Grab Somebody.. {damask}

[thistledown acooli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background-color:#050505;] GIVE ME EVERYTHING ------------------------------------------- Black tip of a tail slowly raised up into the air before flicking and then dropping quickly before repeating the process, the moment almost mesmerizing in its fluidity. Toes of one paw that hung lazily in the air twitched before the whiskered top lip joined it and then the ear before the whole head seemed to have a slight twitch that woke up the sleeping jaguar. Thistle shook the feeling that had caused the twitch out of his head, something in a dream perhaps. He squinted at something in the distance, his eyes unwilling to open to the brightness of day as he licked his lips before opening his jaws wide to yawn, the yawn making him raise his head up to stretch out his neck, paw that was resting on the branch of the tree digging its claws in as his whole body seemed to tense from the simple action of yawning. The simple action that was enough to unbalance him just the right amount for the weight of his body to slowly be taken as the victim of gravity and as he recovered from the yawn and let his body relax and his weight drop it was all that was needed for his entire body to slip off the side of the branch he had been slumbering on and fall through the air to land heavily on the hard stony ground underneath. A look of total disgust came upon the feline's features as he let out a slight growl of agitation at the earth, as though it was the dirt he was now lying on that had pulled him off his sleeping spot instead of his own inability to counteract gravity with appropriate balancing. Cat's always land on their feet... Well, not Thistle, who was sprawled on his stomach with legs seeming to have gone in every direction, a sharp stone stabbing painfully into his chest though luckily it hadn't broken through the skin. He slowly drew one front paw closer to him before doing the same with the other so that he could shift his weight onto them and raise his now aching body off the ground so he could stand. "Well, now I'm definitely awake." Was muttered under his breath in an agitated tone before he shook himself with a groan of effort to get the dirt off him. Why did it have to be so hot? Thistle started to walk towards the trunk of the tree he had been sleeping in, intent on getting back up there and trying to go back to sleep but the first step he took caused him to step on another sharp stone and he jumped back slightly at the sudden pain in his paw, grumbling about the earth being against him. "Since I can't sleep what am I supposed to do now?" He mused to himself out loud, sitting down and looking around as his tail flicked angrily around his legs, the kink in the end of it quite obvious. He still didn't open his slightly green tinted golden eyes fully as he looked around him at the ruined earth with boredom, there didn't seem to be anything to do at all around here. There wasn't even anyone to annoy as far as he could tell. ------------------------------------------- ooc

[damask arei]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Damask Arei the sea moves like silk but I only hear the crash The Words: 704 The Tags: Thistledown The Notes Sorry it took so long! It is once a grand place. Sprawling manors heaped upon thick carpets of wild vegetation tamed by care but freed by the wind. Rich ornaments decorating both the exterior and interior of the great mansions. Flashing specks of light gently twinkling within the wide open windows, no doubt signaling the trickle of dripping jewelry and crystal décor. And the rich residents that dwell inside bearing gaudy jewels and lavish coats of silk. All style and painted wealth, but hardly any mind in those dressed up bodies. But now it is reduced to rubble and ashes, the remains of an old glory, the past still stirring its empty bones. This hallowed place may have accommodated the previous reign of might in Dolce, the predecessors of the kings and queens who rule today. Damask sifts through the fine silt that smooths the ground, briefly turning his thoughts to the rulers of old. As a growing cub, he has learned from his tutors of the age-old history of his great lineage. The Arei's have ruled for decades now, bordering close to a century. He remembers being told that it was the usual assassination that befell the last king of the previous royal family, whatever his name was. The snow leopard trots away from this open area of wild grass, and dips into the acres of ground more populated by trees. The undergrowth is thicker here, and provides him more cover. He slides easily through the winding vines, his ears twitching at each sound he encounters. There are many noises echoing throughout the emerald chambers of the woods. Although not much of a forest, it does boast a handful of scraggly trees, managing to fit one tree every twenty pawsteps or so. But it is a peaceful paradise, just the perfect getaway haunt after days of the royal court. He feels freer here: wilder. Like he can reconnect to what his species may once have been. He knows those stories of the old, old days. The ancient times when cats like him held no such nobility, no titles and no wealth. Just a crafty mind and claws to shape his life. Living in a quiet solitude, the peace only broken with occasional scuffles over territory and prey. No worries outside of survival. It is just you and the wind, battling for something to live for. The trees would ring your little life, the little animals coming to your paws. Carefree days, something Damask can only dream of. He knows his family will only scoff at his dreams, telling him they are just that: dreams. But who says dreams are not a vision of the future? A large thumping sound resonates through the paltry forest. The duke instantly freezes, his head whipping over to the direction of the sound. Cautiously, he walks over, his paws silently skittering over the earth. He reaches a part of the forest where the ground is rough with stone. A tree stands before him, its trunk contorted with age and its branches littering the earth surrounding it. A disgruntled jaguar is sprawled in its midst, his paws splaying over the many broken twigs. He growls a little as he heaves himself to his paws. Damask watches on carefully, scrutinizing the ink-rosette tipped pelt. "Well now I'm definitely awake. Since I can't sleep what am I supposed to do now?" As the jaguar stands, pointed rocks and other painful debris trickle from his coat. He shakes out his mussed fur and looks back up the tree he evidently rolled out of. As he appears to contemplate what to do next, Damask steps closer as if to formally announce himself. "Do you have any notion that you are stepping upon the ancient grounds of the last royal family?" he asks without preamble. The duke does not introduce himself under the assumption that he was that well-known around these parts. After a short pause, he sighs, "But that is the past, and now the great Arei family reigns. Are you a stranger to these lands? Or do you simply rest from a day's worth of hard labor?" He looks at the jaguar, his eyes wide in as if in question although they betray none of his curiosity. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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