Kyribird
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- Posted: Mon, 05 Dec 2005 02:56:42 +0000
Mordread wandered down the street, the street lights shining rather brightly. Too brightly for his sensitive eyes, that was for sure. His long white tail twitched behind him through a hole he had cut in the back of his leather pants. His pants...He sighed. He finally had -pants- after being a stupid servant all those years.
Mussed raven hair seemed to fall in his eyes, much to the cat-man's dismay. He hated his hair and always tried its best to thwart his plans of attack. He cut it, it grew. He pinned it, it broke the pins. He put it in a pony tail...and miraculously, it stayed put. All except for his bangs, which weren't quite long enough to be stuck in the rubber bands.
He had absolutely no clue why he was wandering out, on a sunday night, alone. Let alone, in a place he'd really never been before....but that was Mordread. He never really Had a place to go before. Or stay. And he had just gotten an apartment in this town for reasons...he really didn't know either.
His features were mainly human, except the little white ears which poked out of the top of his head and his long tail. His tail which was his pride and joy...and wayyyy to sensitive to the touch. It brushing against a cold pole, damped with condensation, caused him to realize that yet again as a shiver of cold spiked through his body and he mewed loudly. "Guh!"
Finally, he found a bench and sat down, unaware that it too was covered in condensation. A yowl let loose from his mouth at the cold and he hissed. Now not only was he cold, he was wet. And his leather pants would have water spots. What a lovely night.
Mordread pulled out a book from his book bag. Astrophysics...he loved the stuff. Cracking the book, he read quietly, thankful that there were no streetlights to hinder his keen night-vision. Ahhh....book....
Mussed raven hair seemed to fall in his eyes, much to the cat-man's dismay. He hated his hair and always tried its best to thwart his plans of attack. He cut it, it grew. He pinned it, it broke the pins. He put it in a pony tail...and miraculously, it stayed put. All except for his bangs, which weren't quite long enough to be stuck in the rubber bands.
He had absolutely no clue why he was wandering out, on a sunday night, alone. Let alone, in a place he'd really never been before....but that was Mordread. He never really Had a place to go before. Or stay. And he had just gotten an apartment in this town for reasons...he really didn't know either.
His features were mainly human, except the little white ears which poked out of the top of his head and his long tail. His tail which was his pride and joy...and wayyyy to sensitive to the touch. It brushing against a cold pole, damped with condensation, caused him to realize that yet again as a shiver of cold spiked through his body and he mewed loudly. "Guh!"
Finally, he found a bench and sat down, unaware that it too was covered in condensation. A yowl let loose from his mouth at the cold and he hissed. Now not only was he cold, he was wet. And his leather pants would have water spots. What a lovely night.
Mordread pulled out a book from his book bag. Astrophysics...he loved the stuff. Cracking the book, he read quietly, thankful that there were no streetlights to hinder his keen night-vision. Ahhh....book....
