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Chyatur Telemus · July 1, 2002, 01:08 AM

Out of a simple glass jug came the gentle flow of water. A pair of thin, pursed lips reach to the flow and drink deeply, a needed refreshment. Each brightening is long indeed, yes? Peering down a slender, well formed nose, across a fur covered face, were two haunting eyes, each one a pale yellow, slit, cat-like, and they watched silently as the water crept out of it's jug.

The room was a simple one, but exceedingly well kept. The small fireplace, the single force of heat in this old home, shone a clean, comforting light across the simple furnishings of this home. The soft, clean linens on a simple, oak bed...the ungarnished and quaint arm-chair and it's accompanying desk sitting just far enough from the fire for the sake of safety.

Chyatur sat in that armchair as he had many a time before...but more often, he seemed to recall, had it been his father in this chair, reviewing with him something learned in school, sometimes going so far as to taunt him, challenge him.

The ages he had spent growing and living in this house...his youth...they had taken their toll upon him. His parents had long since left...the house had been his for quite some time...but his schooling had kept him away. Now he returned to the home of his parents, determined to make it his own. It had never been large, but it had fit the need.

His right eye, unblemished and clean, blinked once as he set aside the flask. The other, his left, barely moved at all. Set just a but further back, the lids were slightly more shut, but above and below extended three scars, the marks of a claw rake. Nonetheless his appearance was still rather remarkable. As are all Cheetari, his fur gave him a rather clean and intimate comfort, keeping him both warm and protected...at least more so than those raw skined others.

Sitting up, Chyatur of the Telemus family smiled faintly and yawned, his sharp white teeth glaring.

Another day, and still he had accomplished nothing...after graduating from the elementary schooling of the academy, he was finally home.

The only question was what to do now...

July 1, 2002, 01:08 AM	#1 (permalink)
Chyatur Telemus Citizen Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Aelyria Prime Posts: 41	To the Nest of a Katta... Out of a simple glass jug came the gentle flow of water. A pair of thin, pursed lips reach to the flow and drink deeply, a needed refreshment. Each brightening is long indeed, yes? Peering down a slender, well formed nose, across a fur covered face, were two haunting eyes, each one a pale yellow, slit, cat-like, and they watched silently as the water crept out of it's jug. The room was a simple one, but exceedingly well kept. The small fireplace, the single force of heat in this old home, shone a clean, comforting light across the simple furnishings of this home. The soft, clean linens on a simple, oak bed...the ungarnished and quaint arm-chair and it's accompanying desk sitting just far enough from the fire for the sake of safety. Chyatur sat in that armchair as he had many a time before...but more often, he seemed to recall, had it been his father in this chair, reviewing with him something learned in school, sometimes going so far as to taunt him, challenge him. The ages he had spent growing and living in this house...his youth...they had taken their toll upon him. His parents had long since left...the house had been his for quite some time...but his schooling had kept him away. Now he returned to the home of his parents, determined to make it his own. It had never been large, but it had fit the need. His right eye, unblemished and clean, blinked once as he set aside the flask. The other, his left, barely moved at all. Set just a but further back, the lids were slightly more shut, but above and below extended three scars, the marks of a claw rake. Nonetheless his appearance was still rather remarkable. As are all Cheetari, his fur gave him a rather clean and intimate comfort, keeping him both warm and protected...at least more so than those raw skined others. Sitting up, Chyatur of the Telemus family smiled faintly and yawned, his sharp white teeth glaring. Another day, and still he had accomplished nothing...after graduating from the elementary schooling of the academy, he was finally home. The only question was what to do now... __________________ The scars of time heal far slower than the scars left from a claw. As one fades away, it is replaced with the other. The cycle continues... Last edited by Chyatur Telemus; July 3, 2002 at 06:00 PM.