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The cat was small, skinny, one of many ferals that loitered around the temple. There were dozens that came to enjoy the meats left behind by travellers and locals alike, but this cat was smaller, quieter. She watched the patrons with dark amber eyes and was silent at all times.
Her tail twitched as worshippers came forward to lay their offerings at the foot of the great lioness statue - golden amulets and great shining arm bands with inlaid rubies, and tiny wooden figurines carved by children - Bast welcomed them all.
A small child broke away from its family and patted her head enthusiastically, but she purred all the same. The child had a basket of perfumed flower petals and he tipped the contents over the cat, a scented shower all over her body. The father hissed an admonishment but Bast purred and danced between the petals; today, Bast was blessed.
new prompts: cold cities pursuit
Ay ~
The pursuit is merciless. She runs, he follows. She flees his grasping fingers, he runs yet faster and snatches at her coattails. Off balance for a second, she trips and falls, a short scream of surprise escapes her. He pounces on her and she raises her hands, fending him off blindly, eyes obscured by her wind whipped, tangled hair.
"No, wait, wait, wait, stop! Stop! You win already! Stop tickling me you idiot!"
new prompts: keys / fluffy / raindrops in the night / honey
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What'a'do?
Fluffy / Honey
You wake up gasping, hot and sweaty, body tangled with your blankets, pinning you to the bed. Something covers your nose. Mouth dry, you breathe, begging for relief - but there's none: you're submerged in warmth and slick, sticky perspiration, drowning in it.
Your eyes crack. Everything is blurry and damp and - wooly? Blinking, you wiggle into the sheets, the movements making your skin prickle.
The cat blinks back.
You cough, spitting up several orange hairs. Honey shifts the balance of her weight, looking a little peeved. "Morning, fur ball," you croak, and you're only a little resentful; it's only a moment before you're scratching your companion's ears, and let her settle into the crook of your neck.
New prompts: mistake / graveyard shift / pounce
Graveyard Shift
Jo hated her job very much, if it wasn't for the sheer fact that she needed the money badly, she'd have quit months ago. Alas life was just not that fair right now and she had to take what work she could find during these troubling times. Why that work had to be during the wee hours of the night was anyone's guess. Tonight was a particularly long night and she wasn't even there an hour and already she was sick of being there. The place was too quiet and Jo always felt like eyes were always watching her, even if she was the only one there. Nothing helped the fact that she worked at a little gas station in the middle of practically nowhere. For miles around it was dark as pitch and the only lights came from the little station itself and the half burnt out sign up front. Jo sighed and propped her feet up on the counter and hummed. Just six more hours of boredom before she could go home to her cats and dog. Least that thought always put a smile on her face.
Next prompts: Naptime Windy Sour Miilk Movie Night Spooky
Hoots and Boots aka Spooky
Sam and Brody walked cautiously, slipping along the moonlit trail, the silence of the forest surrounding them. The urge to grab a drum and a flute and head into the woods for a quick jam had taken hold of them and though they knew it was nuts, they headed out anyway. Finding a clearing off to the side, lit by the flash of fireflies - and at least one or two fairies from their mind - the boys settled down on an old rotted log. Sam started first, the mournful tune of the flute filling the air and was soon joined by Brody on his drum. Music filled the air, all of it somber, and continued for a while ... until a single hoot blasted from the trees stopping them in their tracks. Looking around, Brody banged the drum once, getting a hoot in return. Same then played a tiny ditty, getting three more hoots in rapid succession. With a grin, the boys began playing again, this time a more lively tune, and soon their boots were stamping the ground in tune with the hoots from their mysterious new band member.
Next prompts: Sunshine Rain Misty nights Beach
Rain
The clouds rolled in thick and heavy with sudden promise of a long hard rain. The wind would occasionally pick up and push even more clouds across the sky to block out any hope of sunlight and blue sky. It was a bitter cold that mixed effortlessly with the mild weather that had been so pronounced today, surely a light mist would roll in soon enough. As time passed by the ground became drenched in fat water droplets from the heavens and soon a downpour arrived. Puddles littered the streets and mud and gunk sullied local playgrounds. All in all it was going to be a long and dreary night, best to stay curled up inside with a good book rather than risk catching your death out in the storm.
Prompts for the next person~
Flu/Illness Alone/Solitude Hot Chocolate Photos Books/Library
Alone/Solitude
For most of his life, he could only remember being alone. Walking to school, walking home, eating, and spending any free time he had – they were all done by him and him while alone. Of course, there were people around him. His family was there, the occasional few who spoke to him at school were there, and even the old woman next door was there. Sometimes, they attempted to include him in activities and keep him company, but they soon discovered it was a fruitless endeavor that would only waste their time. He would feel a little guilty afterwards, seeing their disappointed, almost irritated, expressions at his refusal or lack of interest, but he got over it as quickly as they did. At first it had been like a routine, an obligated offering to let him join them, but eventually that died down, until it ceased entirely.
Perhaps it sounded sad – pitiful, even – but he didn't mind. No, he liked it better that way. No noise, no unnecessary speaking, no worries about anything troublesome befalling those around him. The solitude was his haven, free from strife, and its tranquility was the silent symphony that graced his ears. And anyway, it wasn't like he spent all that solitude brooding or being upset. He grew up a quiet and reserved little boy, and as he got older, that did not change. The only thing that did was that he soon found himself able to travel further and further from home, until there were times he decided not to return home at all for awhile.
He always loved nature: trees, fresh air, birds, wild animals, name it. Where he grew up, one would have to travel for quite a bit before they found such natural luxury, but he didn't mind the travel. The night skies dotted with an infinite number of small, twinkling stars and the vast fields of the countryside where animals grazed and frolicked were all worth it. He found more fascination in the multitude of peculiar, tiny insects he spotted while in forests, and a more comforting companionship with the solitary dog or cat that would approach him while he camped out.
He didn't regret his life. He loved it.
Prompts: Confusion Colors Ocean Exhilaration Dancing
Confusion + Exhilaration
They were almost at the wide glass doors when Yvette pulled unmercifully at his arm and dragged him to a stop. “Tell me we’re not going in there,” she hissed at him.
Jacques looked at her and raised an eyebrow quizzically. “What?” He glanced at the restaurant and then back at her. “What’s wrong with it?” It was a good place, from both experience and fond memory. The food was good, the wines were better, the service professional, discreet and fast. The head chef was one of the most celebrated amongst the higher calibre and the music was played in-house.
“Oh god.” Yvette abruptly dropped his arm and pointed at the place. “Seriously? The waiting room has a chandelier. The receptionist’s desk looks more imposing than my boss’ boardroom table and we’re still fifty metres away.”
“So?” Jacques looked back at the restaurant and shrugged. His stomach made a soundless growl of complaint and he took Yvette’s hand again, pulling her gently along. “Don’t worry about walking in, we don’t need reservations. My mother’s friends with the owner’s wife and there always a table for us.”
“That’s not the problem!” She jerked him to a halt again and stomped on his foot to hold him in place. “Look! I can’t go in there!”
“Why? What’s wrong?” His stomach grumbled noticeably this time and Jacques scrubbed a hand over his jaw in exasperation. “You look fine, there’s not another woman in fifty miles that can compare.”
“I’m wearing jeans for fuck’s sake.”
Jacques stared at her. “So?”
“Jeans. Flats.” She indicated every piece of clothing with a stabbing finger. “Street casual shirt with street casual “dress like you’re already famous” slogan scrawled over it.”
“Oh. Right! You mean the dress code?” Jacques adjusted his glasses as he finally realised. “Yvette,” he started. “Two things. Firstly, there are private rooms and we’ll be treated like distinguished guests, family connections and all that. I’ll get a waiter I know, I have a couple of friends in there, and ask for them to change to something casual if you want.
Secondly and more importantly, you’re the most beautiful woman there is in the city. You could probably walk in there wearing a panda suit and still outshine any female in there with heels and a hemline. I’ll swear to you, I’ll personally denounce anyone who even dares to look down on you, both loudly and with all my creative skill.”
Yvette chuckled despite herself. “You’ll ruin your reputation doing that.”
“Do I look like I care?” Another rumbling growl of hunger cut him short and Jacques grinned sheepishly. “We can always go somewhere else if you want though. There is a marketplace a few streets over.”
“The restaurant will be fine. Get us a private room and your waiter friend. Don’t get them to change though, that’s a bit much.” Yvette smiled at him and her eyes danced with amused laughter. “I almost want someone to comment on my clothes now, just to see you cut them down.”
Jacques grinned, slid his foot free and offered his arm again. “Gods, but you’re perfect.”
new prompts: sword / wings / ribbon / journal
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