed off at first, not sure of what correct wording to use. There was a deep breath taken, and then the first born spilled it all out on the floor to her. "Catharsis is gone. She left to go look for mom! I told her though that it was dangerous, that there's monster puppy eaters an' monsters an' things with black eyes an' things that'll drink your blood an' terrible creatures an' that mommy isn't really here anymore an' that she doesn't care about us anymore an' that she's gone for good an' it's not my fault I swear it isn't I told her not to go i'm so sorry Miss Cercelee I didn' say anything!" That was a huge run on sentence for Catalyst, in which she didn't stop talking until she felt as if her lungs were going to explode. When falling silent, she was then anxious to hear what Cercelee was to say about all the quick information given to her in one long sentence. [/html] - Cercelee - 07-15-2009 [html]
- Catalyst de Sadira - 07-21-2009 [html] http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/4598 ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 400+ Catalyst breathed out a heavy, long snort from her nose. Perhaps there was a feeling of almost envy within Catalyst for Catharsis leaving out all on her own, without the supervision and guidance of an adult to hold her paw along the way, but Catharsis just decided to up and leave without anyone, not even one of her own siblings to tag along. Catalyst wanted to go as well, but then again there was a feeling within the pit of her soul that told her to hold back here. There were her other siblings that needed each other too, and for one more to leave and abandon the rest like mother did, it would only make the entire scenario worse for everyone. Catalyst was the first born of the litter, and had a duty in her heart to uphold. To not be the person that her mother was, not to her siblings, not to her guardians, not to those who mattered most to her. If she did such a thing, it would make her seem like a hypocrite, and only as bad as her mother was as a person. Catalyst couldn't, wouldn't hold a reputation like that. There were others who needed her here, and she needed them just as much in return. Miss Cercelee's words were gentle, understanding. Did she really understand, though? Miss Cercelee had her way of making things right, making things seem like there was really nothing bad or evil that existed in the world. She was like a sanctuary herself that Catalyst could come back to, and in her care and support would feel such goodness and purity radiate from her. That was what she liked best of her guardian, that there was always something good in everything, and that she could always see some sort of goodness in things that were not so good. Hopefully Catalyst would grow up to be an individual just like Cercelee one day. Miss Cercelee reassured once again that it wasn't Catalyst's fault for what happened thus far, and even while Catalyst did feel a sense of guilt (especially for going out to the borders when she was told not to by Cwmfen), Cercelee made it seem like it was nothing to worry about at this point. The past is the past, the future is now, and what mattered now was what was going on in the present. When her guardian asked her how she really felt, there was a disdained look upon her dual eyes, in which her head then shook indignantly. "I... don' know. Tired, confused, scared." She said with a sigh following suit, then continued. "You know nightmares? Tha's how things feel right now... a never-ending nightmare." That was pretty much the only thing the weary pup could say. "How... how are you, Miss Cercelee?" It would be rude of her to not ask a similar question in return, for she cared just as much for her guardian as her guardian cared for her. - Cercelee - 07-28-2009 [html]
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