Life and How to Live It

Edgar · 09-01-2012, 10:35 AM

ooc: anybody can join and I honestly don't care how long it gets or how many people join Smile

make sure to read Edgar's profile so you're not all confused about him!

Edgar sat on the beach with his notepad in hand. His feathered friend gently landed on the soft sand and sat next to him. She stared blankly with her beady black eyes out at the ocean. The strong smell of the ocean filled Edgar's lungs. He closed his eyes for a moment and slowly opened them. The boy picked up his pen and began to draw what he saw before him, the massive blue body of water and the beautiful pink and white sunrise. That moment shivers went down his spine at how breathtaking it was. It was a little on the chillier side too, so chilly that he had felt tempted to start a small fire so that he could warm up a bit. As he was drawing, he smiled at the thought of having plenty of more days left in his life to spend like this; it made him feel very grateful. It wasn't often that Edgar found nice places to sit and draw like this; usually all he came across was trees and faint scents of other forest animals. He was not sure if he should stay here for a while or keep exploring the area. Now the artist began to add small, intricate details to his drawing; soon it would become another masterpiece made by him.

Element · 09-03-2012, 11:12 AM

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hey there! Smile

Another stretch out into the forested and beachy areas of the south wasn't uncommon for the feline now, and it was quite welcomed, along with the cooler weather they were experiencing. He trotted out of the forest with ease, ending up on the moor, where the beaches and sands overtook the undergrowth and thick, crowded trees of Ethereal Eclipse.

He caught a scent upon the wind, there, and heard a slight sound that was out of place with the crashing waves and waving trees. The scent was canine; he followed the scent, wondering who was out on that day, and why they did not smell of any of the... 'packs' that surrounded the area.

It wasn't long before he saw the brilliant red fur of a dog, sitting on the beach. He looked different from the abundance of wolves and coyotes that populated the area, and Element padded up to him, curious as cats are. He stopped only a few feet away from the dog, parallel to him so that the canine could see him, but only just out of the corner of his eye.

Edgar · 09-03-2012, 02:21 PM

ooc: Thanks for joining in Smile

Just as he added that last detail to his drawing, the luperci caught the scent of a strange creature nearby. The scent smelled like something he had been around back when he lived at the barn with his family. Just as he was trying to think of what it was, the creature sat down by him. Edgar turned toward it and then realized what it was. A cat! There was a small family of cats that had lived in the barn too, but they never got along that well with his other relatives and family members. The only dog that the cats got along with was Edgar. They even let him witness the mother cat give birth. A few weeks after the kittens were born, the mother nudged one of the kittens toward Edgar; it was the smallest of the litter and she was letting him keep it. So the dog took the kitten along with him and slept with it that night, but when he woke up that morning the scent of a dead cat was in the air. He later found out that day that his father had killed it. Thinking that it was Edgar who killed her baby, the mother went over to him the next night while he was sleeping and scratched him. Hopefully this cat wouldn't scratch him. The boy then stuck out his hand to scratch gently behind the feline's ears; he had remembered that his little kitten had liked that.

Element · 09-03-2012, 04:04 PM

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He saw the orange dog recognize that he was there, although more slowly than a normal wolf or dog would - he had turned towards him almost too late, although Element was not being sneaky or silent by any means. Perhaps he was hard of hearing? Either way, Element retained his composure as recognition sparked in the dog's mind; perhaps he didn't see many cats, and recognized Element as one.

The dog reached out towards Element, and the sable shaded feline tensed, preparing to run away. However, he was met with a pleasant, scratching sensation behind his ears, and Element relaxed once more. He began to purr, moving closer to the canine who could scratch where Element could not, rubbing his back against his arm.

Edgar · 09-03-2012, 04:50 PM

The lone canine smiled as he saw that the cat seemed to enjoy being pet by him. After the black feline rubbed his back against his arm, he started petting his back. A gentle breeze blew by, turning the page of Edgar's notebook to the page where he and a female luperci named Vladislava had both written on. The top of the page was in the young male's handwriting and it explained how he couldn't hear what she was saying because he was deaf. Edgar noticed how the cat's body seemed to be vibrating just a bit as he was petting him; the Britanny understood this as the animal being happy. His goose curiously made her way toward the cat and stuck her head out toward it, preparing to nip it. Fortunately, Edgar caught her in the act of doing this and picked her up, gently placing her back on the other side of him. A few moments later the goose fell asleep. The page was still turned to the one with the luperci's conversation he had had yesterday; the words were able to be read by the cat that was by him. Edgar then wondered if this cat could sense that there was something different about him, or if it wasn't as intelligent as a canine and wandered over here just out of curiousity.

Element · 09-03-2012, 06:17 PM

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Element arched his back, enjoying being petted immensely by the dog. He hadn't been petted before, not much - most canines he met had spoken to him, and he had spoken back. He made no effort to speak now, for he did not need to - he was content at the moment, thinking nothing of the future or past.

He was distracted when he heard the sounds of pages flipping. Turning around to see what the sound was, he saw a book, with scratches on it - not quite the uniform print of a library book, but the scrawl of handwriting from Luperci and humans, before they died out. He cocked his head, rubbing his sides against the man as he read it; it seemed to be a conversation of sorts between two Luperci, and one explained that he could not hear, or speak.

It explained why he had noticed Element so late. Element turned away from the man, scratching away his paws in the sand. Finally, he turned so that the man could see what he etched in the dirt; it read, "My name is Element."

Edgar · 09-06-2012, 05:17 PM

When the cat began to walk away from him as he continued to scratch his back, he looked toward him to see what he was doing. The dog watched as he dragged his claws in the sand. What on earth was he doing? A few moments later, when the feline had finished scratching at the sand, the spaniel then realized what it was that he was doing. Edgar was shocked, the small animal had written him a message! After he had read it, he quickly took out his pencil and scribbled back a reply onto his notepad, which already had a collection of conversations with other luperci, that read: I didn't know cats were so intelligent. What else can you do? The yearling then placed his notepad in front of the strange black animal so that he could read it. Edgar then began to wonder if the cats he had lived with, back by the barn, were also literate. If they were, then why hadn't they talked to him? Could it be that it was only this cat that could read and write? The male wasn't sure, so he watched the cat to see if he would answer his question.

Element · 09-08-2012, 08:26 PM

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The ebony feline smiled as the dog looked slightly bewildered for a moment - even the deaf, he supposed, were surprised at Element's ability to communicate with the higher predators of the land. The dog had hands, so it was far easier and took less time for him to scratch out a message to the cat; Element was sure that his ability to speak was far greater than his ability to write, with the lack of hands making it harder to etch legible sentences in the sand.

He quickly read the note that the dog passed him and then wiped the sand clean, pain-stakingly beginning to write yet another note; it was difficult to write, he realized as he used his entire paw to mark out large letters in the sand. His paws were for hunting and walking and grooming, not for the smooth movements of writing - but he finally finished, and in shaky, slightly sloppy lettering, the sand read, "Can't write well, but I like reading. I live in a library - where did you learn to write?"

Edgar · 09-09-2012, 10:54 AM

The artist read the message in the moist sand, it was very difficult to read. He thought about what he had been asked. When did he start to learn how to read? That was an interesting question for him. Since his family had no idea that he was deaf, they thought he wasn't able to learn and never really taught him to read. It was a wolf with a name that Edgar could not recall that regularly came to trade with his family that taught him how to read, write and even to express his feelings by drawing. The wolf would stay at the borders after he had traded and waited for the boy late at night. When Edgar's father saw the two together, he took the wolf by his neck and threw him into the ground, then strangling him to death; his father had made sure to make his life miserable, but then sometimes he acted as if he were a normal father who didn't strangle his son's friends. His father was mad, and Edgar knew this as a fact. I learned from a man who traded with my family. My family never knew I was deaf, so they didn't bother trying to teach me to do anything other than hunt It hurt a lot to think about his family. Family were supposed to be the people who cared the most about you, not the people that abandoned you when you needed them the most.

Element · 09-15-2012, 08:57 PM

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Even although the man was deaf, there was a lot to be expressed in the silence. Scents and simple emotions conveyed a lot in the air; Element could almost sense the man's anger, then sadness, as he thought back to his past. Although the words that he wrote did not say much, Element could scent the sadness and almost the resentment in Edgar's presence, as if his family did not care much for him at all, or did not try.

Without writing more for the moment, Element brushed lightly against Edgar, attempting to comfort the man. He rubbed against him more, just as the man had pet him earlier. It was difficult for Element to write, and sometimes, nonverbal speaking worked just as well. They were similar - both only slightly out of place in a world of talking, hearing canines who dominated the planet. Element himself could remember his mother, but barely - the life of a cat was mostly a solitary one.

Edgar · 09-16-2012, 09:16 PM

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ooc: I think I'll list Element as a friend because he's rubbed off well on Edgar Smile

Though he had done many, many things to ruin his whole life, it was impossible for Edgar to hate his violent father; he couldn't hate anybody, no matter what they did. He actually loved him so much and was more than crushed that'd he never gotten that love back. The boy had a lot of faith, and love too. His purity and honesty was what got him into many abusive "friendships" with his family members. The dog felt that his new whiskered friend seemed to be picking up on his sadness. The male's charming smile made a return as the dark cat rubbed his side softly against Edgar. The artist affectionately petted his neck and paused for a moment to get something from his bag. Edgar pulled of a warm apple cookie that was sprinkled with cinnamon and offered it to the feline. He had given apple cookies to other small animals, they'd usually enjoyed them. The boy wondered what it must have been like for the small creature to start learning to read and write, what would a cat want to do with reading and writing? One thing was for sure that this feline was rather strange, but a great friend.

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