Posts by TheTARDISof221B

Instinct, nothing more drove this little boy to wrap his arms around his broken body. It was natures way of getting him to create a protective shell around himself but the human knew that against man it was useless and offer nothing in ease to the pain he received on a daily basis.
No one noticed the no one boy. He expected as much. It was comforting however to know that here at least he might get some time of rest bite from the devil with demons for eyes that others might call home life but he would call existence. It had been a struggle to just drag himself through the doors of that bussing hospital but once here he feared asking for help, they would hurt him if he dared speak. So there he sat, contented in separation and silence (even though filled with agony) while he waited through the nothingness that had already take his childhood, for what he knew could only be an ultimatum of torment.

A blacked eye allowed it's self to peer out from small gap in it hidden position so that it could watch cautiously the man with the curly hair who now sat beside him. It was a combination of interest and fear that drove him to watch the tall, the wonder of who he might be but also the pain such a big, rather strong looking man could deal if he so choose.
Now he was just praying that this would be one of the nice ones, maybe there would be a bit of bread in it for him if he smiled, so he did, peeping his head up for a second, before ducking away into himself. That was stupid, surely he would be hurt now. In his terror he brought his knees up, he was trembling terribly, ready to for a hard hand where ever it so pleased on his weak and frail body.

The meadows fur grew tall around her, the grasses tugging at her slick white coat as she padded softly though them. She found it curious that the flowers grew at different heights, a young and freedom happy mind toyed with the idea that each might have a rank, among them organization, claiming their place in the soil as their own. Paws trampled these with ease, even the more established stalks were no match for her feet as she drew closer still to the coast line.
There was a tale that told of a vessel, the carrier of stolen goods that now housed a clan as loyal and as fearless as it's previous pirate occupants. For the kits of the loner lands such stories were told to enchant and give purpose to life, whether it be to find these relics or join the cats who claimed them. Few succeed in their ambitions, but today, one followed the creek she knew so well only from fables.
Daring not to even disturb the bees that danced around her she stood by the edge of the shifting sands, looking upon the ever stationary ship. In it's broken majesty the true might and vigor of it's character remained, one could even say that all in the surrounding area drew life from the ancient timbers.
Whether she should have been there was another matter, after all, there were no tales of loners returning from such clans even when they had spent years hunting for them. They may very well kill her there and then, but to gaze upon such a spectacle with her snow-blue tinted eyes as an ultimatum would be more of a blessing to the juvenile Scottish-fold then dying alone and old in some far away forest after an age of failure and disappear.

He shrugged a little nervously, taking a moment, only a moment to look up onto the mans face before he recoiled and looked down at his hands. Being talked to like that, in a calm-ish sort of way was something that was common in his life, there were people who walked the streets that sometimes gave him a scrap or two, a word of advice but could give him nothing more, certainly not their time which was mostly spent begging, drinking or not making their way in the world. There were of course those who weren't so friendly. Help was not something that he received, in fact he wasn't sure if he knew the word.

With a start the pearl frosted turned to face the perfectly ginger shanghai. A quick in take of scent told the younger that her first encounter was one of importance, the cat the stood before her certainly was a dweller of the dormant pirate ship that she had seeked. Another glance made it obvious that she wasn't as skittish as the Scottish-Fold and quite calm in demeanor, not a hint of fear could be studied from her features. "Rosencrantz" Her voice jolted in manner that was far from the way she had planed to commence her first greeting to a native of these part. Once some amount of composure had been regained, a more relaxed air drifted over her, she bowed her head though nervousness still lanced her movement and next words "I'm Rosencrantz...I have come from the Loner Lands....As a kit I was brought up on the legend of the Clan of Skulls...of it's great, mighty and courageous members...I always wished that one day I might join that number so have journeyed here to find permittance...I maybe young, but I am ready to offer my loyalty and any strengths I might have...I only ask for the chance to prove it..."

With another bow of the head to the new commer she dared take a moment to look between them. This time an albino tom, another shangni of the clan that dweeled just across the beach. Maybe this wasnt exactly how stangers introduced themselves to those who came from these parts but in her doubt, humbleness was her only option. Timidly but with all sencerness she spoke again "I swear by all the moons that I have left that I shall serve the Skull clan with loyalty and courage."

A third bow of the head could be seen to be given by the young she-cat, though this time she allowed her eyes to remain on if low on the tortoiseshell patterned fur of the third cat to join her by the creek. Once she rose again she stood stock still to attention in front of the accepted members clan who she couldn't help but see as higher then her simply for being part of something. The loner lands were bleak, emotionless and baron when it came to...well...everything...Kit were expected, despite their ambitions to stay away from the established groups but to Rosencrantz, it was ferial, outdated way of living. Numbers would always be stronger then the one who wandered.

Rosencrantz could help but wonder what sort of lives and pasts were hidden behind each new pair of eyes. As a kit she had loved stories, as she grew she continued to and would happily listen to each and everyone for all who walked this planet. If it weren't for tales, there would be nothing and the world they all knew wouldn't exist. "Of all the legends and tales I was brought on, those that told of this clan could compare to no other...I was but 2 moons old when I vowed to myself that I would at least attempt to join your number...I thought I might find purpose here like none another could offer..."

"I certainly believe so" She said with a slight smile, her gaze attracted once more the stationary ship on the other side to the beach to the little group on the creak. It truly was the greatest phenomenon that the inexperienced she-cat had ever had the fortune to set her misty eyes upon, there was nothing like it amongst the loner lands and she struggled to see how anything could be as strikingly beautiful, in it's dereliction it had put on melodrama yet couldn't be more stately in its purpose.

@Lady Very melodramatically. Remember our melodramatic house? "I'm so melodramatic!"

"6 moons...I have been searching for this beach for at least two or three for this place..." Rosencrantz lower a full smile now to appear on her lips before she turned back to look between the three stood before her, quickly remembering her conscious humbleness she looked down to their paws again.

"A little in both areas...Enough to survive and enough to defend my self, all that my mother could me though when it comes to battles and group offensives...I have no experience...Though I learn swiftly, I have been told" Above all Rosencrantz felt the urge to prove herself to the clan after that they would hopeful find purpose for her. What is life without meaning? Whether it be personal or apart of a wider plan? A question she thought a lot of those on the Loner Lands had to ask themselves.

The little boy knew no family. He had parents yes but they weren't family. He knew that family were people that looked after each other no matter what and were there for them. The two people who didn't wait for him at home and people who had as much home as he did who might be a better candidate for a family then the others. Before that he had know the knuckles of adults, supposedly his parents and their friends, the people who came into the house and bought little bags of whitish powders or liquids, all wide eyed and dizzy. There were some who told him things would be ok with them, but then had hurt him in the small lonely bedrooms of care homes.

The man beside him was still there, he hadn't walked away or started to ignore him, instead this was him trying to start convocation. Intriguing at the very least. Though talking could be dangerous, he might tell him something that might make his parents angry and there was nothing more scary then that. Maybe answer his question might not be too risky, if he didn't say too much that was. No, no, he couldn't if his parents didn't hurt him then the man would. People always hurt him. Always. Even the allegedly good would shout him away or cast harshly back into the street the boy with nothing, mothers 'protecting' their own young from the infection of poverty, shop owners obeying the call of societies stereotypes or the homeless themselves who disregarded him as someone else's problem when they knew where help for such a child might come from in the form of shelters or the agency, there had been countless opportunity by many to save him soul form what might have been a few days in the approaching winter the an ultimatum of a short life.
Another small shrug could be seen coming from his young shoulders, unsure how he could possibly answer without finding more pain coming from somewhere within seconds. He curled up tighter and tighter still until it was almost impossible. Quietly small sobs could be heard from inside the bundle, the already existing cuts were opening while he tensed, spilling crimson onto his torn and grubby clothes but he could do nothing in fear of more being added to the great number.

((Its fine, India))

No matter how soothing a voice the detective had the young boy could not help by shiver with fear, both at it's baratonic boldness and the obvious size and strength of the man next him which could deal far heavier blows then he ever would have experienced. Though it was odd for any one to stay and to continue speaking to him, he could help but feel now that he was teasing that soon, very soon he would pounce with a hard, unforgiving hand. In truth he was clueless how he was suppose to react to such people, if he spoke he would say something wrong resulting in pain and now that he was staying silent it was almost certain that the man would take it as being ignored concluding in pain, again. The matter of the fact was that he wasn't going to do anything, wasn't going to speak to any one nor move unless someone with the power of force made him too because that's what he had come to resort to so that he never did anything too badly wrong.

Clearly the man was getting annoyed now. Oh no. Anger always came next. If had too. Annoyance always meant anger. A million and one things went through his head in one second as he tried to determine what to do. The waiting room was too crowed, it would take too long to run. There was no where to climb, no where to escape too. He was stuck in the here and now. He would have to take the blows and the wrath of the man. At the thought of heavy strikes he curled up even tighter and tighter still, the bleeding getting heavier with every pull of his aching muscles. It was as if he were felling the already. Down his back. In his stomach. On his head, the ones that often knocked him clean out for hours. Desperately he clung to himself so that he wouldn't be thrown open and made to watch the fist or the boot or the enraged face. None of which he could bare to witness. Maybe all that might have been evidence of his inner fear apart from the tensing was small whimpers of non-existent pain and sobs of sorrow. It didn't matter now if they were heard or not because he would be hurt anyway but they were still weakly quiet.

'A mute five year old? MH'
'What are you doing with a mute five year old? MH'
'Where are his parents? MH'

New to all of this Rosencrantz was the first to wherever you announced the meetings, fearing that she might be punished if she didn't not pay particular attention to all that was said. Though she had been sure to delve through the texts of the group, adding to her knowledge learned from the tales in the Loner Lands about the Skulls. For instance she had learned the ranks, knew the rules off by heart and the territories had been mapped in her head so that every rock had it's place. To hear that Lady Avoiro, the bronze feline who had greeted her creak not a moon ago and had since become her mentor had been promoted made her heart flutter a little with pride. She was to be trained by no less then a Lady, that was certainly an honor indeed. As for the other members that she knew less about but had seen going around their business, she couldn't help but smile for them too. "Congratulations! That's so great!" She said a little nervously, possibly a little too loudly for someone who had remained quiet since coming to the beach "Umm...Great speech Charon, I'm sure it's for the best"

I.C. @Lady Avorio Damn @Ao Shin Sorry

The snow colored feline couldn't help but move a little closer to Lady Avorio who's presence seemed reassuring in the crowd of strangers, as it seemed it was very easy to slip up and make a mistake. There was only so much texts could tell her, listening to others might pay deviance, fitting in was what she wanted to do above all else. If she stayed with the newly appointed Lady, she would learn quickly enough she was sure.

'You're at the hospital right? MH'
'A mute five year old without parents in a hospital. That is an odd combination. MH'
'I think he probally needs some attention of some sort but is too afraid to ask or reply to offers. This might not be fun but you.might have to pretty much pick him up and take him into a doctor.MH'

I'll be away aswell on the same trip as Lady Avorio