Hah, again, not happening. I have a life, and one full of problems, so therefore I can't be working on a multi-faceted writing and art project full-time. I will not, however, stop this awesome idea I had and ruin a perfectly good RP.
On a slightly darker, more macabre note, I just returned from my girl's room. She called me frantically at 5 in the morning because she had a very vivid nightmare. I will share it with you now.
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Kiki's Dream: Legend of the Black Cat
A black cat roams the streets, and the people of the city fear it. They do not speak of it and give name to their fear; they only flee. As cold as the spirits of the dead, it walks. It weaves a tapestry of mystery and fright as it darts from shadow to shadow. Most times it is content to watch Man from afar, seemingly in amusement of our bustle and our worry. On certain days, the black cat appears suddenly as silent as encroaching mist; darkness-bound. The people flee from it wherever it walks, and its approach causes a silent chaos of the mind. A crowded market moments ago now lies vacant and all the city's people shuffle hurriedly from sight of the black cat. It is not a regular cat, this one. Suddenly, a little girl breaks away from the crowd and her mother, running towards the black cat who's tail darts upright and ears twitch curiously. Breaking the unspoken code of silence, the child begs her mother innocently to play with the pretty black cat. The child giggles as she approaches the dark feline, as each sound seems to expel the cat from the light. As she finally reaches it, she stops giggling and gazes in curiosity toward the shadowclad creature, undoubtedly in wonder of its mysterious origins. The mother in her hushed panic tells the child to come along, now; but it is far too late. We know not if the child laid hand upon the cat, or the black cat itself approached the child, but it has already begun. As with every other incident of the black cat, the child once filled with laughter now lies ice-cold upon the market floor, her dead eyes staring deep into oblivion. And the cat, you say? Where is the accursed cat now? The Black Cat has returned to its deathly home among the shadows, fading from sight the moment the two beings touched. The only signs of its faded presence are a curious frozen tear; and the blue-tinged corpse of an innocent little girl.
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In the actual nightmare the marketplace was a supermarket, and once the girl was turning icy-blue and presumably dying, my girl's mother helped her brothers out of a window and then my girl ran for the window. All she remembers is what I wrote. I had a bit of fun with the story of people knowing the cat, based on the unspoken silence everyone in the supermarket had when the cat showed up. They freaked out, but kept silent as if they were afraid to show the cat their fear. Also, according to the dream, laughter repels the cat for some odd reason.
Now, we have 2 beautiful cats in the house and my girl and I are mega-cat people. This is the first time she's ever had a cat-related nightmare. Weird thing is, as much as I adore black cats and will chase after them when I see them at night, I used to have an odd dream about the same exact cat when I was a kid. o_O It didn't freeze people, but the behavior was the same and it ushered that same unspeakable silence. In fact, all the sound of the city died out as it approached, nothing but the faint howl of the wind left. As if it sucked the very warmth and life from everything it touched; forever cursed to remain hated and alone.
I find it sad, really. I'll probably incorporate the black cat into one of my books or stories. This one's definitely being saved.
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