08-26-2020, 02:54 AM
Take what you need while there's time
The city will be earth in a short while
If I'm not mistaken it's been in flames
You and I will escape to the seaside
The city will be earth in a short while
If I'm not mistaken it's been in flames
You and I will escape to the seaside
Diya had slipped out of her shared bed quitly, a gentle kiss against her girlfriend's crown. Just going for a morning walk, you sleep in, she had promised, sleeping out like a breeze. She had always been an early riser, never one to linger in bed for too long. Peace had filled the feline's life since her return, since quiet admittances of love under the cover of night. Despite the occasional disturbance here and there, things had been nice.
Diya's travels took her across the beaches, following up to where the railroad tracks lay. Her path often brought her here, to the stone gates where joiners often washed upon the shore. She liked to keep an eye on it, to make sure that nobody had to wait too long. She had nearly turned away upon not seeing anyone waiting patiently upon the shore.
Her attention was grasped by a flash of white, out upon the tracks themselves. Seeing it fidget and squirm, she quickened her pace, the sound of struggling reaching her ears. As she grew close, she spotted a kitten, small and alone. She knew what such a thing felt like. She slowed to a walk, pawstepts careful as she crossed rotting boards. She didn't want to startle the kitten anymore than it was. "Petit enfant, still. I can help you, but you must be still," she spoke softly, brushing her nose along it's spine as she attempted to calm it. She would lean away, grasping rusting metal within her teeth and pulling. Between its eroding with age, and her strength, it came away and release the kitten.
It appeared to be so young, what was it doing out here all alone? She knew she had to get it back to dry land before the tide rose. Having leaned her lesson many months ago from Trygve, she leaned down and gently nuzzled it. "petit enfant, do you mind if I carry you? It's simply not safe for you here, the water will rise." Her tone was soft, voice quiet as to not startle the light colored kitten.
Diya's travels took her across the beaches, following up to where the railroad tracks lay. Her path often brought her here, to the stone gates where joiners often washed upon the shore. She liked to keep an eye on it, to make sure that nobody had to wait too long. She had nearly turned away upon not seeing anyone waiting patiently upon the shore.
Her attention was grasped by a flash of white, out upon the tracks themselves. Seeing it fidget and squirm, she quickened her pace, the sound of struggling reaching her ears. As she grew close, she spotted a kitten, small and alone. She knew what such a thing felt like. She slowed to a walk, pawstepts careful as she crossed rotting boards. She didn't want to startle the kitten anymore than it was. "Petit enfant, still. I can help you, but you must be still," she spoke softly, brushing her nose along it's spine as she attempted to calm it. She would lean away, grasping rusting metal within her teeth and pulling. Between its eroding with age, and her strength, it came away and release the kitten.
It appeared to be so young, what was it doing out here all alone? She knew she had to get it back to dry land before the tide rose. Having leaned her lesson many months ago from Trygve, she leaned down and gently nuzzled it. "petit enfant, do you mind if I carry you? It's simply not safe for you here, the water will rise." Her tone was soft, voice quiet as to not startle the light colored kitten.