|
Post by feather on Jan 23, 2012 4:59:31 GMT
((OOC: lol, our names look like they'd be warrior cat names))
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/vxmf7c.png,true]
Rain fell down in heavy drops as Feather walked towards the entrance of her destination. She'd been avoiding this place for months. The zoo. The first time she had ever walked through the gates she had been terrified at the wind howling through, the cause of many eerie noises. She had been just over a year old at the time and little jumps in the night gave her a shock. It was almost a year later now and she was attempting this again. She was determined to make it all the way through the graveyard like setting.
The silver-gray she-cat took a deep breath to calm her self and started forward at a faster pace. She had been here originally when looking for her father. She had a hard time believing that he would hide out in the haunting zoo but she had to check all the major places in the city. Still, no one had seen her father in some time and he could just be hiding somewhere. Not dead though, anything but dead.
Feather kept her blue eyes wide as she entered the zoo. It wasn't windy today, a bonus, but the rain made the entire place look soggy and gross. She wondered why she decided to come here today of all days.
She shook out her wet fur and walked towards shelter. She felt like a drowned rat but there was nothing she could do about it. This was better than the usual snow around this time. Rain brought animals out, animals that could be food for all the hungry souls of Hexasol.
Feather ended up near the some old animal cages, they were dark inside and obviously unused for years. She continued along the rows of cages, carefully looking in each one for signs of life. She was at her fourth cage when she noticed a mass of something laying near the back cage. Wearily she walked towards the door of the cage, her long fur sticking up. She felt brave in those moments as she walked through the cage door and into darkness. It only took a moment for her eyes to adjust and she could see clearly once more. The door behind her creaked.
Feather walked towards the mound and let out a shriek of horror despite herself. She scrunched up her nose in disgust, she should have recognized the smell. It was rancid, it smelled like death. Feather didn't want to get any closer to find out what the animal was despite her curiosity. Someone should really come in here and bury all the dead animals. There were bound to be more.
She backed away with haste, ready to leave the cage, but to her horror the cage door was closed. She stared up in dismay. Just her luck, she had decided to be brave and now she was stuck in a cage with a rotting corpse. Feather wondered how she would get out of this mess.
|
[/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] [/size][/color][/font][/size][/color][/font]
|
|
|
Post by MudBug on Jan 23, 2012 8:09:24 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,170,true][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/w7ivxg.jpg,true] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!"
Time was short lived, and taken for granted. Tony had never thought himself the type to take time for granted, and yet here he was - walking through the abandoned zoo of Hexasol, in the rain, no less. How could he bring himself to toss away precious life like this? This was no place to just wander and think. Since when had Tony even been the type to think at all? He couldn't recall.
His eyes fell on the ranks of cages being doused in the cloud's tears. Greyness wafted around everything like a blanket, casting it all in the dismal light that only a proper storm could. Had he been a philosopher, he might have pondered what it was that made any living thing naturally associate the greyness of a storm with negative feelings, but a philosopher he was not. So, instead, he only splashed aimlessly in puddles, trying to listen to the interesting sounds the rain made as it bounced off of anything metal nearby.
Most others may have been disturbed, even frightened to find themselves in such a scene, and yet it amused Tony. The ridiculousness of being afraid of a place, simply because it was wet and abandoned, was quite amusing when you thought about how simple it was. A faint creak sounded in the distance, and Tony could have sworn he heard the gasp of another living being.
Tony turned his gaze away from the ghost cages, back to the puddle he had been stirring. He let out a sigh as he lifted his paw from the murky waters with a shake, and turned to explore the old holdings.
He came upon the first cage quickly - like you would rip away a bandage. Upon discovering no mound of terrors, or monsters ravishing the corpse of their prey, he chuckled darkly and continued on. The sound of his paws was undetectable, artfully hidden in the cascading sounds of the falling rain. Tony smiled deftly, feeling as though he were the ghost, haunting the ghosts themselves.
His smile faded immediately, however, as the fourth cage's contents shocked him, sending him back quite a few paces. The beautiful feline at the door was an afterthought, in lieu of the decaying flesh in the corner.
Tony's gaze fixed upon the subject, and morbid curiosity made him wonder just what animal it had once walked the earth as, but he tore his gaze away to cast a pleading glance to the other feline - the one trapped behind bars, sharing a cell with death.
"Miss, I'm going to guess you didn't lock yourself in there on purpose, so do you have any ideas as to how I might help you escape?" |
|
|
|
Post by feather on Jan 24, 2012 0:18:22 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/vxmf7c.png,true]
Feather looked at the cage in dismay. The door had closed on her and she couldn't for the life of her, literally, figure out what to do. The door was shut, there was mound of decaying flesh behind her and no other door but the one in front of her.
Feather was in the process of panic when she heard the smooth voice of a tom come from outside the cage. She had been thinking that she was the biggest idiot there was when she noticed his warm eyes through the bars. She scrambled back in surprise, not expecting to see another live soul in this dreaded place. She looked all around the tom to see if he was alone. She couldn't recognize him. He could easily be from either Iris or Lexis, maybe even a loner. The heavens know that she hadn't been one for getting to know her own tribe. She had been too focused on looking for her father and mostly returned to Lexis for the safety.
"To be honest with you, I'm not sure exactly how I got into this mess." She sighed, annoyed with herself for not being more careful. "The wind must have closed the door."
Feather backed away from the door to get a better, more full, view of the cage. The bars were thick and went rather high. There was a covering over her head, the upside to that was the blocking of rain. To her left was the door, still closed and helping her none. To her right there was a ledge, seemingly randomly placed, that would raise her a few feet off the ground if she chose to jump up there. She moved her eyes back to the bars of the cage. The seemed evenly spaced where she was standing, all about the width of her own body if she excluded all of her fur. The bars were raised off the ground a bit and it would take some maneuvering if she wanted to make her way through them. Feather shook out her soaked fur in an attempt to warm herself, her silver-gray fur was never good when it came to rain but this might be an advantage right now. With her fur plastered to her body she might be able to squeeze through the bars. It would end up being a tight squeeze. She decided that this should be a last resort.
She turned her icy-blue eyes back towards the tom in front of her. "Is there any way you could open the door?" She asked, calmed a little at the fact he was kind enough to ask her if she needed help. "I might be able to squeeze through these bars but it'd be a tight fit and I don't think it'll be easy."
|
[/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] [/size][/color][/font][/size][/color][/font]
|
|