Post by Bast on Jun 18, 2016 20:34:00 GMT
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧
“Mew.”
Bast glanced up at the sky, a rather concerned expression forming on her feline face. Those storm clouds were certainly coming in fast...
Bast had been walking around the bustling streets of Sentinel Hil for the past couple of hours. She was wearing her cat form as she explored; that way she could indulge her curiosity without being recognized and swarmed by a horde of fans. Well, maybe a ‘horde’ of fans was embellishing things just a little. In fact, as far as Bast knew, she didn’t even have one. She frowned at the thought. It had taken a lot of hard work, but after almost eight years she had been able to make something of a reputation for herself. Even so, she wasn’t exactly a household name like some of her comrades in the Initiative. While Bast didn’t help people to gain money or fame, it would have been nice to receive a little recognition for her efforts every once in a while.
Perhaps she was just jealous. That wouldn’t have been a surprise; long ago, Bast had been worshipped and revered as a goddess by one of the most powerful empires in the ancient world. All that attention had probably gone to her head.
“Look Mommy, a kitty! Can we keep it? Pweleeeease?”
While Bast was lost in thought, a little girl had come from behind and was now gently stroking the goddess’s sandy fur.
Mmmmm...So good. Bast had an itch on her back where she couldn’t reach, and the girl was doing an exceptional job of scratching it.
“Of course not, Melody. She looks like a stray, and you know how Daddy feels about cats anyway.” With that, the mother and daughter moved off, leaving Bast alone once again. It was too bad, really. That little girl had been pretty nice.
The sky was very overcast by now, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Within minutes, the rain started to fall, and the once-busy streets became decidedly less crowded as the people ran to take cover from the downpour. Bast was not so lucky.
Aaaah, now I’m soaked! Bast lamented, realizing that she probably looked pretty pathetic right now. She was dripping wet, and she looked every bit the stray cat as she trotted off in search of some shelter. Tefnut, I swear, if you have anything to do with this, I’ll...
Bast suddenly stopped as she caught a glimpse of something–or someone–out of the corner of her eye. The young man seemed familiar, but at the moment Bast wasn’t sure whether she knew him or not. She looked directly up into the human’s eyes, waiting to see what he would do.
Bast glanced up at the sky, a rather concerned expression forming on her feline face. Those storm clouds were certainly coming in fast...
Bast had been walking around the bustling streets of Sentinel Hil for the past couple of hours. She was wearing her cat form as she explored; that way she could indulge her curiosity without being recognized and swarmed by a horde of fans. Well, maybe a ‘horde’ of fans was embellishing things just a little. In fact, as far as Bast knew, she didn’t even have one. She frowned at the thought. It had taken a lot of hard work, but after almost eight years she had been able to make something of a reputation for herself. Even so, she wasn’t exactly a household name like some of her comrades in the Initiative. While Bast didn’t help people to gain money or fame, it would have been nice to receive a little recognition for her efforts every once in a while.
Perhaps she was just jealous. That wouldn’t have been a surprise; long ago, Bast had been worshipped and revered as a goddess by one of the most powerful empires in the ancient world. All that attention had probably gone to her head.
“Look Mommy, a kitty! Can we keep it? Pweleeeease?”
While Bast was lost in thought, a little girl had come from behind and was now gently stroking the goddess’s sandy fur.
Mmmmm...So good. Bast had an itch on her back where she couldn’t reach, and the girl was doing an exceptional job of scratching it.
“Of course not, Melody. She looks like a stray, and you know how Daddy feels about cats anyway.” With that, the mother and daughter moved off, leaving Bast alone once again. It was too bad, really. That little girl had been pretty nice.
The sky was very overcast by now, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Within minutes, the rain started to fall, and the once-busy streets became decidedly less crowded as the people ran to take cover from the downpour. Bast was not so lucky.
Aaaah, now I’m soaked! Bast lamented, realizing that she probably looked pretty pathetic right now. She was dripping wet, and she looked every bit the stray cat as she trotted off in search of some shelter. Tefnut, I swear, if you have anything to do with this, I’ll...
Bast suddenly stopped as she caught a glimpse of something–or someone–out of the corner of her eye. The young man seemed familiar, but at the moment Bast wasn’t sure whether she knew him or not. She looked directly up into the human’s eyes, waiting to see what he would do.
word count ● michael ● Hope it's a good start!
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Michael walked down the street in a poncho. He took weather reports very seriously. He had come to the office with an umbrella too, but ended up passing it to the building receptionist. He's resigned to being the only person who remembers things, and resigned to losing his last spare umbrella to that woman.