Post by Nix on Mar 11, 2016 13:45:04 GMT -5
i made myself at home in the cobwebs and the lies
Undoubtedly an impressive building in its prime, the art gallery had become little more than a ghost of its former glory. The doors and windows that weren't broken had been left ajar by careless humans as they ransacked the place for any valuables, and it took little effort for a feline as small as Echo to slip inside unnoticed. Paintings had been stripped from the walls, both canvas and frame alike recycled as kindling, and the glass from the cases had long since been smashed and re-purposed into makeshift weapons. Perhaps the only part of the building that remained relatively untouched was the stone floor beneath her paws. Pale green eyes took in the scene before her through an analytical lens, not particularly bothered by the fate of either old masterpieces or amateur art. She had seen it before, and there was no wisdom in simply appreciating an object when it could be put to better use in some other way.
Having long decided that anything of value had vanished years ago, humans did not tend to frequent what had once been an important cultural landmark in their city, and the building had been surrendered to the dominion of mice and any who would hunt them. Echo was among the latter group, but while she would not give up the opportunity, her primary reason for venturing into the abandoned building was not to hunt. A little bird had told her that something had happened here recently, but it had offered no further details. Intrigued, the First Warrior had decided to investigate personally, and though she had little expectation that it had been a particularly large event, she was prepared for anything. .
Paws carried her from room to room, and nothing so far had caught her eye. In the earlier rooms, very little seemed out of place, but as she found herself wandering deeper and deeper into the belly of the building, she began to pick up on some curious disturbances. A shiver traveled down her spine, and she looked around, ears pricked for sound and mouth open as she scented the air. She was still alone. Broken statues created jagged shadows on the walls, and as she entered the final room, she jumped up and landed atop one of the shorter ones. Perched upon the rough surface where a man's head should be, Echo took in her surroundings as a whole. There were new signs of life - piles of objects in various corners, a threadbare blanket - that pointed to one thing. A human had moved in.
It was all very intriguing. That someone would take shelter alone in a worn-down building rather than with its own kind had curious implications - though perhaps she was reading too much into this. After all, the human could have only set up temporary residence in the gallery. Turning her head, she peered around the room another time. Regardless, it was good that she had come; as a feline who made a habit of traversing the city while avoiding those who would want to eat her, she considered it very important that she remain aware of human movements. But that did not mean that she was oblivious to all others, for the growing sensation that she was no longer alone was one that only cats could trigger. Feeling somewhat exposed atop her headless statue but not about to give up the advantage of having the high ground - however unconventional it was - Echo cast a glance toward the single entrance to the room. "Hello," She called into the silence.
Having long decided that anything of value had vanished years ago, humans did not tend to frequent what had once been an important cultural landmark in their city, and the building had been surrendered to the dominion of mice and any who would hunt them. Echo was among the latter group, but while she would not give up the opportunity, her primary reason for venturing into the abandoned building was not to hunt. A little bird had told her that something had happened here recently, but it had offered no further details. Intrigued, the First Warrior had decided to investigate personally, and though she had little expectation that it had been a particularly large event, she was prepared for anything. .
Paws carried her from room to room, and nothing so far had caught her eye. In the earlier rooms, very little seemed out of place, but as she found herself wandering deeper and deeper into the belly of the building, she began to pick up on some curious disturbances. A shiver traveled down her spine, and she looked around, ears pricked for sound and mouth open as she scented the air. She was still alone. Broken statues created jagged shadows on the walls, and as she entered the final room, she jumped up and landed atop one of the shorter ones. Perched upon the rough surface where a man's head should be, Echo took in her surroundings as a whole. There were new signs of life - piles of objects in various corners, a threadbare blanket - that pointed to one thing. A human had moved in.
It was all very intriguing. That someone would take shelter alone in a worn-down building rather than with its own kind had curious implications - though perhaps she was reading too much into this. After all, the human could have only set up temporary residence in the gallery. Turning her head, she peered around the room another time. Regardless, it was good that she had come; as a feline who made a habit of traversing the city while avoiding those who would want to eat her, she considered it very important that she remain aware of human movements. But that did not mean that she was oblivious to all others, for the growing sensation that she was no longer alone was one that only cats could trigger. Feeling somewhat exposed atop her headless statue but not about to give up the advantage of having the high ground - however unconventional it was - Echo cast a glance toward the single entrance to the room. "Hello," She called into the silence.
i’m learning all your tricks i can hurt you from inside
Echo | 599 words | open | ---