Meow.

Axelle Napier · 04-22-2012, 01:30 PM

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It has been a while since Axelle actually found herself on Anathema lands, in her den, petting Frex. The once small, young Egyptian Mau had grown more since she acquired him somewhere in the city from a man named Kansas, who was nice enough to share his weed with her. Frex was sitting with her at her stone table. He was on the table and Axelle sat on one of the chairs, which was just a hunk of rock shaped into a stool shape. The young male feline purred loudly as Axelle scratched his cheek and neck lovingly. Frex always stayed in the den, catching rodents and being lazy.

She paused with petting him to scratch her own head, and flip the overgrown hair out of her eyes. Her Mohawk was no longer a Mohawk as she didn’t bother to cut it anymore or style it like it was supposed to have been. It wasn’t newly dyed, and overall just a mess of hair. She was tired of the Mohawk look and was thinking about something else. She saw other wolves with long hair, and was thinking about trying that style out.

Axelle got up from the table, and Frex gave a frustrated purr as he watched her walk away and over to a shelf filled with jars of brownish liquid. She picked a lighter colored one from the end of the shelf and unscrewed the lid. She brought the jar to her lips and took a big gulp, making a scrunched face as the strong, home-made alcohol went down. ”Meowww…”

Apparently Frex wasn’t in the talkative kind of mood today. Axelle understood low-speech, but she didn’t hear any words come out of his mouth the whole time she sat there with him. Just meows. She came back to the table and sat down with her jar. She placed a few inches away from the cat, and Frex began purring lovingly again. He came over to her and rubbed his body along her neck affectionately. For some reason, Axelle was feeling down today. Maybe because Itzal had been absent from her life for so long. By now, though, she should have forgotten about him and moved on, but he stuck in her mind, and stayed where he shouldn’t have. She sighed and continued to pet the cat, ”How have you been, old friend?” She figured she’d try to talk to him, even if he wouldn’t volunteer conversation with her.

The cat continued to purr and rub affectionately on her, but he didn't talk to her. Frex jumped down from the table, and went out into the corridor. Axelle huffed, but followed him. She called after him, "Frex, are you mad at me?" She couldn't understand why if he was... The cat continued down the corridor until he reached the common room; then he jumped up onto one of the wooden tree stumps and began licking his paws clean. Axelle followed, and sat on another stump across from him. She kept an expectant expression as she watched him clean. Frex continued to clean his face and paws, and unexpectantly answered, "You never take me anywhere."

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