another one
I can't sleep. It would seem my latest muse is a bit nocturnal.
Here is more about the Character, and his name is set in stone. sabatoa, I doubt this one is as well done as the last...
When his old friend Moraena invited him over to catch up, Kael didn't know he had signed up for a dinner party. He loathed gatherings that required people to play a designated role in order to keep themselves hidden. He loathed having to do so himself. But he would enjoy playing a bit.
He rounded the corner into the kitchen, ready to offer Moraena some help with the hors' dourves. His shoulders tensed, raising of their own volition, and he hissed at the pet door as a tubby tabby strutted in. The cat bristled, pulling it's center up.
"Mittens! That's no way to treat company!" She scooped up the animal and turned as if to introduce her to her old friend, and stopped. "Kael, are you alright?"
He eyed the cat, his distaste for the creature evident.
"You aren't a cat person I take it?" Kael cocked his head at the woman, watching her carefully as she placed the tabby back into the yard.
"Housecats...." He growled, before composing himself, and plastering a smile on his bearded face. "Can I help with anything?"
Moraena's concern melted, and she refused to let him assist. "No please. Enjoy yourself - you should make friends with your new neighbors."
'Indeed I should,' he thought. 'Indeed I should.' He felt like making trouble.
Here is more about the Character, and his name is set in stone. sabatoa, I doubt this one is as well done as the last...
When his old friend Moraena invited him over to catch up, Kael didn't know he had signed up for a dinner party. He loathed gatherings that required people to play a designated role in order to keep themselves hidden. He loathed having to do so himself. But he would enjoy playing a bit.
He rounded the corner into the kitchen, ready to offer Moraena some help with the hors' dourves. His shoulders tensed, raising of their own volition, and he hissed at the pet door as a tubby tabby strutted in. The cat bristled, pulling it's center up.
"Mittens! That's no way to treat company!" She scooped up the animal and turned as if to introduce her to her old friend, and stopped. "Kael, are you alright?"
He eyed the cat, his distaste for the creature evident.
"You aren't a cat person I take it?" Kael cocked his head at the woman, watching her carefully as she placed the tabby back into the yard.
"Housecats...." He growled, before composing himself, and plastering a smile on his bearded face. "Can I help with anything?"
Moraena's concern melted, and she refused to let him assist. "No please. Enjoy yourself - you should make friends with your new neighbors."
'Indeed I should,' he thought. 'Indeed I should.' He felt like making trouble.