Post by violetrook on Jan 21, 2020 14:10:17 GMT -5
Balseraph had insisted that Macavity grant her a room for her very own within the lair. Whether he had the room already or booted some cat out was of no concern to her. She had been there a week and hadn’t really been out of her room.
Macavity had shown back up on her third day. There was a “gift” for her upon the blankets. She had opened it after some time of pondering why she would even receive a gift. Shreds of the light brown paper that had wrapped the box were still strewn across the floor.
Inside there was a…mask. Balseraph sniffed it. It smelled odd. It wasn’t filthy, but it definitely had a strange sniff to it. Balseraph shook her head slightly to purge the smell from her nose. It lingered.
The mask was half a face. If worn it would cover the burns on the right side of her face, thus hiding her horribly scarred flesh. Whomever Macavity had taken the mask from knew their work. Fine hairs were sewn throughout the mask giving it the appearance of fur. The only issue with this was, the fur was not just black, but red hairs were threaded here and there. Did Macavity have his own fur sewn down to make her this mask, she thought. And her rage thrummed within her veins.
Under the mask there was what smelled like tree sap mixed with other things. A crudely written label was scrawled across the vial. -–Makeit Stick--.
At first Balseraph had just plopped the “gift” back in its box and kicked it over to the nearest wall.
However, the longer she had remained in her room, the more she would see the box and think about the mask inside. That was four days ago.
Her stomach gave her a keen warning rumble that it was time to finally eat. She would have to do something about that. The voices she heard had been quiet here. Not gone. Just quiet. Though there were times when some of the voices were more forceful. But, for the most part, Macavity’s Henchquarters allowed her mind some relative peace and quiet.
Her stomach grumbled again. She had been avoiding Macavity’s food stores. There were often always another cat there and she didn’t want to be bothered. She was also hesitant on how much help she accepted from Macavity. Desperation made for strange bed fellows, but Macavity wasn’t just strange. Macavity was…something else.
“…A fiend in feline shape…” A soft haunting voice echoed off the walls; too subtle to be heard clearly.
Or was it all just in her head?
She made up her mind to go out for food. She could stick to the shadows that way and with some stealth she could remain unbothered. But, just in case…or was it a practice of curiosity…she bent down and retrieved the mask.
She dribbled some of the sappy substance on the back and closed her eyes.
“Yes, yes…put it on,” came a whispered voice, almost as if from the mask.
“Shut up,” she said absentmindedly.
With her eyes still closed, Balseraph slipped the mask over her burns. She wasn’t sure what to expect. However, it actually felt comfortable. The sap clung oddly in a few places, but she pat it down a little with her paws and it smoothed out.
She opened her eyes and her right pumpkin-colored eye shown fiercely out from the mask. She bent and contorted her face to get the fit exactly right, but it only took a few moments for her to stand up a bit taller.
Without giving it more thought she turned and left her room.
Balseraph spoke to no one as she made her way out of the warehouse district. Those who did see her appeared to be the ones to shy away for once. Good, she thought, it’s working.
Balseraph slunk through the shadows until she found a nice quiet and dark alley. She padded along the top of a brick wall and listened for signs of her prey. It took a few moments, but eventually Balseraph heard the squeaks and whines of mice. She stalked down in to the alley.
Allowing her nose to guide her along the way, Balseraph slunk close to the ground to maximize her silence. As she drew nearer to her prey she could hear that there were probably a fair number of mice gathered. A wicked half smile drew along her face that left a fang hanging out on each side.
Her pulse quickened.
Her mind focused.
And right as she crept around the final bag of garbage, she launched in to her fury.
As her claws sought out each victim with acute precision her voice sung in delight…
Macavity had shown back up on her third day. There was a “gift” for her upon the blankets. She had opened it after some time of pondering why she would even receive a gift. Shreds of the light brown paper that had wrapped the box were still strewn across the floor.
Inside there was a…mask. Balseraph sniffed it. It smelled odd. It wasn’t filthy, but it definitely had a strange sniff to it. Balseraph shook her head slightly to purge the smell from her nose. It lingered.
The mask was half a face. If worn it would cover the burns on the right side of her face, thus hiding her horribly scarred flesh. Whomever Macavity had taken the mask from knew their work. Fine hairs were sewn throughout the mask giving it the appearance of fur. The only issue with this was, the fur was not just black, but red hairs were threaded here and there. Did Macavity have his own fur sewn down to make her this mask, she thought. And her rage thrummed within her veins.
Under the mask there was what smelled like tree sap mixed with other things. A crudely written label was scrawled across the vial. -–Makeit Stick--.
At first Balseraph had just plopped the “gift” back in its box and kicked it over to the nearest wall.
However, the longer she had remained in her room, the more she would see the box and think about the mask inside. That was four days ago.
Her stomach gave her a keen warning rumble that it was time to finally eat. She would have to do something about that. The voices she heard had been quiet here. Not gone. Just quiet. Though there were times when some of the voices were more forceful. But, for the most part, Macavity’s Henchquarters allowed her mind some relative peace and quiet.
Her stomach grumbled again. She had been avoiding Macavity’s food stores. There were often always another cat there and she didn’t want to be bothered. She was also hesitant on how much help she accepted from Macavity. Desperation made for strange bed fellows, but Macavity wasn’t just strange. Macavity was…something else.
“…A fiend in feline shape…” A soft haunting voice echoed off the walls; too subtle to be heard clearly.
Or was it all just in her head?
She made up her mind to go out for food. She could stick to the shadows that way and with some stealth she could remain unbothered. But, just in case…or was it a practice of curiosity…she bent down and retrieved the mask.
She dribbled some of the sappy substance on the back and closed her eyes.
“Yes, yes…put it on,” came a whispered voice, almost as if from the mask.
“Shut up,” she said absentmindedly.
With her eyes still closed, Balseraph slipped the mask over her burns. She wasn’t sure what to expect. However, it actually felt comfortable. The sap clung oddly in a few places, but she pat it down a little with her paws and it smoothed out.
She opened her eyes and her right pumpkin-colored eye shown fiercely out from the mask. She bent and contorted her face to get the fit exactly right, but it only took a few moments for her to stand up a bit taller.
Without giving it more thought she turned and left her room.
Balseraph spoke to no one as she made her way out of the warehouse district. Those who did see her appeared to be the ones to shy away for once. Good, she thought, it’s working.
Balseraph slunk through the shadows until she found a nice quiet and dark alley. She padded along the top of a brick wall and listened for signs of her prey. It took a few moments, but eventually Balseraph heard the squeaks and whines of mice. She stalked down in to the alley.
Allowing her nose to guide her along the way, Balseraph slunk close to the ground to maximize her silence. As she drew nearer to her prey she could hear that there were probably a fair number of mice gathered. A wicked half smile drew along her face that left a fang hanging out on each side.
Her pulse quickened.
Her mind focused.
And right as she crept around the final bag of garbage, she launched in to her fury.
As her claws sought out each victim with acute precision her voice sung in delight…
"Here I am
In a strange new world
Someplace
somewhere in time
I found my place
Where the high turns blue
And I walked
right out of my mind
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Here I am
And I think I'll stay
Until I
Fly out over the wire
Clean and clear
I think I
Like it here
I delight in the light of my fire
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
"
In a strange new world
Someplace
somewhere in time
I found my place
Where the high turns blue
And I walked
right out of my mind
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Here I am
And I think I'll stay
Until I
Fly out over the wire
Clean and clear
I think I
Like it here
I delight in the light of my fire
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life is a lonely lesson
Life
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
Because I wanna
Because I can
"
When the attack was over, and her hunger satisfied, only one little mouse remained. She had it pinned to the wall with just her gaze. She seemed to drink of the fear radiating out of its eyes. She let her head sink down, her nose nearly touching its head. She whispered to it, “Life, is a lonely lesson.”
And just like that, she left it…alone.
She wondered down the alley drunk on the adrenaline.
“Seraphim,” came a voice, “I need to speak with…”
Balseraph shook her head violently. The mask didn’t even budge.
“Shut up,” she growled, “shut up, shut up, shut up. The least you could do is learn my name.”
Perhaps it was due to the mask.
Perhaps it was the blood lust.
Balseraph continued her walk…aimlessly.
(I will leave this open for anyone to interact with her. If too much time goes by I will move on. green voices may not be heard by just anyone.)
And just like that, she left it…alone.
She wondered down the alley drunk on the adrenaline.
“Seraphim,” came a voice, “I need to speak with…”
Balseraph shook her head violently. The mask didn’t even budge.
“Shut up,” she growled, “shut up, shut up, shut up. The least you could do is learn my name.”
Perhaps it was due to the mask.
Perhaps it was the blood lust.
Balseraph continued her walk…aimlessly.
(I will leave this open for anyone to interact with her. If too much time goes by I will move on. green voices may not be heard by just anyone.)