ORIGIN

i wondered how they'd all done without me. my time of hiding was something i not only needed, but wanted. how could i explain that to cancer? how could i ever express to him anything that's going on inside? i was certain i really couldn't, so i wouldn't even try, not even if he asked. would he ask? would he care? or would he be too obsessed over his new kids? would those new kids even know what i've done for them. the lack of appreciation -whether fictional or factual- brought a sneer to my lips. marred features contorting where they could to accommodate such a disgusted expression. countenance only grew more so as i entered orion's main area.

monstrous paws advanced my large, scarred stature toward the epicenter of the room. sumptuous in stride and embark, an odd elegance overcoming my now fully grown figure. thick, heavy mane fell in onyx tipped tresses about spine and shoulders, consuming my neck. it covered the large scar which ran the diagonal length of my neck, only allowing a very small bit to be exposed upon my cheek. emerald lenses, unamused, scanned the room. tufted tassel gave a flick of indifference, a light hiss of antipathy slipped through the sneer. hulking skull swung, looking around, wondering if anyone would even recognize my scent and come running. wondering if anyone would realize it was me, and try to approach. would they care? was any of this worth it? if not, i'll crawl back into my hole, where they'd never find me again. but i'd be around, watching. watching, waiting, snarling, no doubt writhing in my den of rage. but my patience was unrivaled, and so, i simply waited for whatever was to happen next - if anything.

"cat. large cat." came a small voice, the only thing turning to meet her was the swivel of the corresponding ear.
"niru."
i corrected for her, hulking mass then pivoting to observe her in full. a small little thing, though mature. another feline, though i hadn't ever met her before. brows lay in an indifferent line, as the sneer transformed into an equally firm line.


all other vocals were hushed for now, no more words to spill. quite the contrary from what i had been before, which was nothing short of a chatter box. i couldn't even pretend to half way care about what her name is, or what she even wanted from me. i couldn't muster the passion i once had for life, i couldn't even act like it had been there once in my life. tarnished countenance looked down upon the female, the expression still ever so disinterested.