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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 18:59:18 GMT -5
The she-cat felt reassured by the tom's kind words, and even blushed a little as he called her pretty. "They call me...Zahara." she told the tom. On the inside, Zahara was battling her thoughts on a certain decision. She had worn the cloak in public ever since she became an assassin. Should she? The she-cat felt she could trust this tom, and Jet too... They just had that kind of nature about them. And besides, she couldn't really make any friends without showing her face to the friendly cats.
Zahara continued to list the pros and cons, and finally made her decision. While being very hesitant, she used both front paws to remove her hood, just the hood though. It revealed her tonkinese marked head, according to the assassin, it was one of the less beautiful breeds. Her silver earrings on her left ear shone in the light as Zahara turned, looking into the water again.
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Post by Kitsani on May 26, 2012 10:28:18 GMT -5
The marbled dancer smiled at how excited Misto seemed at the idea of being able to play for her. Such kind cats, she sat on a stone a little ways away from Zahara, crossing her leg over the other and letting her tail flick cheerfully. "My name is Jet," she purred smoothly. Jet glanced over at Zahara as she introduced herself. And then watched as the tentative she-cat pulled down her hood. You could tell by the way the other cat hesitated constantly that she wasn't as confident as the sokoke cat. It made Jet feel a little...sad. Guilty, almost. She never judged others by their beauty, but she often fretted about her own looks. It made her feel a little shallow sometimes; who was she to talk about looks when she's never really had to worry about them?
"You're pretty, you know." She mewed suddenly with a kind smile. "You should come dance with me more often, you were good at that, too," Jet purred, putting her paws together in a single cheerful clap like she did sometimes. "It could be fun!" She chided in a kittish mew. She was never the most mature, and she loved the idea of fun. When others danced with her, she always felt so joyous. And she enjoyed dancing with this cat, although Jet would need to watch her paws around her cloak so she didn't stumble like last time. But everything happened for a reason, right? Thanks to her trip she got to meet Snow the other night in the tavern.
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Post by icyreflections on May 26, 2012 15:28:04 GMT -5
Misto was pleased with the aspect of meeting Jet again to play for her as she danced. He was curious what sort of dances she knew and was fond of and which music he should play for her. Was she able to keep up with an incredibly slow waltz or did she need something much faster? He cast a sideways glance at her and noticed her paws and realized how incredibly ridden they were- it was at that moment that Misto realized that Jet was more than likely able to hold her own in any sort of dance though, he wasn’t sure if he should feel sorry she had to hurt herself so much to reach that point or if he should be in awe of her abilities. In the end, he chose to silently admire her determination and talent.
Misto glanced in Zahara’s direction and gave her an encouraging grin. His black and white tail swayed behind him in excited anticipation. He was pleased to see her consider his words- and was proud of the she-cat for removing the hood of her long cloak to reveal her pleasant expression. Misto, though a gentle and playful flirt, never judged others on their appearance. Sure, some cats were naturally better looking than others, but to Misto, personality made all the difference. He was rather sensitive for a tom, mainly due to the fact that his mother coddled him as a kit and thus, he didn’t judge others too severely on their appearance as he did with their internal attributes.
Misto, still residing beside Jet and looking over his shoulder at Zahara, purred silkily, “you’re beautiful, dear Zahara- you possess a strong, brave heart and you are beautiful.” He looked at her for a moment, studying her revealed face and storing it in his memory should he ever see her again- and maybe- read her fortune. Misto had a silent task in life and that was quietly studying the cats he came into contact with everyday. It was his duty to memorize their names and faces and remember what sort of faces they made depending on their moods and emotions. These indications helped the tom later when they approached him and asked for a ‘psychic’ reading- he was able to mask his own expressions but was able to read others like a book and this made it easier for him to convince others that the fortunes he predicted were accurate. Though it seemed like a nearly impossible task, Misto, being in tune with others’ feelings all his life, was quite used to assessing others and didn’t even think much about it.
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Post by mysterykitten on May 26, 2012 15:47:32 GMT -5
Zahara tilted her ears in an embarrassed fashion, and felt her pelt grow hot from all of the compliments. "T-Thanks..." she managed to stutter. These cats actually said she was pretty, no one has done that before, except Elena, but that was different. All of her life cats have called her a monster, murderer, thief, all because of her job as an assassin.
Holding back tears of happiness, she looked to the dancer, Jet. "I'll just have to take you up on that offer." she purred, smiling. Zahara believed she had just made some new friends.
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Post by Kitsani on May 26, 2012 18:38:40 GMT -5
Jet smiled, pleased by the she-cat's response. Oh how she loved to dance with others! As she glanced over at Misto to ask him if he would play for both of them, she followed his gaze to her paws momentarily. She smiled fading swiftly, she hid her paw-pads against her fur. She just...didn't like to answer questions about them, and sometimes felt a prickle of shame. Dancers are supposed to be talented. Surely it's not talent if you aren't born with it or develop it on your own, right? She had to train so hard, and even now she occasionally trips and stumbles in her performances. She didn't want anyone's pity, she just preferred they didn't judge her on her scars.
"I'm...going to put my paws in the water too," she decided, her mew a bit awkward but her movements still graceful as she padded over to sit beside Zahara, tossing her a smile as she stuck her feet into the warm springs. Jet resisted the urge to swim in it completely. She never really minded the water, and singing while dancing int he rain in thew middle of the night was when the she-cat was most at ease. But she didn't really want to take off her belt, and it seemed a bit weird to randomly go swimming when they were in the middle of getting to know eachother. The sokoke smiled to herself. She liked these cats, they were so...friendly. She realized she didn't know how Zahara made her living, but with some of the occupations out there, Jet decided it rude to ask and kept quiet.
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Post by icyreflections on May 27, 2012 15:29:37 GMT -5
Misto’s eyes were directed at Jet’s paws for a moment but when the she-cat turned them away from his attention and announced that she decided to sit beside Zahara, Misto suddenly felt a hot surge of guilt run throughout his body. He certainly didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable- in fact, he hadn’t even realized that his eyes were fixed in that direction. In the midst of his train of thought, he somehow ended up curiously wondering about Jet’s abilities as a dancer and his gaze just so happened to find her paws, which were scarred with her tireless efforts. He didn’t pity her exactly nor did he think less of her skills… In fact, he was moved by her paws because they told the story of a young cat who endured hours and hours of pain to get to where she was today. He was suddenly aware of what he must have looked like while he was in his head and he regretted his actions as suddenly as Jet moved away from him. He wished he could apologize for making her feel uncomfortable but he decided against it- it would only make the situation worse. Zahara didn’t seem to even notice, so who was he to bring more attention to something that both he and Jet didn’t want to bring to light?
Misto stood alone as the she-cats sat in the hot springs together. He suddenly felt excluded and invasive of their company and a queasy sensation warped his stomach. He felt a sting in his throat and an uneasiness that was unbearable. What should he do? Should he bow out of their conversation quietly or should he gently try to include himself? On normal circumstances, Misto was happy and friendly and it was rather difficult to get him to hush up- he was normally the cat that kept the conversation moving because he enjoyed the sounds of laughter and idle chatter. It made him feel warm and comforted to be surrounded by friends and company. The reason he was having such a difficult time deciding what to do however, was because he was now afraid that he would say something to further offend the friends he though he made. He was looking forward to playing his violin for them again in the future so they could dance together but now he wasn’t sure if he severed that trust. Though he was certain he was over-reacting, his heart began to beat a little quicker and his breathing became a little heavier. He needed to do something to calm himself.
Looking down at his paw, his amber eyes fell upon the glorious instrument that he held in his grip. Suddenly, the urge to play overcame him and, stepping back to his stone to give the girls space to chat alone, he leaned the small of his back against the smooth, steam-warmed surface and began to play quietly. The notes were long and deep- a sort of sad, moaning sound filling the air.
Misto shut his eyes and let the music carry his feelings away as the sounds erupted from the violin’s core and were born and pushed into existence. Through space and time the song of longing forgiveness swam and as the sounds fluttered away forever, so did Misto’s nerves.
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Post by mysterykitten on May 28, 2012 12:53:14 GMT -5
Zahara twitched her ears as an awkward silence filled the area, but was soon silenced by the beautiful music by none other than Misto. Letting out a sigh, the she-cat closed her eyes and let the wonderful sounds fill her up once more. Though, these notes were different, longer, more saddening. Playing on a very well done poker-face smile, (which she had happened to perfect) the assassin couldn't help but think. Did she miss something by the time she looked away from the two? What was it?
Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts, she focused on the sad, dreary music that Misto was playing. it sort of brought back all of the sad times that Zahara had been a part of. One being her and her brother's abandonment at the orphanage, who would enjoy that? Another memory was her brother being taken away, adopted by, where later in life she would figure out, pirates. Her days in the orphanage had turned sour after that, hissing and swiping at possible adopters. It brought a smile to Zahara's face as she thought of what an idiot she was back then. But, she was glad she did all of that, because if she didn't hiss and scratch the adopters, she wouldn't have become an assassin, Salome would've never adopted her in the first place when he saw her skills.
Then this brought her to the memory of the worst, the biggest hired kill she had ever done. The pirate, Balkaan, where later in the memory she figured out was her brother. The thought that she had killed one of her family members made her throat tighten, and Zahara really hoped that Jet or Misto would speak to her until it was loose again.
Finally out of the memories, Zahara looked up to the sky, praying that her brother was there, watching over her right now. He had accepted the time of his death, he let his sister kill him. When does that happen?
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Post by Kitsani on May 28, 2012 14:45:10 GMT -5
"He's very talented," was all the marbled sokoke said, not wanting to interrupt as she passed her remark over to the she-cat she was seated beside. But Jet's expression was soft and sad. It sometimes frustrated her how easily music - especially when played well- could tamper with her emotions. Glancing over at Zahara, the dancer noticed she wasn't the only one who seemed to be forced down memory lane by the sad tunes.
The death of her mother. She tried not to think about it often, but occasionally the sting behind her eyelids would return... like now. It had been so sudden, some cats even anticipated that Jet would be relieved. It made her sick. Her mother, although very headstrong and closed-minded, had always been there for the tiny she-cat when she was young. Some would assume by her paws her mother was cold and terrible and heartless, but whenever Jet found herself stuck, her mother always carried her through. Her mother taught her confidence through dance, and because of it the sokoke feline never felt a lack of self-worth. She always knew exactly who she was and who she was going to be. It was true, often it grew dull, and she would whine for something else. But in the end did it really matter? She made a living, she owned a home. That right there was better than some could say.
Her icy eyes drifted back to Misto as he played. Did his paws ever hurt? Did the strings ever dig into his paw pads the way gravel dug into hers? His fingers seemed soft and gentle; she didn't think so. Strength was the last thing he would ever need to play tunes like that. It was all in the heart. She frowned softly, half-wishing it could be like that for her and dancing. She stared into the water, her whiskers twitching quietly. She wasn't going to be the one to interrupt the melody, so she remained very hushed as she listened thoughtfully, pondering what it was Zahara reflected upon, wonder clouding her eyes as well.
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Post by icyreflections on May 29, 2012 19:17:26 GMT -5
Misto was only somewhat aware of the forest that surrounded him. He was now in a trance-like state as he continued to play his music. He felt the gentle breezes of the forest and the soil underneath his paws, the gentle, trickling noises of the water, the songs of the birds in the trees above; he could smell of the earth and taste the wind but despite his subconscious awareness of the outside world, his primary attention was dedicated to producing the glorious sound flowing from the depths of his violin.
The long, melancholy tones that symbolized his longing for forgiveness continued as his soul sought forgiveness for the wrongdoing he deemed himself guilty of. As the music threatened to overpower him, he drowned in the sorrow of the notes for a single moment that seemed like a lifetime- it brought about all sorts of unpleasant memories from his mischievous kithood that he wished he hadn’t done; all the lies and deceitful schemes only a kit could get away with still tore at him to this day for he could see the shame his actions brought to his mother. Though the thoughts stung like icy waters as he sank deeper and deeper within his gloomy, he suddenly took a breath and let the captured air seep from his lips. In one gush he burst tot eh surface of his frozen lagoon of despair, and the pent up feeling he had were gone and with that, he repositioned his bow skillfully on the strings of the violin rested upon his shoulder and without missing a beat, the mournful tune ebbed into an explosion of joyous sounds.
He had been forgiven, the pain and guilt that once racked his being were now gone. He was able to ask for forgiveness for what he did wrong and was able to let go and rejoice. The song he played was well known to his family- it was a song traditionally believed to be about a lover who upset his beloved for behaving stupidly and must correct his actions and beg her for forgiveness or else risk losing her forever. The sad tune played represents his pain and fear of being separate from his true love and the prospect of never seeing or being with her again. The song’s ending is glorious and happy for the cat saw the errors of his ways and was rewarded with his love’s tender kiss as she forgave him and they danced together gleefully under the full moon. The song symbolized the passion and triumph of pleasant virtue over sorrow and wickedness. Though Misto’s family only believed this to be the true ending- they once heard an alternate one that was much sadder than the traditional, elated one. He once heard an ending in which the young tomcat from the song committed suicide because his lover decided to could never forgive him. The family was shocked upon hearing this one and Misto for one, thought it left much to be desired for the tomcat in the song didn’t learn anything. It wasn’t very realistic at all. He assumed some cat with a very serious problem came up with this ending. The happy ending erupts into a cheerful, fast-paced number that begs for everyone listening to dance while the sad ending usually ends in sobs and tense shoulders.
He looked over to his friends sitting in the hot springs and wondered what they thought of when the music played. He was hoping that perhaps he could help lift the silence. He felt better now and hoped that any of the lingering tenseness that threatened the three before could be let go. Still with his violin in position and his magical paws working miraculously, he toddled his way over to the she-cats, circled their pool on unsteady legs- looking very much like a mystical faun or leprechaun in his movements- and stopped right next to their heads, which were poking out of the water. He held his violin's note and gave them a smirk and raised his brow in a playful, but somewhat cocky manner. "Would anyone like to join in the fun?"
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Post by mysterykitten on May 29, 2012 19:37:54 GMT -5
Zahara was surprised when the tune changed yet again to a completely different mood, a more joyous one. This changed the she-cat's memory mind-set to the much happier ones. The innocence she had during her first training sessions to be an assassin, not thinking it mattered, how silly she was back then, pulling pranks with the other trainees on the seniors, what fun it was, but they also got in trouble quite a bit.
"Would anyone like to join the fun?" the voice sounded in Zahara's ears as the note Misto was playing was being held. Looking to the tom with a grin on her face, she answered. "Sure, why not?" But really, why not? The she-cat was taking the day off, might as well do fun things with her newly-made friends.
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Post by Kitsani on May 30, 2012 15:26:44 GMT -5
Jet blinked up, having almost half-dozed off in the sweet lullaby he had made. Now she knew how other cats felt when she'd sing and accidentally put them to sleep, not thanks from her sleep casting abilities. The tune made boisterous change in tune, and it was yet again one of those melodies that made her tap her foot quietly to the melody of it. She pulled herself out of the water, shaking off her damp paws with a crooked grin. An offer to join in? Was he suggesting she danced? The marbled feline flashed her teeth in a grin, "Definatly," She chided, padding over to where he was with a swift of her tail.
Up close, she could see the more intriguing details in the instrument Misto played. It was a nice colour, and Jet's blue eyes sparkled curiously as she glanced at it. It must've taken forever to learn how to play it, and how to get a beautiful sound to come out of a bunch of wood and strings. The best Jet would've been able to do was maybe make a half-decent bow, something violent and not even comparable to the soothing cheeriness Misto could bring with his instrument.
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Post by icyreflections on Jun 6, 2012 21:20:59 GMT -5
Relieved that the song he produced had the affect that he wished for, Misto’s heart soared and the cheeriness he felt was made clearly noticeable through his music. He grinned widely as the she-cats he had managed to befriend gathered themselves up from the waters of the hot springs to join him in his song and dance. Music was a universal language- it could produce so much emotion and kinship by simply existing. Misto rejoiced in the power he had lying upon his shoulder as his bow ran across the violin’s strings at a remarkable pace. He could make others weep, laugh, kiss, dance, and smile with his mighty instrument. He could mend broken hearts and settled disputes, he could make couples fall in love, he could create a warm, friendly atmosphere, he could show off and amaze on-lookers, he could distract those who were too busy with their hectic lives for a few blissful moments and create illusions of a better place in their heads- most importantly of all, he could reach out and connect to strangers in ways that were quite simply, impossible to accomplish by mere words or actions. In just one evening, Misto managed to connect to two cats he never met before and it was all due to his magical violin.
Twirling on his fast feet, Misto’s paws worked at lightening-pace as he ran his paws up and down the neck of his violin and maneuvered the bow across its body. The music was extremely quick and high-pitched, but rather than creating an insulting noise the atmosphere was fun and daring. The song was fun and wild; it invited- almost dared- anyone who heard it to try to keep pace to the fervent violinist. The tuxedo tom had his eyes closed as he immersed himself in the song and let the sound carry and move him about the arena. His feline senses were perked, of course. He was well balanced and was able to feel how close he was to another cat or a stone or the edge of a pool. But he was able to subdue these senses and allowed them to work without him knowledge; instead he concentrated on his quick paws and the music and his twisting and turning until he was close enough to his original boulder. With a graceful leap, the black and white tomcat’s eyes flew open as he quickly and quietly measured the distance he was away from the rock’s tip and accurately determined the opportune moment to make his move in the midst of his twirls. At the end of one rotation, he was able to smoothly complete his turn and press off one foot and land atop his target. The song paused momentarily as he settled on the stone and repositioned the violin onto his shoulder. He looked down at his audience from his stage and in a loud, excited sort of way, raising his bow in the air, he bellowed, “everyone dance! Be merry!”
And thus, he picked off exactly where he left off prior to his leap; the same delightfully intoxicating song filling the air and twirling around anyone who wished to listen. Misto looked down at the cats below him with a pleased smile parting his lips as his foot tapped to the tune. How could anyone resist?
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Post by mysterykitten on Jun 6, 2012 21:39:35 GMT -5
Grinning at the offer to dance, Zahara got out of the water, her back legs were soaked but they would probably dry off as she danced. Standing up, she began to dance around in a graceful manner, moving with quick steps to move along with the music. The she-cat was happy that she could do what she loved to do now, dance, which she couldn't do all that often due to her job.
As she twirled around, happy memories flooded in from her past times dancing with the other assassins, good times.
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Post by Kitsani on Jun 7, 2012 12:49:54 GMT -5
Jet ruefully hopped Misto didn't mind the sound of her bells as they chimed in with her every sway. The marbled feline concentrated, catching the beat of the melodic tune and moving with expertise and grace, mirroring the tom's twirls and often hopping off to preform her own styles. She simply let the music take her. The sokoke hardly had anything to say on the matter as the music played, telling her where to go and guiding her as if it could actually move the she-cat. It just seemed to work that way for the dancer, and she hardly held back. Oh, how she loved to dance.
She flashed a grin, noticing the other she-cat seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit as well. She rarely say the feline at ease; Zahara wasn't the very open type as far as Jet could tell. But dancing and music were - like Misto thought - a universal language. No matter the differences between others, music and dances and arts were simply something that weren't always understood but never really needed to be understood. And musician or dancer or maybe even artist would agree; you don't really think about it, it's something you feel and go with it. And that's what Jet did as she swayed and danced, grinning merrily as she hopped about, the small stones feeling smooth beneath her feet, and the heat of the pools warming her fur. The heat was a bit uncomfortable, but she would prefer hot over cold any day.
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Post by icyreflections on Jun 8, 2012 17:57:06 GMT -5
The tinkling sound of bells chimed through the fast-paced melody. Misto cast a quick glance upward and grinned to himself as he saw Jet and Zahara stand up and dance together. Oh how he loved music- the way it was able to bring strangers together and eliminate all insecurities. Suddenly they were comfortable with each other and were able to just let loose and allow themselves to be swept away by the beautiful sounds that surrounded them. Misto silently wished that he was able to sing but then, perhaps that would take away from the magic that was the song he was currently playing. Quietly to himself, he wondered if the music was more powerful without words because it had room for the audience to interpret it in their own way. Many lyrics could fit- if one only took the time to jot some down- and none would be quite the same because cats differed in personality. This intrigued the tom and he wondered, ‘what sort of things must they think of when they hear this song?’ Everything in life was open to interpretation and Misto was always curious how his opinions and frame of mind differed from others’. He looked at the she-cats dancing before him and he tried to determine silently from their expressions if this song made them think pleasant or uncomfortable thoughts. As far as he could tell, they were enjoying themselves.
He watched as the music carried them across the ground, though he knew they were independent, it seemed like they were dolls and the music was controlling them somehow- they moved where ever and however the song told them to. It was a talent that Misto was unable to relate to for he was never a proper performer in that sense. He simply lacked the skill that his sisters, Jet, and Zahara seemed to have mastered. The way the music and dance worked together was artistic and beautiful and Misto was simply enthusiastic that he was able to make amends and connect them in this way. Even if they became enemies one day- and he certainly hoped they would not- at least they shared one evening together enjoying each other’s talents and company. This was the song of forgiveness and he was proud to share it with such fine felines.
The music soon ended and Misto, grinning from ear to ear excitably, glanced at the she-cats before him. He waved his violin in the air and then he did a deep bow with his front arms extended and his violin and bow clutched in each paw. He straightened from his dip, still beaming, and bellowed in an enthusiastic voice, “that was simply brilliant!” He hopped down from the rock, smoothly landing on two feet and approached each dancer. “You two were simply fantastic!” He grinned at each she-cat in turn; when he looked to Jet, he mewed with a silly wink, “I also enjoyed those bells in the background. It was a nice touch.” To Zahara he mewed, “that cloak of yours really added to your performance. You are already a marvelous dancer but the way it flowed and billowed behind you really intensified a smooth, graceful aura. It was quite the sight!” He laughed and scratched the side of his nose with a claw from the paw that held his bow. “I haven’t had such fun in a long time.” He looked up at them both, his amber eyes shining, “you two really are fantastic dancers. I thank you for such a marvelous evening.” He once again bowed before them, this time in a more controlled and respectful manner.
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