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Embarking more and more from her comfort zone within the church where Cercelee was keeping the de Sadira litter at bay, Catalyst happened to wander down the haphazard singular path that led to Whisper Beach. Today was a pleasantly sunny day, warm with just a right breeze to top the day off as content and carefree. The dual eyed female was quick to learn that beyond the church doors rested a world far beyond the expansion of her imagination and anything she ever envisioned before. Cercelee was a generous guardian, slowly letting the seams slip for the pups to eagerly get outside and explore what the world had to offer, as long as it was in considerable reach of the church, and within the Dahlia de Mai borders especially.
Her wanderlust led her to the sandy beach, her paws instantly sinking into the grainy sands. It was a sensation never felt before, the weightless like feeling of walking on ground that was completely sinkable, moveable, giving to her paws. Peering down at the sand, her head tilted to the side in question, her blue and silver eyes analyzing what this could possibly be, where it came from, and why it was here. The world was hers for the taking and learning, and for some reason this sand (which not to forget tickled immensely between her paws and claws) made her slightly smile. It made her feel this sense of joy, and a sudden burst of playful nature came about her. Moving and digging her paws deeper into the sand, she found that she could completely submerge her paws within it, and quickly would then toss the feather light sand about. Such an action was amusing to her, entertaining to say the least, and it made her issue a soft giggle to herself as she continued to toss the sandy gravel of the beach this way and that, making a rain of granules all around her.
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Apologies for the wait. (300)
He couldn’t just fade away. Loneliness was a tiresome thing at such a young age, but misery did not always love company. Larger groups of people sucked the air out of him, and he had learned how it felt like to suffocate. Normally the boy did not travel too far from the home he both loved and loathed, but today was different. The world around him was pleasant and soothed with a gentle breeze that the world was not such a horrible place after all. Conor Soul was not entirely convinced of this, but he knew that he had been happy once. He could be again, if he ever managed to let go of his own bleeding heart and give it a chance to heal. The beach was a lovely place, and the sea did not seem as dangerous as he had expected. There was no desire to take a dip, but his small, light paws brought him closer to the water’s edge. A vague smile broke through his usual strained expression when a courageous wave managed to climb up extra high and brush past his paws. The salty water was cool, but he found it comfortable.
Silvery violet eyes wandered and found movement in the distance. The boy froze momentarily at the realization of another being present, but his hackles soon calmed down when he figured that it was only one and that particular one was on a safe distance. The air above the white form glistered and reminded the boy of magic dust. His curiosity edged him forwards towards the other one. The child did not realize that it was the reflection of the sand in the brilliant sunlight that caught the rays and glistered with life. As he came closer, he realized that it was another puppy, although older than him. There were quite a few of those, and he had come to understand that they were another litter that lived with Cercelee somewhere else in Dahlia de Mai. Conor was a bit anti social, and he was not sure if he liked engaging the other, but he was already too close to feel comfortable turning around and suddenly ignore the other.
He did not dare to voice a greeting. Instead, he only stared at the girl that obviously seemed to have fun all on her own. Why couldn’t he do that too?
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It's alright, no rush. (: Hover over text for translation.
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There was nearly so much entertainment to be found in mere sand before Catalyst grew inattentive to the sand, and was merely looking forth to the next interesting thing to catch her dual colored eyes (or even the next sensation to be felt). Matter of fact, there was an intriguing waft of sea breeze that blew toward the shore, pushing the salted air toward her, and herself taking a greedy inhale of such a unique scent. Transfixing her gaze out to the endless blue, she couldn't believe how wide it was. Where did it end, and what was on the other side as far as her eye could see? Könnte das sein, wohin Mutter ging? Her conscious told to her in her native language, wondering if there was any way for her to start swimming toward the assumption of where her mother had gone.
Compelled to walk toward the sandy damp shoreline where it looked as if the sand was now more mud than weightless granules of sand, Catalyst only got a few paw falls in until she stopped abruptly, her silver steel eye catching movement in her peripheral vision. Perking her ears and turning her attention to the motion, her dual hued eyes set upon a figure that was just as small as herself, but tawny. It (or rather he, as her nose immediately picked up his scent) was standing stark still, seemingly observing her as she did in return. It was that initial shyness that a pup had that bode them to remain silent for quite sometime, but seeing as how he didn't make a single move, Catalyst figured she would be the first to illicit a response out of the two.
Suddenly, she began bounding toward him, the thick sand slowing her down more than she wished, her tail whipping behind her all the while. She stopped at a closer distance, her demeanor alert and curious. "Guten tag!" She shouted, but immediately transitioned right into English. "Who's you? Why are you all 'lone out here?" For her voice being small and delicate, there was her German accent that was heavily laced into her words.
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The boy took a few hurried steps backwards when the older girl came towards him all of a sudden and too fast. Conor desperately needed his own personal space, and her sudden charge almost scared the shit of the careful puppy. She did not run into him, thankfully, but she seemed too lively for him to feel comfortable. Right now the boy could only regard her with a serious expression. He did not trust her! What if she wanted to bump into him or something! The boy was too anti social for his own good, and he was rather clueless how to react to other puppies, especially when they were all cheery and uncontrollable like this one. She said something that he did not understand. She wanted to play tag? Well, too bad, Conor did not even know her and she talked weird just like Roulette!
She said something more that was easier to understand. Why was he alone? Why was she alone? ”I is not alone and you is! I is patrolling borders.” There. Now she would know that he was doing important things while she was just doing silly things. The boy was obviously lying, as Dahlia owned the coast they were currently placed, and the border was a few miles away. He did not even know why he said that. Was it to impress or to make her go away? If he wanted her to go away, then why had he walked towards her? It was because he had not been sure if she had been a stranger that not belonged or not! ”Who is you why are you here, STRANGER DANGER!” The last bit was tossed into her face, and his hackles rose. Children were silly.
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A Catalyst in terms of definition signified a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change. Out of the definition, the chemical reaction was probably the greatest significant part, at least in Catalyst de Sadira's sense. Those natural chemicals that wafted off an individual into so-called vibes that people recognized them as, Catalyst from her end got a wave of those chemical vibes that weren't particularly favorable for herself, as the small boy opted to step back a couple paces when she approached. For a puppy who was sensitive, one might have took that as a gesture of hurt, confusion, isolation and wonderment of why another puppy was rejecting. In Catalyst's case, however, such a thing wasn't taken as sensitive, and if anything, was taken as quite suspicious. Even more, the way the young boy replied to her, in choice of words and tone that was a little less than friendly and engaging, was taken into serious account. Now, even while Catalyst bounded up to him in a happy state and was looking for no reason to start any trouble, if the wind happened to turn its course, then she would turn right along with it, no matter if it was a gentle breeze or ravaging gusts.
Stating how he wasn't alone and she was, the ivory girl merely scoffed at this, and wanted to giggle at the fact that a little thing like him was patrolling the borders! Wasn't that a job best left for big brawny adults? "Wha' are you doing patrolling borders? You's is too small!" She made it vocal that it neither scared her away nor definitely didn't have any effect of impressing her. Further more, it seemed as if he demanded to know who she was, why she was here, and, what, stranger danger?! What the heck was that supposed to mean? Catalyst was no stranger to these parts! Seeing how his hackles raised, Catalyst wasn't afraid to mimic his action, her jagged edges of soft downy fur rising on her back as well, and spiking her stub of a tail behind her. With children being naturally silly and whatnot, Catalyst took this rather serious however, and nobody was going to talk to her like that, and she would make sure of it. "Oh yeah? Well... who are you's? I'm Catalyst de Sadira, an' I have right t' be here's. Know why? Miss Cerce'hlee is my guardian." Hah, there! Now there was possibly nothing that this boy could say otherwise, because Cercelee was her guardian, and she was related to the ultimate ruler and coordinator of Dahlia de Mai. Couldn't argue with a fact like that, right?
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A tiny bit of powerplay, I hope you won't mind. Tell me if you want anything changed!
She did not seem to believe him, so he pushed his chest forward and tried to look mighty, although he was still a bit small for his own age, and also a little bit compared to her. He would not back down though. Maybe he could try to behave like his father did. His father was big and scary, and no one bullied him because his father was the biggest bully of them all. Conor was not his father, but he was a child that was willing to experiment. He had seen the Lilium’s fight with Vuk, the lone wolf he had brought with him home, and it had been the most terrible thing the boy had ever seen in his entire life. The girl’s weird accent danced into his sensitive ears, and he dared himself to bare his tiny milk teeth at her. His father would never have let anyone talk to his father like this.
She increased in size, and it started to get hard to keep up his tough attitude. She babbled on more, but he folded his ears down against his skull, determined that whatever she said it was wrong, because her voice sounded wrong and she did not belong here. The boy hesitated for a few moments, because he knew what his father would have done, and he had to be like his father so that people could like him and be nice and not cruel and scary. He ran at the pretty, white girl, lowering his head as he did so. His head aimed for her furry chest, and found it. The silver and violet eyed boy hoped it would hurt and make her cry. It certainly made his head hurt.
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It was fine. A bit of PP on my end as well, poke me with a PM stick if you want something edited. I left Cat's retaliation open for your [ & Conor's ] interpretation, so you can decide where she does her action at. (: 700+
Catalyst was anticipating what this cute boy was going to say to what she said. Really though, what could have been said, other than correcting the error of his ways? She had every right to be here just as much as he was, German tongue or not. Granted that if it was her choice, she certainly wouldn't be here and rather be in the secure and comforting arms of her mother, traveling to wherever wind and paw took them, but things didn't work out like that for her or her siblings. This place, with its customs and individuals, were just as different to her as he might of thought her as foreign and different. It was just as hard for her to understand, to make sense of the ways taught here, to hear English as the first language, it was all different and just as wrong to her too, but she had to adapt no matter if she liked it or not.
The next action to proceed her, ahem, babbling, was one that certainly caught her off guard, and before the dual hued eye puppy knew it, the hard cranium of the boy collided and contacted with her chest; the feeling of air lifting swift right out of her lungs, unable to hold grasp of it, and in a second she was down right on the sandy embarkment. At least falling into the lightweight sand wasn't as bad as falling onto hard gravel like anywhere else (it cushioned her fall slightly), but the head butt received from the boy certainly wasn't light as hoped with her fall (even though there were mere puppies yet, the slightest of any hard contact was enough to register pain). "Autsch! Für was war das?!" She spitted and whined in her native tongue to him, feeling the instant sting now rising at the area of impact. Taking a second to collect the breath that rushed right out of her, her adrenaline instantly began pumping at a swift rate in her veins, her heart beat kicking up. She could already feel the fresh sting of tears build up behind each different colored eye, and her nose begin to be runny with the onslaught of tears to come, but held them back against her own will. No, she was not going to cry in front of him, not matter what the means took.
Sniffling what she could, there was a rumble of a cute growl in her throat. Now with her hackles, the white soldiers of fur standing ever so proudly along her spine, fixated up in her little fury, the dual eyed puppy looked to the boy with a heated gaze, both eyes showing a different hue of storm beginning to form and rage in her, and her small voice as low as possible. "Sie werden das zu tun bedauern..." She mumbled darkly (or as darkly as her voice could sound for a pup). Perhaps it was her father that was in her, the father she never met nor laid eyes upon, that was pushing her back up and forward to meet her assailant. Maybe it was the Sadira genes, with their strong will and intuition that was telling her to stand ground and fight. Maybe it was something deeper, like the de le Poer lineage, that had naturally been forward and initiating.
Whatever it was, Catalyst de Sadira would get right back up, and exchange a form of hurt of her own. Maybe it wouldn't be as strong enough as a boy puppy's hurt would be, but would try to inflict at least a significant amount of pain enough. Kicking up creamy sand behind her, she launched her ivory self toward him in an instant, and, depending or not if the boy decided to evade her attack or try to step back from it, her teeth would clamp upon an area of flesh, or even painfully so a clump of tawny fur, in which Catalyst would begin to furiously pull and grind down with in her little jaws; whether it was the fur or flesh that was of his neck region, ear, behind the ear, muzzle, or even cheek, whatever area of his figure she could successfully bite first, she would get at and be content to torment with.
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The boy staggered slightly backwards after the impact with her fluffy chest. He shook his head unconsciously and was awarded with a gentle, yet painful throbbing. It hurt being mean, it seemed, but perhaps it was something one had to get used to. When Conor’s father fought his visitors, he never seemed to feel the nasty damage they handed him. With this fact in his mind, the boy furrowed his eyebrows, determined to show no weakness. It did not hurt that much anyway! His light, violet eyes stared accusingly at the other child, although he was not really sure what he had expected her to do. It was clear that this had come unexpected. The girl should not matter at all, because he did not know her, and nor would he want to know her. She was stupid for talking funnily. She whined something, but he did not understand her silly talking. Stupid girl!
Slowly, the girl got up, and her rich fur rose and seemed to increase her size to a double. The most natural thing now, for the boy, would have been to run away, but he had made up his mind and forced his limbs to remain still. He was the strong part here, she was weak and dumb. When she served another line of gibberish, the boy hissed rudely.”Not understand silly stupid!” She charged, something that for some reason had not been a move he could have foreseen for some reason. He managed to release a squeal into the sea-scented air before her body collided into him. The world shifted slightly to display another point of view for his light eyes to gaze upon when the boy fell over on his side. This was not the worst part though, because something found his ears and pressed tiny, sharp things into it.
It had happened too fast and he could find no control to reach for. So, the boy did what he did best; he started to squeal pathetically, tears quickly erupting as he did.
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From what was snagged in her miniscule jaws, her teeth found upon a soft, tender, thin ear of his. Catalyst knew the pain one received from getting their ears bitten upon with a not so gentle nip, and so the ivory girl would do as much clenching and grinding as her jaws would allow upon his ear (although, her jaws weren't that strong to elicit any such bleeding, but perhaps just tiny breakage of the skin). It seemed as if her lunge forward successfully knocked the both of them right off their paws, and right back down into the cushioned creamy sand once again, with her taking the dominant position above them, her jaws still latched onto his little ear the entire way down. For the way he spoke to her, proclaiming that her German was stupid, oh, she might as well bite down even harder for his discrimination. Then again, it was such a sad situation with these two, for there was a great void of misunderstanding among the pups, all understandable and misconceived in the same note.
Catalyst was certainly feeling winded; the head butting blow done to her end felt like a sucking soreness in the center of her chest, with her lungs trying to regenerate their normal pace of breathing again after the air was forcefully taken from them. His initial action hurt her, it really did. She huffed and breathed just like a steaming bull with his ear in her mouth, until once they were finally done hitting the sand did the boy below her begin to kick up a fuss, his tears becoming blatantly evident. This actually surprised Catalyst, for from a boy, she wasn't expecting a loud carried whine with crying. Seeing as how the crescendo of his squeals would escalate the more she remained fastened onto his ear, it was then Catalyst suddenly let go, and then and there did her tears start to break as well from their dam; cascading down her eyes in a fresh stream. Peering down at the crying boy now, the ivory girl breathed heavy, applying her weight upon him as she was basically using him for her support. Her muzzle and ivory facade laid not too far above his overhead from him, her eyes glossy and continuing its stream.
With ears flattened against her skull, she took a moment to regain proper breathing before she could speak, and the first phrases out of her mouth had been that stupid German he didn't understand, although this was said absently by herself. "Sind sie getan?" And of course he wouldn't understand that stupid language, she began to clarify for him in English what she felt. Besides from the fact of feeling winded and hurt, there was also a deeper kind of hurt ravaging its course within her as well. "It's German, it's my language an' my origins. German isn't stupid, unwissend." She said behind hurt and tears, continuing to fall with his own. "I love my origins, if it wasn' for mommy to come here an'... an'... leave me an' my brother's an' sisters, I would have ne'er wanted to come to this stupid place." She said, throwing back his stupid analogy right back at him about this place. This was apparently making her fussy and infuriated as she continued, it could be seen in both different hued eyes. "I don' know why our mommy left us here. But she left us... for... for good." To admit that vocally, it made her lip quiver, and even more tears mat and wet her cheeks. "So it's s'not my fault with anything... I didn't wan' to be here anyway, but now I am, an' if you can't deal with it... then you's is stupid for thinkin' that." Now it was all up to him if he wanted to take in consideration what she said, or if he still wanted to regard her words as stupid and unintelligible, or if they were to continue fighting. It was all in his court now, but not for a second did Catalyst say anything that wasn't genuine, wasn't full of emotion and hurt.
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His ear was in direct contact with fire, and it seemed that all his mental presence circulated around it, making it hurt even more. The boy tried to shake his head to make the foul girl let go, but he was merely rewarded with more pain, and his nostrils instantly caught up small, scented molecules of blood. It came from him. The girl was doing him big injustice by doing this. All he had done was to head butt her, and she was returning much more than that. She was a girl, and did not even have her real parents here in the pack, so she did not have any right to do this to the prince of Dahlia de Mai. If he had not felt so upset, he might have been able to fish up some anger, inspired by the pathetic quality of his life so far. He was a child in the middle of a war between adults, and he lived together with the worst of them. He was already stripped, poor, naked and blind. This was all that could have been expected for the spawn of Haku Soul, under the demon’s care, but misery was something that drowned him daily.
The pressure evaporated from his ear, but the ache hung left like a bad aftertaste, and so his eyes continued to leak salt water. He did not want her to be close to him, he wanted her to be far away. She remained on top of him, and the boy moved his face down against the sand, felt the tiny, numerous corns clinging to his wet face. His ears registered her ugly words that did not mean anything. His paws moved uselessly against the soft sand, but she was too heavy for his underdeveloped body. Her words shifted to something he could understand, but he flattened his ears, trying not to listen. Her speech was better developed than his with an already wider vocabulary that held several words foreign to his for time being.
She called him stupid in the end, and through his decreasing whimpers there sounded a small rumble, similar to a cat’s purr. This was however not a sound of contentment, but because the stupid girl was super stupid and believed she was special. ”Your mommy hates you!” the boy suddenly said, his voice low. A new wave of misery coursed through his body, causing panic to rise. His mommy had left him too, but this stupid child was never going to know, and if he could push this hurt further over to her, then maybe his could decrease. ”She hates you, she hates you, she hates you, everybody hates you!” the boy screamed, half choking on his own breath when it mingled with the loose grains of the sandy bank.
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Puppy soap opera = d'aww! :x 700+
As much as the tawny boy wanted her to be shaken off of him, Catalyst remained persistent and was still on top of him; staring down at him with dual hued eyes that bore something akin to a mixture of woe, and a glint of what could be called as a small level of hatred. There was a feeling of a point of no return, for when someone struck out at one's heritage, nationality, and most of all, pride... that was definitely crossing over the line too soon. He crossed over it before thinking of the consequences, of what his words truly meant to her. If he didn't like who she was, her German heritage, than so be it. Nobody needed to like anything, but if one was going to talk about a subject in a manner that they didn't understand, nor were willing to comprehend and remain ignorant as Catalyst had called the boy in her native tongue, then that was a problem, that reasoning was Catalyst's problem right now. If he was going to continue saying the stupid word of stupid about the way she talked, well, then, he certainly had other hurtful things coming his way from a girl puppy.
She smelled the small formations of blood too that began to form at the instant, and was actually surprised that her fangs were able to do such a task, but then again there was a surge of what felt like victory in her from this. Good, the more hurt, the better. This would teach him a lesson on badmouthing someone's heritage and their language. The exchange of blows wouldn't stop, however, as the next wave of hurt was not physical, but purely from what was spoken from the boy. No matter how many head butts, nipping, biting, scratching, or bleeding one had to endure, there was no pain greater than the emotional pain felt inside, and the boy surely hit it right in her weak spot, saying how her mother hated her. They were merely words, but to her, they were true words, words that made sense, words that shouldn't have been spoken by the likes of him, nor anybody in their age group. It was said though, and a barrage of repeating of hate, hate, hate! was to come, stabbing her repeatedly over, over, and over again.
It was then the dam of her tears couldn't hold anymore, the words stabbing her right through the heart like a beautiful fine knife. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried as she could to hold back, but to no avail did her heart come pouring out. Catalyst choked a sob, her river of tears surely falling upon the crying boy himself. "No..." She would whimper softly to herself, repeating the phrase several times over. There was no denying it was certainly true however, that this boy made her believe that her mother truly hated her and her siblings. There was a new formation changing within Catalyst at the instant, the pure rise of anger touching upon her innocent soul. Resentment more furious now toward her mother and how she left her here to deal with stupid circumstances such as this boy in front of her.
However, there was something wrong he said. Everybody hates you! Even though the fact that her mother truly hated her was killing her on the inside, he was wrong about everyone else. No. Cercelee cared for her, so did Slay. So did Cwmfen, and a group of other adults she would come to meet in the near future. They were there for her, would be there for her, and have been this whole time. He might have successfully obtained her weak spot within her, but she would correct him on his wrongness for one element. She slightly applied more pressure with her paws upon his chest and shoulder blades, as if compressing him deeper into the sand below them. "Y-You're wrong... y-you're wrong 'bout that. Cercelee, Miss Cercelee loves me! So does Slay!" She spat down at him with venom in her voice. "You don' know anything! Not 'bout me, not 'bout who loves me, nothing!" Her teeth gritted now, her throat rumbling with her mewl of a growl. "Oh yeah's? Where's your momma, huh? Why's were you out here all 'lone like me? You's don't have anywhere's to go either, don't you?" She replied, her eyes blinking away the river of tears that were clouding her vision. This was certainly a beautiful day on the beach, but knowing that this would happen, Catalyst wouldn't have came here in the first place.
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Catalyst is so cute! D8 (300)
She became a fragile little thing. Bad words and bad deeds made people cry. He had seen it when several times. Big, wet tears landed on his fur from her big, bi-coloured eyes. He had hurt her, made her hurt just like he had wanted to. His father seemed to gain pleasure from ruining beautiful things, but why did not Conor feel the calm happiness enter his heart? No, what the boy felt was more sadness rolling over him with its powerful waves. Guild bloomed within and made fresh tears roll down his face and mingle with the already sodden sand that in return clung to his face. One could not replace the hurt inside by hurting other people. Truth be told, he did not know if the white girl’s mother hated her or not, had not even considered such a thought before the mean shadow of Haku Soul had driven him to tell her that. The words had come out of his mouth because this was what happened to him. His mother hated him, he was certain of this fact.
She spat her words out at them, resembling an angry kitty, yet still adorable in her own way. Her words hit him hard in the chest, and he snivelled pathetically, still stuck under her. He wanted to raise his voice for a counter attack, but what would such a move lead to? Conor was a very sad boy, and now he had transformed a happy girl into a sad girl. He was just like daddy, a horrible, mean person. The violet eyed boy did not want to tell her where his mommy was. If he did not answer, she could not prove anything, and he could go on and pretend he was not an abandoned child in a broken home. He wanted her to get off. The boy started to wriggle under the little girl, but she was heavier than she looked like (Conor was also particularly weak for his age and size). A squeal escaped his maw in frustration.
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Keeping her one azure and one silver gaze trained upon his violet gaze, Catalyst could tell the boy was in the thinking process of something. Whether it was reveling in the fact that he was successful of tearing down her emotional wall, or maybe there was some guilt felt inside of him as well, Catalyst couldn't particularly tell nor mind read just what he was thinking in his mind at this point, but his gaze told something. Seeing now that there were no more words to befall from the boy, it was a matter of moments that the two were frozen in their positions; her on top of him, her breath ragged and sniffling, and him mewling to twist his way out from underneath her, trying to escape her hold and be released. Catalyst was expecting more words, dreading more words to stab the already gaping wound felt in her heart and soul, but nothing more came from him.
And it was nothing more that came from her as well, for everything had already been said in those fleeting moments; those fleeting moments that only took about a minute, but would be a possible day and lifetime of misery. Feeling as how he was now trying to squirm from her grasp, Catalyst could decide to certainly keep him pinned under her. She could push down even more, and press the air out of him like he head butted the air unexpected out of her. She could do so many things in this position now, his neck and his face were subject to her small fangs that could make even more little punctures of red come to focus. Why not, for he was already on her bad side as it was. Why not inflict more physical harm on him, wasn't it a fair and just exchange to the mental and emotional harm given to her?
Catalyst could do those things, but she chose not to. Why? She didn't even know, but there was something inside of her that told her enough was enough, that things already went as far as they did. Leave this hapless, poor boy to his own crying mess in the sand. Seeing as how his struggling beneath her was rising in crescendos by the minute, it was then the ivory girl hopped off him, falling ungracefully next to him in the sand. Her nose was runny, her eyes bloodshot and tear stained, she watched the now freed boy on the sand with a hateful, fiery gaze until she collected herself on her paws and then began to slowly walk to the shoreline where the waters met the sand. It was then she stopped, just at the point to where the waters skimmed past the pads of her paws, feeling the cool and comforting embrace of the ocean. It was then her gaze looked to the endless horizon, feeling the biting salty air in her lungs as she tried to regenerate her normal pace of breathing amid her snobs and backed up nose. "Er is recht, is er nicht? Er hat recht..." She whispered to herself, unintelligible to anyone else except herself. The more she looked to the widening ocean, the more it seemed to go on endless, and that was how far her mother was from her, from them, at this point.
Tossing a glance behind her, she took a second to look back at the boy in the sand, an overwhelming feeling of sadness, anger, and perhaps even gratefulness coming over her. Turning back to the ocean once again, she sniffled as a fresh stream of tears cascaded down. "Mommy... why?"
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A muffled whine was pressed out of him when the girl’s little paws kicked off. The next moment he was free, and the girl was on his side. For a moment, their eyes met, but the boy quickly moved away because of her hot glare. He was the one that had created that anger. She had been happy when he had approached her, but he had shattered her mood completely. Just like he had intended to do. Now he knew. Putting down other people did not compensate for the pain he felt inside all the time. He only felt worse because this only proved that he was as bad as he had suspected all along. He made people sad or angry or both! That was why his mother had left him and his daddy hated him so much that his anger became physical.
She walked away, her feet dragging after her, body heavy despite the tears already shed. The boy slowly got up on his feet. This could be his cue to flee the scene without any more degrading scenes where he failed showing dignity. The boy wanted to apologize, make everything good again, but he did not know how. He could not make anyone happy, because he had nothing valuable to give. A few uncertain steps brought him closer in the girl’s direction, but he hesitated, aware of the fact that she probably hated him just as much as the rest of his family did. Maybe he should just do her a favour and go away. Conor decided that this was the bet opinion, and so he slowly turned and dragged his sorry puppy bum away from the scene.
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Her eyes remained focused on the never ending blue horizon. Her tears were beginning to collect in a matted clump at several long hairs of her cheeks and chin, dripping off and even some successfully becoming absorbed into the moistened sands that meshed with the ocean, becoming one with the great waters. Fortunately her breathing from the previous head butt and combination of heavy put sobs was starting to slowly but surely return to its regular, normal routine of breathing. The salty air stung her lungs considerably, but it was a feeling that made her feel alive, more alive than ever before. Alive for the fact that the truth was out there, that Catalyst took the boy’s words as firm truth. Mother had left her and her siblings here because she hated them. She didn’t want them in her life, and this was their only option. Considering this place was like a heaven to other places where the fates of the five really couldn’t be determined then, and who knows what kind of lives they would be living now. For reasons to perhaps be thankful that Anyanka dropped them off here, still… where did she go? Why couldn’t they come along? If she hated them so, then for what reason was the hate there?
It was a thought process too complicated yet for her mind, at this time in the cycle of her life. About to go on four months, matters like this were misunderstood in her mind, not easily dissected and able to critically think all the reasons, views, possibilities. Keeping her eyes in the distance, really gazing into nothingness now, it was best that her thought process stop here. If it continued, there would be dead ends, confusion. It was put in simple terms by the boy, hate, and simple terms was what all Catalyst could work with at this point.
Snapping herself back to reality, her head turned absently to where her dual eyes casted behind her shoulder, watching as the boy long since rose upon his paws and began to pad off with a figure just as sullen as her outlook. Watching him walk off, at first Catalyst didn’t say a word. The gratefulness that she felt in that glimpse of emotion, it confused her. Was she grateful for the boy being honest to her about her situation? Was she grateful that he had the courage to say such a thing? For someone who nearly ran her down in the sand, it confused her as to why she felt this surge of gratefulness. Giving another sniffle, it was then she abruptly called out to him. “Wait.” She said simply, the word looming awkward to her in the air. There was a drawn out pause, before her voice cracked once again, possibly so low that perhaps he couldn’t have heard her well at first. “Do you’s… understand?” It was a question in reference to what she had said before about herself and what she stood for. It didn’t matter what you knew, but it mattered what you stood for. If anything, before the boy made his way away from the scene, Catalyst wanted to at least know what he thought about before. Just an answer, any answer would do for her. If it was yes, great; if it was no, then okay. At least she got her point across, and that was what mattered.
And maybe too, unknowingly to Catalyst’s knowledge, that it was also a question asked in understanding of Conor’s personal situation as well, if he decided to reveal such a shocking fact to her.
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I'm sorry for the general quality of my replies. I'm having some trouble getting into this crazy little git (300)
His paws were heavy, dug deeply into the soft sand. The puppy was able to see the alternate version of how this first meeting with Catalyst de Sadira could have developed. It was all he could think of, how he had turned into something ugly. The boy was already old enough to realize that his father was a horrible man, and so shortly after he had attempted to step into his father’s footsteps, he had gained his revelation. Misery loved company, but it had been so foolish to attempt to drag someone down to his level of hurt. It was not worth it. While it gave his father pleasure, it only increased the boy’s depression. He knew chaos, but did not know how to calm the storm that he had created. His violet eyes wanted to steal a last glance at the girl he had ruined, but he was fearful, although he could not find the concrete reason for why that was.
She had been so sweet, and the boy longed for the charming smile she had greeted him with in the first place. He always longed for what he could have, but this fault he was the only one that could be blamed, and it was a shame, because this was not the ideal Conor. The words that requested him to stop were most welcome, but he felt fear when her voice sounded so calm in the silent air. His fur that had just settled after the struggle started to rise again, slowly yet determinedly. Her question seemed odd to him, and he realized that she actually seemed to have believed his words. His ears folded as he turned around to look at her fluffy little figure. He slowly shook his head, wondering if he should make some room for a solid dose of honesty. Maybe try to make things right.
”Mommy hates I, and makes me sad, and I maded you sad so I could be not sad.” His words were pathetic. How he had voiced them, how his voice carried them, everything. Everything about him was pathetic, and now she would be fully aware of it.
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Don't be, your replies have been great! (and I love Conor!) This has to be one of my favorite threads at the moment. <3 500+
Nothing like a good dose of reality to make one take a step back and look at the bigger picture, no matter how much it ached on the inside. Her nose had been in a flurry of sniffles, the tears absorbing into her cheeks and some that happened to escape some choice follicles forming at the very fine tips of hairs on her chin. Perhaps this was just the eye of the storm moving in, that tepid calmness felt before the onslaught of more chaos to come. Or perhaps things were finally calming down for the better, finally sinking into her mind.
It was indeed not the ideal meet these two puppies should have had, just think if it would have taken a different course, perhaps the two would be frolicking amongst the creamy sands; dancing with their paws in the shallow waves that broke on shores, and sparkling laughter to come from them. All that came, however, were silent tears, shattered hope. As her question hung empty in the air, Catalyst expected him to carry forth, not leaving her an answer, and in all the same manner giving her an answer of silence. That would be enough to her, then. However, the violet eyed boy turned around at her question, and for this her ears perked up a little higher, a little more forward in anticipation. What was to come from him would leave her in absolute shock for her age.
From her understanding, his mother hated him? And the only reason he "attacked" her was the fact to make her sad because his own mommy didn't like him? Sure, this made Catalyst bring on a new frustration within her, but then again the angry waves ebbed away instantly. She couldn't bring herself to be fully mad and lunge at him again like she most likely would with claws and her little teeth exposed, however, she felt a sense of understanding to come from him. He was practically in the same situation as she was, and sometimes he felt like he needed to make the rest of the world feel sadness like he did. Oh, how Catalyst knew so much of those feelings.
For a moment the ivory girl couldn't move, didn't know what to say. She was too stunned to really do anything, but once her mind and conscious began to recognize just how long she was idle for, she shook her head and gave another sniffle. It was then her paws bounded over to him clumsily, the sand breaking her speed. She stopped but mere inches away, her eyes bloodshot. There was another moment of silence before she spoke in a broken whisper to him. "It's... okay...." Whether her words were of somewhat comfort or maybe understanding, Catalyst knew however how he felt. She felt that way too, and it was pretty obvious to him that he seen that in her. She didn't smile or make any facial expression, but her dual eyes, they told it all in this moment. They were gleaming with gratefulness, sadness, frustration, understanding. To have so many different emotions running past her eyes, she hoped that the boy could see that, for lack of vocabulary from her end since she was young yet.
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The main problem for Conor was that he was not yet developed enough to be able to put a proper perspective on things. His mind was simple, and he had yet to fully realize that the world was full of others, and not everything radiated down to him and him alone. Catalyst was a stranger ;something else; an element in his existence, only there because she was meant to be a brick in his life. Conor was depressed about his world because there was so much hurt there. He could not feel what the girl felt unless her body physically reacted and gave away her emotion. It had happened, and he had gotten the glimpse of the realization that they could possibly be the same, yet still different. It was difficult, but one thing was certain; he hurt more when it was apparent that she hurt too.
Would the ivory girl hate him now? Everyone else seemed to, so all in all it couldn’t make that much of a different in the long run. It would just hurt now. She would bite him again and he would run away, and he would make sure that he would never see her again ever. She moved forwards, and he waited for the impact to hit and hurt. He closed his lilac eyes, knowing that he would deserve everything she had to offer. The sound of movement faded, and a broken whisper sounded from up close. The brown child slowly opened his eyes to find her right in front of her. She was a very pretty puppy regardless of her bloodshot eyes. He wanted her to know that, but his mouth did not want to open, and his throat did not want to create sound.
He saw the emotion in her eyes, and felt peace brush through his body in calming strokes. She understood. How could she? He was taken aback. How could she understand his living nightmare so easily after she had been ruined by his harsh and unneeded words? His violet gaze stayed on her bi-coloured one, wishing there was some way to undo the damage he had caused. She was a kind child, unlike him. His ear still hurt, but he could see why she had done it. After all, he had started the foolish fight. Why? He did not know. Because he was a stupid and mean boy. He did not want to be. Not anymore. The Soul child leaned slightly forward and touched her wet, cold nose with his own. It was a small, yet significant gesture, a request for peace, maybe even friendship if he did not let himself down again. Gods knew the boy could need one.
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And it was in that instance, too, that Catalyst was simply too underdeveloped at this point to have a clear prospective on things, no less put things into critical perspective. Whether it was realized or not, the two puppies were in the same circumstances, and perhaps that was where the strange chemistry brought them together. Things certainly got off to a more than rocky start, but then again the situation was slowly morphing into something that was, at the most, comprehendable to those who have been hurt by their mothers wrongfully in their lives.
Catalyst wished things didn't happen the way they did, and for one thing, the ivory girl didn't think she could ever forgive the tawny puppy for the action he bestowed upon her. No matter if they made up, no matter if things were headed on the right track, Catalyst didn't deserve it. The realization of her situation and sudden harshness of the boy was something she did deserve, but not the head blow to the chest. That would be akin to a forever wound itself made upon her, something that couldn't easily be forgotten. And it was insanity for Catalyst herself to even come muzzle to muzzle at this boy now without inflicting more damage for what he had done. The real Catalyst wouldn't stand for it, her siblings even knew of such. She was the dominant one in her mind, her control of the situations was what dictated what would happen.
But this situation, this was different. Perhaps a little too different that it caused an emotion storm of confusion in her, wondering why she was being so tame to the one who was cruel and hurtful.
Her dual eyes could see whatever inner torment the cute boy was experiencing, and for awhile she didn't say a word until his muzzle extended forward to where his nose happened to touch with her own. This unto itself was stunning, for she wasn't expecting a cold, wet, soft touch to the nose from this cutely put boy, which made his gesture seem even more endearing from him. And the touch, this was certainly different from the nosing that was experienced with her brothers or from an adult. This was from a stranger, and this caused a whole mess of confused emotions to rise, none of which she ever felt before. The nosing touch felt somewhat comforting, delicate, innocent. His cold snout nearly tickled her own, and she was compelled to pull away from such a little sensation. It was then that she did, and from that her tongue couldn't help to give a quick, innocent lick of his nose then. Yuck! Licking slobber! That was okay, though; Catalyst didn't seem to mind it. There had then appeared a small smile on her china doll facade, sniffling once again, and the very softest of giggles to be heard from her at her gesture to him.
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He could feel his little heart beat steadily inside his chest, echoing through his body all the way out to his paws. It was the waiting that was worst. She had screamed at him and bit his ear. Whenever his focus moved to his damaged ear, he wanted to cry out in despair. Not because of the pain alone, but because he knew that it was her teeth that had pierced the frail skin. There were different reasons why this was so horrible. She was a girl and he was a boy, and he already had the natural attitude that males were superior to females when it came to size and strength. He had already failed at that. Secondly, this was a fresh wound that had caused a few tiny drops of red to spill. Conor had made up his reality based on his daily life. His father was the wolf in the fairytale. There should only have been one individual able to hurt the Soul child, but the little ivory girl had shook a new sense of reality into him. There could be more than one villain. There was also something more confusing in it all. She had hurt him, but she was not evil. He had assumed the world inhabited pure minded creatures that could be categorized into evil or good. Everything the little male had believed in had been proved wrong by her. He felt as if he was on unstable ground.
He did not know what he anticipated, but a lick was not one of the expected scenarios. Instantly the boy took a step back, but did nothing more as he heard her giggle softly. A wave of contentment flushed through him and escaped out between his lips as a silent sigh. The strangest of things happened. The area between his eyes started to tickle ever so slightly, just like the warning before the tears would come. It was different though. A strange sensation brushed his throat and chest. It felt odd, but very pleasant. Lilac eyes stared at the petite creature in front of him. She looked so clean and pretty, and she had not bit his nose when he had touched hers with it. He could not understand why she did not rage still, but he did not mind at all how this had turned out. He promised himself that he would never ever be mean to Catalyst de Sadira again. Hurting her would mean hurting himself, and he would not want such a thing to happen. Although she looked very pretty with pink cheeks and eyes glistening with remaining tears, she was pretty without as well.
He had to let her know this. He had to be honest when he only had nice things to say. ”You is verys pretties, Catalyst.” A small gasp followed close behind the words (he had really said it!), and the boy had to avert his gaze and turn a bit away. It had been only a few words, but his heart pounded excitedly in his chest, singing. One ear perked sideways as he suddenly felt very shy.
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