The Taming [Synecdoche17 and Ty5550]
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				Title: <strong>The Taming [Synecdoche17 and Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 23:36:05</strong>
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				The rain came down in thick, punishing sheets that stung her bare skin and plastered her long, furred ears to her head. Her slender frame trembled unceasingly as she stumbled through the night, her feet splashed with mud. Cold wind howled through the trees, raking icy fingers across her skin, raising goosebumps. Far from home, hungry, desperate, she clambered over a rocky ridge, scraping her hip against a cruel limestone protrusion, and saw a small light below, the dull yellow of a cabin window, a single point of defiance against the infinite darkness of the night.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The light stung her with painful memories – memories of carpeted floors and soft beds, of warmth and fresh meat, of playful children who petted her and tied ribbons to her tail – and memories of hard looks, as she grew older, stronger, and uncontrollable. She would look up and see her owner looking at her intently; his wife watched them disdainfully, a paranoid gleam in her eye. There would be arguments between them later. She did not want to remember what came next: the long, silent car ride, the joyful exploration of a meadow, the sound of an engine fading in the distance, the bitter realization of betrayal, the grief of abandonment, the harsh, unending struggle for survival.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had come down the ridge, now, and fetched up against the side of the house. She had tried again and again to approach humans, but now, as a full-grown predator gliding out of the forest, she received a very different reaction than she had as a nekomimi kitten, when adults and children alike had clustered around her to coo over her delicate features, long ears, and mismatched eyes.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The porch proved a better refuge than the lee of the house, being mostly dry and walled on three sides. The lamp’s golden beam fell across her body; she felt terribly exposed, and curled up in trepidation, her tail wrapped across her trembling thighs, her ears high and alert, ever wary for the sound of a door unlocking, a brandished gun, an angry shout.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her cheeks drenched with rain, the lonely queen huddled under the porch roof and waited for the storm to pass.<br><br>Character Illustration (http://img4.gelbooru.com//images/495/83d0098a46ff042362b9fd3e65dc34ee6f243584.jpg?621832)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taming [Synecdoche17 and Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 05:53:47</strong>
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				Sighing heavily, Ty sank back into his seat as he sipped on his glass on ice water.&nbsp; His gleaming, brown eyes analyzed the drops of perspiration on the clear glass as they coated and clouded the outside of it, making his finger tips wet.&nbsp; His eyes followed the flowing beads of water as they dripped off the glass, hitting the jeans he had on and leaving small spots of water.&nbsp; It reminded him of the rain, how right now it was pouring down and showering the the park and forest around him.&nbsp; Thunder storms were so peaceful and beautiful, yet they could be a bit depressing and lonely.&nbsp; <br><br>Shifting on the couch, he grunted as his bare feet pressed against the soft carpet and the muscles in his legs allowed him to raise his young and lean body up to stand.&nbsp; Setting the glass down on the coffee table before him, his finger circled around the rim and he pressed it back, observing the wet ring it left.&nbsp; Could someone really be this bored?&nbsp; Standing up tall and straight to his full height which was just over six feet, he stretched his muscular body and popped some bones.&nbsp; Tilting his head to the side, he let his long, messy brown hair fal out of his eyes and to the side as he slowly approached the window.<br><br>He had originally come out here to just sort of take a bit of a break from all the madness in the city.&nbsp; He was a college student, though Ty was also a paid intern who made quite a bit since his studies focused on the growing science and need of genetic manipulation and enhancing.&nbsp; While out here though he hoped o perhaps do a bit of studying and review, perhaps even observe some of the subjects that had already been created through gene mutation since he was aware many of the animals that had been experimented were roaming around free in the wild due to miscalculations, misunderstandings, and human nature.<br><br>Scratching at an itch on his firm chest that was just beneath his white t-shirt, Ty then lifted his arm to slightly move the curtain out of the way to peer outside and watch the rain.&nbsp; He absolutely loved the sound storms made, especially the deep, roaring thunder as long as it was not too loud or overbearing.&nbsp; Lighting could be seen as beautiful as well when not destructive.&nbsp; He was the type of individual who was very understanding and open minded.&nbsp; Ignorance and arrogance were too things he hated the most, which was why he did not like heavy populated from time to time.&nbsp; In a way he also felt sorry for all those misunderstood genetic experiments who were cast away because of foolish fear and ignorance.<br><br>Eyes darkening, he was ready to turn away from the window when he caught a glimpse of something moving.&nbsp; Squinting and focusing as the rain splattered across the glass of the window, he could make out a human sized object heading toward his porch.&nbsp; Was someone out there in this storm?&nbsp; Quickly turning from the window and letting the curtain fall back in place, Ty's bare feet hit the floor rapidly as he sprinted down the stairs and to the front door.&nbsp; Turning the knob and opening it slowly, Ty poked his head out and peered around.&nbsp; His eyes widened and his body froze as he made out the sight of the neko making shelter against the cabin and on the porch.<br><br>At first, Ty was going to close and lock the door and just get away, but he was not sure what to do.&nbsp; Right now it was not the time to be a hypocrite, perhaps this would give him a chance to gather some research as he could actually observe and interact with a real live one up close like this.&nbsp; Slowly he stepped out on the porch and the cold, night air hit him hard, nipping at his toes.&nbsp; Shivering he approached her with caution, not wanting to startle her or anything like that.&nbsp; He knew the basics about her kind, her species, but her as an individual was something different.&nbsp; <br><br>Squatting down, he outstretched a hand.&nbsp; "Come here girl...I am not going to hurt you.&nbsp; Are you hurt?&nbsp; Cold?&nbsp; Hungry?"&nbsp; He kept his voice as kind and as soft as possible.&nbsp; "I can provide you with shelter.&nbsp; It is warm inside and I can take care of you, give you some food.&nbsp; Whatever you like."&nbsp; Slowly he stood up as he still kept his hand outstretched that offered her to come to him.&nbsp; His other hand held the door open to show he would let her in.&nbsp; In a way he was trying to sort of coax her and lead her in, make her feel welcomed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Taming [Synecdoche17 and Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 07:06:05</strong>
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				Any informed biologist could talk for hours about the difference between "fast" and "slow" twitch muscle fibers, but before such a biologist could do more than open his mouth, a neko would have already bounded across half a soccer field, which this one very nearly did, covering the short distance between cabin and tree and propelling herself halfway up the tree, whose sparse branches did little to hide her long, lithe form and pale fur and hair. Her eyes glinted brightly with reflected light from the doorway. Few humans could have understood speech at a distance, with the wind howling, but her generously endowed ears twitched with comprehension.<br><br>She did not trust him. Human men carried guns and whistles. They were aggressive, uniformed, ruthless. They worked in packs. Was this a trap? Her tail thrashed angrily as she hung from the tree trunk, caught between misery and risk.
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