05-28-2018, 04:02 PM
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i'm here,,,, school,,,, math class,,, possible part/full time summer job,,,, running out of time,,,
// wheezes
he was still. claws unsheathed and pressed into the earth accompanied by a lowered body and un-moving tail displayed his level of skill. for a while he maintained this stance as if he had died standing up. as the minutes dragged on, he placed one paw after the other in a slow, calculating manner. lowering his head, his ears swiveled wildly on his cranium as they picked up every sound they could; with this, nothing would catch him off guard. not only was he ready, the somali was prepared. he needed to catch this rabbit else another day would pass where he hasn't eaten anything. indeed, being the breadwinner of the family meant making a couple sacrifices. does his parents know he starves himself just so they could eat? absolutely not nor will they ever know. he knew he could communicate to them his situation and they would understand, but it's as though he needed to be doing this. the ruddy tom wanted to contribute to the family, to give back what they gave to him. providing the food is something his parents could do as well - they were great hunters themselves after all. he knew all of this and yet, he's too stubborn to accept it. many would call it a dilemma - a problem, but in contrast to that, the young tom sees it as a responsibility or an obligation. just because the level of difficulty increases doesn't change anything. he does what he does because he cares about his parents and want them to live strong and healthy lives, much like they do for him. he didn't know where this strong sense of family came from, and it was only recently did he begin to think about it with more depth. he had a tendency to take on most of the responsibilities despite not wanting to in the first place. but the feeling of protest swiftly evaporates as he continues the task. his mind somehow tricking himself by saying 'it's the least you can do' and he responds 'it's the least i can do.' this feeling was exclusive to family only. others they have stumbled across are ignored or given the cold shoulder should he bother acknowledging their presence. you could imagine the countless of hours spent by his parents scolding him to be more polite. sachairi didn't have it in him to be kind to those who genuinely don't care about him.
the tomcat ignored the pangs of hunger tugging at the corners of both his mind and stomach. he needed to catch this else he was sure he would go crazy. he was reaching four days - his limit. he pushed himself too hard, yes he acknowledges that. but that's how he manages to stay sharp. others may argue continuous use would make the knife dull, but he knows the muscles grow stronger with continuous exercise. he's ambitious; maybe too ambitious for his own good. pushing himself past his own limitations and often feeling as though death walked only a few paces behind him. he feels it should matter to him. he feels it should concern him. he feels he should discontinue this urge for self improvement if it means he not eating for days at a time or wounding himself combat training. but it doesn't. this feeling was all too familiar and it leaves him in a state of confusion as to why it is. it consumes his waking days and rarely fills his dreams with vague images that he forgets immediately after opening his eyes.
the same mismatched eyes that held it's usual cold stare was target-locked on a rabbit - his favourite meal. he absolutely cannot miss this chance. this meal, will be the most delicious one he's had in a long time. licking his chaps and drawing his tongue over sharp white teeth, sachairi pressed himself close to the ground. ears folded against his skull as he decided now was the primal chance of attacking. ignoring everything else around him, the tom flexed his claws and took one step forward before lunging out of his conceals station behind the bushes. claws outstretched and mouth open, the somali grabbed a hold of the rabbit and went to bite down on its neck. using its hind legs, it kicked out of his grasp before sprinting away. not allowing it to outrun him, he pursuit it, gaining on the injured animal quickly. as soon as it burst out into the clearing, sachairi leapt and landed on it. not allowing it to escape a second time, he quickly bit down on its neck and snapped its spine. the hunt didn't go exactly as planned and he hated the sloppy execution, but he was happy more than anything to have a meal. panting, he rose and turned his head, only just now realizing the other feline. what in the world was he doing? blinking his eyes, he didn't bother lick the blood from his lips - vintro is a stranger so he felt no need to present himself properly - as he casually greeted him with a bored heterochromatic gaze.
"hello."
i'm here,,,, school,,,, math class,,, possible part/full time summer job,,,, running out of time,,,
// wheezes
he was still. claws unsheathed and pressed into the earth accompanied by a lowered body and un-moving tail displayed his level of skill. for a while he maintained this stance as if he had died standing up. as the minutes dragged on, he placed one paw after the other in a slow, calculating manner. lowering his head, his ears swiveled wildly on his cranium as they picked up every sound they could; with this, nothing would catch him off guard. not only was he ready, the somali was prepared. he needed to catch this rabbit else another day would pass where he hasn't eaten anything. indeed, being the breadwinner of the family meant making a couple sacrifices. does his parents know he starves himself just so they could eat? absolutely not nor will they ever know. he knew he could communicate to them his situation and they would understand, but it's as though he needed to be doing this. the ruddy tom wanted to contribute to the family, to give back what they gave to him. providing the food is something his parents could do as well - they were great hunters themselves after all. he knew all of this and yet, he's too stubborn to accept it. many would call it a dilemma - a problem, but in contrast to that, the young tom sees it as a responsibility or an obligation. just because the level of difficulty increases doesn't change anything. he does what he does because he cares about his parents and want them to live strong and healthy lives, much like they do for him. he didn't know where this strong sense of family came from, and it was only recently did he begin to think about it with more depth. he had a tendency to take on most of the responsibilities despite not wanting to in the first place. but the feeling of protest swiftly evaporates as he continues the task. his mind somehow tricking himself by saying 'it's the least you can do' and he responds 'it's the least i can do.' this feeling was exclusive to family only. others they have stumbled across are ignored or given the cold shoulder should he bother acknowledging their presence. you could imagine the countless of hours spent by his parents scolding him to be more polite. sachairi didn't have it in him to be kind to those who genuinely don't care about him.
the tomcat ignored the pangs of hunger tugging at the corners of both his mind and stomach. he needed to catch this else he was sure he would go crazy. he was reaching four days - his limit. he pushed himself too hard, yes he acknowledges that. but that's how he manages to stay sharp. others may argue continuous use would make the knife dull, but he knows the muscles grow stronger with continuous exercise. he's ambitious; maybe too ambitious for his own good. pushing himself past his own limitations and often feeling as though death walked only a few paces behind him. he feels it should matter to him. he feels it should concern him. he feels he should discontinue this urge for self improvement if it means he not eating for days at a time or wounding himself combat training. but it doesn't. this feeling was all too familiar and it leaves him in a state of confusion as to why it is. it consumes his waking days and rarely fills his dreams with vague images that he forgets immediately after opening his eyes.
the same mismatched eyes that held it's usual cold stare was target-locked on a rabbit - his favourite meal. he absolutely cannot miss this chance. this meal, will be the most delicious one he's had in a long time. licking his chaps and drawing his tongue over sharp white teeth, sachairi pressed himself close to the ground. ears folded against his skull as he decided now was the primal chance of attacking. ignoring everything else around him, the tom flexed his claws and took one step forward before lunging out of his conceals station behind the bushes. claws outstretched and mouth open, the somali grabbed a hold of the rabbit and went to bite down on its neck. using its hind legs, it kicked out of his grasp before sprinting away. not allowing it to outrun him, he pursuit it, gaining on the injured animal quickly. as soon as it burst out into the clearing, sachairi leapt and landed on it. not allowing it to escape a second time, he quickly bit down on its neck and snapped its spine. the hunt didn't go exactly as planned and he hated the sloppy execution, but he was happy more than anything to have a meal. panting, he rose and turned his head, only just now realizing the other feline. what in the world was he doing? blinking his eyes, he didn't bother lick the blood from his lips - vintro is a stranger so he felt no need to present himself properly - as he casually greeted him with a bored heterochromatic gaze.
"hello."