07-21-2009, 01:40 PM
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Libri, feel free to verbally rip me to shreds for my delay in this. .___. I think though we should probably wrap this up in a couple more posts, yeah?
Catalyst's sentiment held a similar process like a churning thunderstorm inside of her; the rains suddenly fell hard, with the clashing of lightning and the thunderous resonance of thunder within her, and then, after the chaos of the storm, came the gentle rain and the clearing of the clouds. This was unlike a process within her that she experienced before, due to the fact that when Catalyst was angry, she stayed angry. This, however, was different. She was beginning to see things in an entire new light, beginning to see the tawny boy in a new light. Truth be told, he was apparently just as misplaced with some things in the world like she was, and was only trying to figure it out along the way, despite the fact that there were several episodes to where one had to step up and defend themselves, whether it was for right or wrong, or for some selfish reason. Catalyst understood this completely.
From anger, the two were beginning to become flustered with one another's presence. Catalyst could feel the slight hint of it within her soul, something akin to the fluttering of butterflies that Conor felt within his stomach, but with her, it was something like a prickling feeling she could perceive underneath her alabaster pelt, which made her ivory follicles rise with the delightful chills. They were chills to where it made one feel oddly cold, but chills that were pleasant. Then again, Catalyst wasn't even sure if it was chills she was feeling; all she knew was that something from this boy reverberated a much hidden gentle, vulnerable spirit, and she was becoming recessive of such. Maybe a bit too recessive of this, but feeling this way because there was quite possibly no other soul in this world (or, in 'Souls rather) who had shared something of a similar situation like the boy did with her. Kindred spirits they were in this moment.
It was then he asked a question that slightly jarred her off guard from the previous scenario that played between them. Friends. Catalyst didn't think such a word existed in her life at this point, seeing as how friends only applied to her siblings, and nobody else. Everyone else was just an outsider. Yet, Conor was giving her this opportunity to redeem both of their actions by uniting as allies for one another. Her heart suddenly skipped, enthralled by the idea of friends with one another. Friendship, she was not used to such a thing, but you only live once, and was willing to take the risk for the boy who took a hard blow right to her center mass. "Yes."</style> It was a simple, firm reply, but one that wore a delicate, fine smile across her ivory muzzle. Friends. Catalyst oddly liked that word at the instant.
Libri, feel free to verbally rip me to shreds for my delay in this. .___. I think though we should probably wrap this up in a couple more posts, yeah?
Catalyst's sentiment held a similar process like a churning thunderstorm inside of her; the rains suddenly fell hard, with the clashing of lightning and the thunderous resonance of thunder within her, and then, after the chaos of the storm, came the gentle rain and the clearing of the clouds. This was unlike a process within her that she experienced before, due to the fact that when Catalyst was angry, she stayed angry. This, however, was different. She was beginning to see things in an entire new light, beginning to see the tawny boy in a new light. Truth be told, he was apparently just as misplaced with some things in the world like she was, and was only trying to figure it out along the way, despite the fact that there were several episodes to where one had to step up and defend themselves, whether it was for right or wrong, or for some selfish reason. Catalyst understood this completely.
From anger, the two were beginning to become flustered with one another's presence. Catalyst could feel the slight hint of it within her soul, something akin to the fluttering of butterflies that Conor felt within his stomach, but with her, it was something like a prickling feeling she could perceive underneath her alabaster pelt, which made her ivory follicles rise with the delightful chills. They were chills to where it made one feel oddly cold, but chills that were pleasant. Then again, Catalyst wasn't even sure if it was chills she was feeling; all she knew was that something from this boy reverberated a much hidden gentle, vulnerable spirit, and she was becoming recessive of such. Maybe a bit too recessive of this, but feeling this way because there was quite possibly no other soul in this world (or, in 'Souls rather) who had shared something of a similar situation like the boy did with her. Kindred spirits they were in this moment.
It was then he asked a question that slightly jarred her off guard from the previous scenario that played between them. Friends. Catalyst didn't think such a word existed in her life at this point, seeing as how friends only applied to her siblings, and nobody else. Everyone else was just an outsider. Yet, Conor was giving her this opportunity to redeem both of their actions by uniting as allies for one another. Her heart suddenly skipped, enthralled by the idea of friends with one another. Friendship, she was not used to such a thing, but you only live once, and was willing to take the risk for the boy who took a hard blow right to her center mass. "Yes."</style> It was a simple, firm reply, but one that wore a delicate, fine smile across her ivory muzzle. Friends. Catalyst oddly liked that word at the instant.