Post by Mist on Aug 15, 2009 23:58:09 GMT -5
"The Kitty"
It's a Fanfiction. Of Your Role Play!
brought to you by "I Miss You, Like the Deserts Miss the Rain".
SONG USED:
"A Thousand Miles" - Vanessa Carlton.
THE ACTRESS/AUTHOR OF "THE KITTY":
Taeia, aka Mist.
NOT FINISHED YET!
Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past, and I'm home bound.
Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way, through the crowd.
There once was a kitty named Mist.
Who liked to drink coffee, extra whip cream, while reading the newspaper.
This newspaper was called “I Miss You, Like the Deserts Miss the Rain”.
It was a strange newspaper, with columns the likes she had never seen before!
In all fifteen of her cat years.
But then one day.
As she went to pick up her newspaper, flora-printed coffee mug in paw.
She blinked quite uncertainly at a sidewalk.
For there was no paper.
Only the tiny rubber band that use to hold it together.
The coffee mug slipped from numbed paws, shattering on the stone ground.
For the kitty was heartbroken.
Her paper had been recalled.
And I need you.
And I miss you.
And now I won-der.
And so the kitty went to the editors.
With huge kitty eyes, broken coffee cup in paw, asked, "Please, can I have my paper again?"
But they were doo-doo heads! They said no.
And sent the kitty away.
And took her coffee cup, btw.
So the kitty went home.
And snuggled with her Link plushie.
Because after all.
As the plushie was chewed upon.
Someone had to pay.
For making her sunshine go away.
If I could fall, into the sky.
Do you think time.
Would pass me by?
But the kitty was persistent, and came knocking the next day.
Damp Link plushie in paw, mostly by heartbroken tears.
“Please,” she repeated. “May I read your paper again?”
Again they said no, though this time one laughed at her.
And again sent her home.
Though this time she tucked her was-trusty slinky toy away in the bin.
“They don’t love me, Cloud,”
The kitty wailed to her wolf companion the next day, apple cider under paw.
“And I can’t write it myself, or you know I would.
But although my writing has gotten better,
it is not anywhere near as good as theirs.”
For quite some time after this.
Mist asked when she could.
If she could please, read the paper.
Each time chased off with a claw clipper.
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles.
If I could just, see you.
Tonight.
And so the following day she logged in.
To good old Azerzoth.
Where her name became Taeia.
And yes, she’s actually, a shapeshifter.
Awing in her flight form, she flew towards the portal.
And then took a griffin, towards the Tanaris… Desert.
Bounding over the sand in her feline shape.
She located her first goal.
A herb, called Firebloom.
Crossing the wasteland, she reached the stone walls.
Of the Caverns of Time.
Where she took a weapon from her bag that she could not wield.
But it mattered not, as it was for the Dragon Aspect, who guarded the time stream.
This weapon is a sword.
Called Linken’s Sword of Mastery, btw.
Setting it before him, she asked for assistance.
And in turn received cards.
I’m sure you know what was on them.
Thanking the old seer, she departed by Kodo.
Which is a great, powerful beast.
Her's is named Queen Draggie the Messenger Boy.
Insert happy face, right here.
Soon they descended into the Un’Goro Crater.
Where they made haste to the Refuge.
To speak to a small green-clad Gnome.
Named Linken, who eagerly showed the kitty a photograph.
Of himself and a Princess.
(Which she later stole to keep for blackmail.)
Nodding patiently, the kitty asked.
“Linken, may I read your tome?”
And pointed to the book he had clasped in his bag, its title worn.
“Sure.” He replied.
“If Ganon says you can.”
“Twit.” she replied, running off to ask him so.
It's always times like these.
When I think of you.
And I wonder if you ever, think, of, me.
The Ganon of this world is a very strange character.
He also happened to be.
The Prince of Darkness, Arthas.
Now requesting a word with him, was like asking for death.
And so the kitty improvised.
By asking her plushie of him.
"Sir Ganniekins," she asked it. "May I read your tome?"
Placing a paw on its head to make it nod, she grinned ever so happily.
Shifting again to return to Linken.
Who, I should warn you, is not very bright.
Taking her word at speaking to, "Ganon".
"There's just one problem." he stated contently. "I don't have it anymore."
"Then who does?" she asked, looking ready to claw him.
"Ganon." he replied, smiling innocently.
I hate the world, she decided.
'Cause everything's so wrong, and I don't belong.
Living in your precious mem-or-y.
On wings of nether they flew over Icecrown.
A Druid and her Netherdrake, Suraku.
Bonded as one through hardship, this was just another deed.
Though with slightly higher stakes.
After all, the tome was the reward.
With a graceful wing beat, the dragon perched on the castle.
His mistress shifting again, bounding downwards with stealth.
To sneak inside, though guards turned their heads.
Thinking they might have heard something.
Sitting upon his throne, and honestly, quite startled.
When a Druid suddenly appeared before him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Arthas demanded, the air turning frigid.
"How dare you enter my domain, much less against me!"
Undead surrounding her, the kitty lifted her paws in surrender.
"Please, mister Arthas, I just want to ask you a question!"
A question, how rare, weapons lowered.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"May I read your tome?"
There was a moment of silence, the Druid shifting awkwardly.
"How dare you!" he finally screeched, the kitty flinched ever so faintly.
"Begone! Away! Guards, get her!"
But the nearby window had shattered, in flying Suraku.
Wings imposing, fire streaming as he roared.
Kitty climbing in the saddle, the dragon took awing.
And so they flew, back into the ashen sky.
While the kitty was crying.
'Cause I need you.
And I miss you.
And now I won-der.
"Taeia! Stay with it! Fire's coming your way!"
The kitty jerked back into reality with a bit of surprise.
Jumping none to gracefully out of harms way.
"Tae! You're never this bad."
Her Guild Master scolded.
Nodding in apology, the kitty shook her head.
Turning to face the dragon, growling from the back of her throat.
Scales were ripped from their skin, blood dying the kitty's fur.
'Wow Tae.' a guild mate whispered, the magic speech fluttering through her ears.
'Is something bothering you? You never spike your damage so well in such a short about of time.'
'Na, na.' she lied, watching the dragon buckle with a mighty roar.
'Just thinking.'
If I could fall, into the sky.
Do you think time.
Would pass me by?
After careful consideration, Mist has come to the conclusion that she shall hold ALL YER SANITIES HOSTAGE instead!
And Argentine shall be my assistant!
What.
Act excited, dear.
Whoo-hoo.
THAT WAS NOT HEARTFELT. But I shall take it.
-Holds up "Help Me sign.-
No, no! Bad! -takes- -throws down cliff-
-dramatic drop to knees as it breaks into a million pieces.- MY PRECIOUSSSS.
AND NOW-
I have no idea how to hold said sanities hostage. They probably taste bad.
Or they taste like fish.
Fish is good.
CAN I HAS FISH?
-throws a fish off of the cliff.-
Swimmy, n- no! -lunges after-
-mends sign-
SOS please.
It's a Fanfiction. Of Your Role Play!
brought to you by "I Miss You, Like the Deserts Miss the Rain".
SONG USED:
"A Thousand Miles" - Vanessa Carlton.
THE ACTRESS/AUTHOR OF "THE KITTY":
Taeia, aka Mist.
NOT FINISHED YET!
Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past, and I'm home bound.
Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way, through the crowd.
There once was a kitty named Mist.
Who liked to drink coffee, extra whip cream, while reading the newspaper.
This newspaper was called “I Miss You, Like the Deserts Miss the Rain”.
It was a strange newspaper, with columns the likes she had never seen before!
In all fifteen of her cat years.
But then one day.
As she went to pick up her newspaper, flora-printed coffee mug in paw.
She blinked quite uncertainly at a sidewalk.
For there was no paper.
Only the tiny rubber band that use to hold it together.
The coffee mug slipped from numbed paws, shattering on the stone ground.
For the kitty was heartbroken.
Her paper had been recalled.
And I need you.
And I miss you.
And now I won-der.
And so the kitty went to the editors.
With huge kitty eyes, broken coffee cup in paw, asked, "Please, can I have my paper again?"
But they were doo-doo heads! They said no.
And sent the kitty away.
And took her coffee cup, btw.
So the kitty went home.
And snuggled with her Link plushie.
Because after all.
As the plushie was chewed upon.
Someone had to pay.
For making her sunshine go away.
If I could fall, into the sky.
Do you think time.
Would pass me by?
But the kitty was persistent, and came knocking the next day.
Damp Link plushie in paw, mostly by heartbroken tears.
“Please,” she repeated. “May I read your paper again?”
Again they said no, though this time one laughed at her.
And again sent her home.
Though this time she tucked her was-trusty slinky toy away in the bin.
“They don’t love me, Cloud,”
The kitty wailed to her wolf companion the next day, apple cider under paw.
“And I can’t write it myself, or you know I would.
But although my writing has gotten better,
it is not anywhere near as good as theirs.”
For quite some time after this.
Mist asked when she could.
If she could please, read the paper.
Each time chased off with a claw clipper.
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles.
If I could just, see you.
Tonight.
And so the following day she logged in.
To good old Azerzoth.
Where her name became Taeia.
And yes, she’s actually, a shapeshifter.
Awing in her flight form, she flew towards the portal.
And then took a griffin, towards the Tanaris… Desert.
Bounding over the sand in her feline shape.
She located her first goal.
A herb, called Firebloom.
Crossing the wasteland, she reached the stone walls.
Of the Caverns of Time.
Where she took a weapon from her bag that she could not wield.
But it mattered not, as it was for the Dragon Aspect, who guarded the time stream.
This weapon is a sword.
Called Linken’s Sword of Mastery, btw.
Setting it before him, she asked for assistance.
And in turn received cards.
I’m sure you know what was on them.
Thanking the old seer, she departed by Kodo.
Which is a great, powerful beast.
Her's is named Queen Draggie the Messenger Boy.
Insert happy face, right here.
Soon they descended into the Un’Goro Crater.
Where they made haste to the Refuge.
To speak to a small green-clad Gnome.
Named Linken, who eagerly showed the kitty a photograph.
Of himself and a Princess.
(Which she later stole to keep for blackmail.)
Nodding patiently, the kitty asked.
“Linken, may I read your tome?”
And pointed to the book he had clasped in his bag, its title worn.
“Sure.” He replied.
“If Ganon says you can.”
“Twit.” she replied, running off to ask him so.
It's always times like these.
When I think of you.
And I wonder if you ever, think, of, me.
The Ganon of this world is a very strange character.
He also happened to be.
The Prince of Darkness, Arthas.
Now requesting a word with him, was like asking for death.
And so the kitty improvised.
By asking her plushie of him.
"Sir Ganniekins," she asked it. "May I read your tome?"
Placing a paw on its head to make it nod, she grinned ever so happily.
Shifting again to return to Linken.
Who, I should warn you, is not very bright.
Taking her word at speaking to, "Ganon".
"There's just one problem." he stated contently. "I don't have it anymore."
"Then who does?" she asked, looking ready to claw him.
"Ganon." he replied, smiling innocently.
I hate the world, she decided.
'Cause everything's so wrong, and I don't belong.
Living in your precious mem-or-y.
On wings of nether they flew over Icecrown.
A Druid and her Netherdrake, Suraku.
Bonded as one through hardship, this was just another deed.
Though with slightly higher stakes.
After all, the tome was the reward.
With a graceful wing beat, the dragon perched on the castle.
His mistress shifting again, bounding downwards with stealth.
To sneak inside, though guards turned their heads.
Thinking they might have heard something.
Sitting upon his throne, and honestly, quite startled.
When a Druid suddenly appeared before him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Arthas demanded, the air turning frigid.
"How dare you enter my domain, much less against me!"
Undead surrounding her, the kitty lifted her paws in surrender.
"Please, mister Arthas, I just want to ask you a question!"
A question, how rare, weapons lowered.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"May I read your tome?"
There was a moment of silence, the Druid shifting awkwardly.
"How dare you!" he finally screeched, the kitty flinched ever so faintly.
"Begone! Away! Guards, get her!"
But the nearby window had shattered, in flying Suraku.
Wings imposing, fire streaming as he roared.
Kitty climbing in the saddle, the dragon took awing.
And so they flew, back into the ashen sky.
While the kitty was crying.
'Cause I need you.
And I miss you.
And now I won-der.
"Taeia! Stay with it! Fire's coming your way!"
The kitty jerked back into reality with a bit of surprise.
Jumping none to gracefully out of harms way.
"Tae! You're never this bad."
Her Guild Master scolded.
Nodding in apology, the kitty shook her head.
Turning to face the dragon, growling from the back of her throat.
Scales were ripped from their skin, blood dying the kitty's fur.
'Wow Tae.' a guild mate whispered, the magic speech fluttering through her ears.
'Is something bothering you? You never spike your damage so well in such a short about of time.'
'Na, na.' she lied, watching the dragon buckle with a mighty roar.
'Just thinking.'
If I could fall, into the sky.
Do you think time.
Would pass me by?
After careful consideration, Mist has come to the conclusion that she shall hold ALL YER SANITIES HOSTAGE instead!
And Argentine shall be my assistant!
What.
Act excited, dear.
Whoo-hoo.
THAT WAS NOT HEARTFELT. But I shall take it.
-Holds up "Help Me sign.-
No, no! Bad! -takes- -throws down cliff-
-dramatic drop to knees as it breaks into a million pieces.- MY PRECIOUSSSS.
AND NOW-
I have no idea how to hold said sanities hostage. They probably taste bad.
Or they taste like fish.
Fish is good.
CAN I HAS FISH?
-throws a fish off of the cliff.-
Swimmy, n- no! -lunges after-
-mends sign-
SOS please.