A Grieving Goddess {{P}}

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    She knew as soon as she saw it-- the charred flesh and ivory bones belonged to her beloved Mud. There were no eyes in his eye sockets. Only carrion flies remained, profaning the body of her dear Mud. She cried out, wishing in despair that she had died in that fiery cage rather than him...


    Bastet shook her head violently to clear away the flashback. No. No. No. She could not think of that. She would go mad. She stopped walking, looking around. She was in a strange part of the forest, but still within Vix territory. Suddenly she smelled something, heard footsteps-- a stranger was afield.

    Two thoughts kept running through his mind. He was far away from home and his medication was wearing off. Frozenflare had been out traveling and exploring his two-legs back yard near the forest when the river swept him up. The young blue tom had not expected it to be so strong with the rains that had fallen. His kind gray eyes darted from side to side. Where was he? Would he ever get home? As he walked slowly on hesitant foot steps he began to hypervinilate, were those trees on fire? Was that spider really that big. Frozenflare shook his head once, twice, three times to attempt to shake off the images but only gained minimal success as the forest still wobbled in his eyes. Hearing a faint sound of a twig snap he jumped back. "hello?" he called out softly.

    Bastet looked over at the tomcat. Under normal circumstances, she would have fought him, but now she was numb with grief. "Hello." she said flatly, her eyes dull and her tail drooping.

    Frozenflare narrowed his eyes at the cat before him. Her eyes glowed red and she was incredably large abusing the ground to shake. Just as he opened his mouth to scream a thought hit him. Its just your lack of medication. The cat doesn't have red eyes and she's probably no larger than yourself. The main coon repeated this to himself several times before the image of the other cat focused and became reality. "who who are you?" he stammered .

    Even singed and painfully thin, Bastet was stunningly beautiful, and her golden eyes searched the stranger's face before she replied. "My name is Bastet. I'm from The Vix. Who are you?" she said mechanically.

    "I'm Frozenflare." He mewed quickly. Was it just him or was the fire getting larger? His eyes darted from the grove of trees and back to the beautiful she cat infront of him. 'I've never heard of the vix."

    "The Vix is behind me, about half a day's walk. Don't go there. Toms aren't welcome there." she advised. Her voice was cold and flat, like a sheet of ice. "Where are you from? Why are you here?"

    She blinked, taking a step closer. "I won't hurt you. I promise. Not unless you hurt me first. Don't, by the way." She sighed. "You're a long way from home..."

    "trust me. I wouldn't dare harm anything so beautiful." he said a bit sheepishly, carving his eyes down for a second. "yeah. I noticed. Its going to take me forever to find my way back."

    She gasped, feeling as though she had plunged into ice water. "I just lost a cat I was in love with. I just saw his charred corpse. I just woke up from a coma. I'm half-dead, but I wish I were all-dead." she said in a frantic, heartbroken tone. "Please. If you are merciful, please kill me."

    Frozenflare was taken completely Aback but this female's wish. If only she saw what he went through everyday, what he imagined was going on because of his disorder. Would she concider herself so unlucky then. Would she still think life was so terrible on her side of the fence. He didn't believe so. He slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry. But that is the one thing I can not do for you."

    "Why?" Bastet asked, confused. She sank down in a heap. "Why?" She stared off at nothing, eyes unfocused. "What do you want from me? Did I do something to deserve this? Did you?" she asked, looking at something invisible and very far away and not real at all.

    This caused Frozenflare to have to think for a moment before he responded. "The two-legs. They believe in this entity called God. This other being they say is one that created all life on earth." He mewed with slow words. "He is said to have control over each creature's life and destiny. That he has a purpose for everything that happens to his creations. " the tom continued. "so this may seem like a cruel time for you. But there will be better days. Trust me, I feel like I'm holding the world on my shoulders every day.... There is no need to end a life that has not yet lived to poential." he finally finished, hoping she would understand.

    She looked at him in shock, then in wonder. She made an odd, wordless noise, locking eyes with him. A shaft of late-day sunlight broke through the trees and illuminated her fur, and she looked like a goddess herself. She leaned up towards him. "Come closer to me." she whispered.

    Frozenflare took one tiny step forward, hesitant as his mind projected the image of snakes twirling and twisting at her feet. Letting eyes drift from her to the snakes and back he decided it was safe and just his imagination again. No cat could willing and calmly stand in a twist of snakes. After another moment he took another step forward, curious now as to what she wanted.

    She straightened up, looking pained but graceful. She reached out her muzzle and rested it on his shoulder gently, a softly affectionate gesture.

    In the last four years Frozenflare had conjured up a lot of wild and crazy and most of the time frightening things because of his disease.... But never once had he ever endured affection. This idea was new to him comming from another cat. He was used to it from his two-legs sure.... But this Baset, she seemed different. The sleek blue tom blinked several times before leaning into her, returning the affection. Being so blinded by the new experience with his own species the skityophrenic tom didn't stop to think about his actions or if what he felt was true attraction to this beautiful she-cat or just lust.

    "I need someone right now. Someone to help me through all this." Bastet whispered, closing her eyes contentedly. "You don't seem to have it easy, either. We could be there for each other." she suggested.