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Lashing Out
Aug. 3rd, 2008 10:19 amJust a little something to get out of my head. Based on a true story! ish! :V
Lashing Out
She remembered its *kind* - seen them passing outside the window on their long leads, happy and obedient. But this small one had invaded her home. It chased her and invaded her spaces and worst of all it stole her love.
And when she’d refused to submit, that displacement had become physical and she found herself abandoned – no shelter, no food, no caretakers. Nothing.
She’d learned to fend for herself quickly enough. There was water to be found and she learned to hunt, instinct long repressed guiding her actions. Still, she grew lean. She’d never been big. She did her best to care for her health, but living outside, there were issues she just couldn’t content with on her own. Fleas, ticks, other parasites. Still, she tried her best to survive.
And trying made her bitter.
And bitterness made her angry.
And her anger lead her to thoughts of revenge.
She sought a target. One who was young, like the one who had displaced her. One who was loved. One whose caretaker was soft enough on the inside. She found them, both girls. The target was older than her tormentor, but young enough to satisfy. The woman was kind, and dedicated, and just soft enough, she hoped.
She stalked the pair, coming closer, daily to their home. She harassed her target, shedding all fear of the larger, stupider creature. It had teeth but no bite. Her weapons were her claws, her wretchedness. The first for her target, the second for the woman.
The woman protected the target, and yet she seemed to weaken. She gave out small tokens of love, while keeping the target out of harm’s way. She left their home open…
But the target remained.
Maybe this one was soft enough for two loves?
The cat backed off to consider.
Lashing Out
She remembered its *kind* - seen them passing outside the window on their long leads, happy and obedient. But this small one had invaded her home. It chased her and invaded her spaces and worst of all it stole her love.
And when she’d refused to submit, that displacement had become physical and she found herself abandoned – no shelter, no food, no caretakers. Nothing.
She’d learned to fend for herself quickly enough. There was water to be found and she learned to hunt, instinct long repressed guiding her actions. Still, she grew lean. She’d never been big. She did her best to care for her health, but living outside, there were issues she just couldn’t content with on her own. Fleas, ticks, other parasites. Still, she tried her best to survive.
And trying made her bitter.
And bitterness made her angry.
And her anger lead her to thoughts of revenge.
She sought a target. One who was young, like the one who had displaced her. One who was loved. One whose caretaker was soft enough on the inside. She found them, both girls. The target was older than her tormentor, but young enough to satisfy. The woman was kind, and dedicated, and just soft enough, she hoped.
She stalked the pair, coming closer, daily to their home. She harassed her target, shedding all fear of the larger, stupider creature. It had teeth but no bite. Her weapons were her claws, her wretchedness. The first for her target, the second for the woman.
The woman protected the target, and yet she seemed to weaken. She gave out small tokens of love, while keeping the target out of harm’s way. She left their home open…
But the target remained.
Maybe this one was soft enough for two loves?
The cat backed off to consider.
