08-09-2018, 01:07 PM
In the Striker's earliest days among the Typhoon, the kitten had been surprised by a creature others called a butterfly. Of course, Keona had not known what such a creature was. No butterflies out on the open ocean, and before landing ashore here, the open seas had been all she'd known. Just a big ship, a fun crew and her da. No flying insects to fascinate by landing on her little black nose.
Keona had not exactly been sure of what to do when she had felt the foreign weight on her nose. It'd never happened before. She made the assumption it was some kind of bug, but was uncertain of it's intentions. Friendly? Dangerous? The first to find her in the situation had been Papercutter, who also did not recognize the creature at the time.
No amount of shooing had done any good though; the butterfly had not been intimidated by the former desert-dweller. Such a brave, indifferent creature. A real model to aspire to be, when one was small and rather scrawny, still sporting a good amount of kitten fluff, and could not see.
At the time though, the Striker did not yet aspire to be the toughest butterfly on the block - as it was so deemed - rather than just to find that butterfly again. Unfortunately, the life of butterflies could often be short, varying from species to species. It was highly unlikely Keona would ever track down that one, brave butterfly, whom not even a pirate could scare off a kitten's nose.
No tough butterfly or not, Keona found herself with an unexpected visitor while she was napping beneath a palm, tired out from a day's exploring. One of the elegant winged creatures had landed on her forehead and seemed comfortable enough to stay there. It woke her up, but the tiny fem remained as she was, supposing if she was going to be a rest stop, she'd be a polite one.
Then a second butterfly landed on her back and settled there, atop her spotted fur.
Perhaps the creatures recognized the young Fae has a safe place.
Keona had not exactly been sure of what to do when she had felt the foreign weight on her nose. It'd never happened before. She made the assumption it was some kind of bug, but was uncertain of it's intentions. Friendly? Dangerous? The first to find her in the situation had been Papercutter, who also did not recognize the creature at the time.
No amount of shooing had done any good though; the butterfly had not been intimidated by the former desert-dweller. Such a brave, indifferent creature. A real model to aspire to be, when one was small and rather scrawny, still sporting a good amount of kitten fluff, and could not see.
At the time though, the Striker did not yet aspire to be the toughest butterfly on the block - as it was so deemed - rather than just to find that butterfly again. Unfortunately, the life of butterflies could often be short, varying from species to species. It was highly unlikely Keona would ever track down that one, brave butterfly, whom not even a pirate could scare off a kitten's nose.
No tough butterfly or not, Keona found herself with an unexpected visitor while she was napping beneath a palm, tired out from a day's exploring. One of the elegant winged creatures had landed on her forehead and seemed comfortable enough to stay there. It woke her up, but the tiny fem remained as she was, supposing if she was going to be a rest stop, she'd be a polite one.
Then a second butterfly landed on her back and settled there, atop her spotted fur.
Perhaps the creatures recognized the young Fae has a safe place.
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