06-03-2019, 03:21 PM
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[[ no no it's absolutely okay! please take all the time you need! ]]
Zeb can't seem to remember when he last spoke to another individual. A couple days ago? Weeks? Months? How many months had past? He couldn't remember anything that's happened and frustrated him beyond belief. As soon as they entered his mind, he found himself struggling to remember a couple days later. They were hazy, barely understandable memories that were mere inches from his face but no matter how far he reached out or leaned towards it, he was never able to touch it. Why? Why is he not allowed to recollect what was once his? He spent time and put in the effort in meeting new people, experiencing new things and burning them into his consciousness, only for them to evaporate before his eyes. Like watching a cloud be slowly torn apart as it traveled across the sky, his memories gradually began to fade once they reached a certain point. Zeb knew he was forgetting, but he didn't know what. Were they important pieces of information that, under no circumstance, he should ever forget? Or were they trivial matters like how many four leaf clovers he found in a field or how long he could hold a conversation with an owl before the owl realizes the colourful cat has no idea what he's saying? They were frivolous thoughts and actions but they were still important to him. All his memories are- even the painful ones. They were stories to look back on and learn and appreciate. Memories were also a source of comfort for those who are hurting. He couldn't look back at all he's accomplished nor finding strength and purpose in what he's done with memories that were unrecognizable. As much as he wanted to sit and mull things over, he knew that wouldn't help much. Maybe he wasn't suppose to remember the events leading up to now? Perhaps leading up to tomorrow or the day after that was also not on the syllabus. Thinking about it this way was comforting, but also vaguely concerning. He knew in his heart it wasn't something that will last forever, but it was still alarming to be forgetting things at such a rate. It couldn't be helped, he supposed. The only thing left to do is keep moving forward and hope something amazing happens to balance him out.
It's been a good while since Zeb's spoke to anyone. Rather, it's been a long time since he's had a conversation with someone and they responded. The feline has spoke to everything from flowers, bugs, snails, birds, grains of sand and trees to clouds, the rain, thunder, the stars, the blazing sun and mellow moon. While speaking to them was nice, he could shake the twinge of loneliness that pulled at all of corners of his heart and soul. Zeb is an outgoing, extroverted, playfully optimistic young lad who thrives off of candy and socialization. The only difference between the two is if candy is removed from the equation, he doesn't turn into a zombie. He feeds off of the energy of others and he adores listening to others speak about their experiences. He's attentive and engaging, an active listener with boundless patience but will literally scream at anyone who think what they're saying is boring or "you're probably not interested in this... s-sorry." Nothing breaks his heart more than someone who thinks that they're saying or what they enjoy doesn't have enough value to be shared - if it's harmless. Zeb will be one of the first individuals in front of the crowd at the concert of a debuting band his friend is in and cheering the loudest of course. Or buying artwork from a new gallery showcasing an acquaintance's paintings and sculptures. From commissioning a knitted blanket or scarf to seashells in jars, he encourages other to pursue what they enjoy the most. Sometimes it was the little things that make everything worthwhile. Also, he was genuinely interested in learning about others. He may not understand why something brings them enjoyment, but he adores the thought of them enjoying the life they were given.
The bounce in his step had not decreased since it had arrived. In fact, the only difference from then and now is he wore a bright grin on his face. He was happy. What's there to not be happy about? Yeah, a lot of things but he'd much rather focus on all the positives! He knew bad things were going on but if he only thought about that then his outlook on the world would also change. He'd stop seeing colours and noticing the way textures ruffled and swayed in the breeze. Instead he'd see eyes watching his every move and hear whispers to accompany those eerie stares. He's stop feeling the earth under his soft pads and in its place feel every crack and dent in a world that's slowly dying. He wasn't ignoring these less than sublime events. It was hard to ignore crying and dried pools of blood from battlefields he's unknowingly crossed. But focusing on them made him feel small, helpless and scared. He wanted to help everyone but he was just one angel. Not even a guardian angel. Just one, insignificant speck of dust floating around in an endless universe. Anyone would feel constantly dejected and paranoid with a mindset like that. He will admit, being positive and optimistic was a challenge at times, but someone had to keep others spirited and motivated. How Zeb felt didn't matter. He pushed his own thoughts and emotions to the back as he focused on those around him. It was painful sometimes but it was his job after all. If he must suffer a thousand lifetimes to protect the mortals of this world then he was prepared to take that risk. But luckily that has yet to happen so until then Zeb will remain his usual Zeb self; optimistically charismatic and all.
Zeb himself is always expecting company - since he talks to everything - so when a stranger stopped him to say hello, the angel was friendly and welcoming as he usually is. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but for him to be caught off-guard twice in under five seconds? Amazing. He didn't detect any hostility in the other's deep tone but when his cranium turned to look at who greeted him, his heart leapt out of his chest. After a second of staring, a sense of guilt fell over him. He wasn't even that terrifying appearance wise. He appeared to be a regular tiger with some modifications. He suppose what frightened him was the body language. He was stiff and well built; the prime example of a killing machine. The perfect soldier. He appeared to know his way around the body, which areas to strike first and where to avoid, manipulating his opponents without them knowing. And even if they did, they'd be powerless to stop it. Zeb hated himself for being impressed and quickly buried that feeling deep inside him as he reminded himself over and over again that it was wrong.
Appearance wise, he was the complete opposite of the angel who's ears where two separate bright colours. Even though his claws were long and sharp, they were each coloured differently and if his paws were placed in the right order, they were also rainbow patterned. Though the biggest difference between the two would be their eyes. Malakai's were an icy blue that could either make your blood run cold or be a refreshing glass of water on a hot summer day. Zeb's, on the other hand, were carefully concealed behind his dark sunglasses, unknown to the world. They weren't a secret or anything, but they are very sensitive to light. Even he's only seen his eyes a couple times and he wasn't surprised to say the least. His body was quite indecisive wasn't it? Instead of choosing a few colours as his colour scheme as most living things in the world does, his body went with "why not all of the colours?" If one is given the incredibly rare chance of seeing it, they'd notice how well the colours blended in with each other and the smooth transition of one to the next. It was like he captured one rainbow for each eye- rather, he was gifted two of them. In exchange for his ability to see without his sunglasses, he's able to view the world without bias and welcome anyone and everyone with open arms.
Despite the turmoil that momentarily captured almost all of his thoughts, it failed to show on the outside. He held his tongue for a moment as he watched Malakai nod in his direction after his greet. "Hello~" They sang around the lollipop in their mouth, dipping their own head politely. At first, they weren't too sure of him but when he continued, all doubt and weariness dissipated into thin air leaving behind a friendly smile. As soon as the last word left his mouth and after staring at him as he did so, he could tell he wasn't the kind to speak much. An amusing thought. Someone so huge - at least, compared to the male - and intimidating though lacked social skills. That's something Zeb thinks he could help out with, being the outgoing ball of energy he is. His bobbed tail wagged behind him excitedly, happy to be talking to someone. "Oh! Yeah, I'm new! Just out for a stroll across the land, hoping to run into something interesting." He answered brightly before his ears flattened slightly in a playful manner, a just as playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lip. "Or someone." Malakai was quite interesting indeed, but no more interesting than another individual. They've just met after all and although Zeb loves him like any mortal, he doesn't know him. "And what about you, Big Bro? What are you-" he paused as a new thought entered his mind. Gasping, he took a few steps back. "I-I'm not trespassing on clan territory, am I?" The last thing he wanted to create was turmoil amongst others. He told himself he wasn't going to get wrapped up in their affairs but if he was the one to cause it, then he couldn't sit back and do nothing.
Zeb can't seem to remember when he last spoke to another individual. A couple days ago? Weeks? Months? How many months had past? He couldn't remember anything that's happened and frustrated him beyond belief. As soon as they entered his mind, he found himself struggling to remember a couple days later. They were hazy, barely understandable memories that were mere inches from his face but no matter how far he reached out or leaned towards it, he was never able to touch it. Why? Why is he not allowed to recollect what was once his? He spent time and put in the effort in meeting new people, experiencing new things and burning them into his consciousness, only for them to evaporate before his eyes. Like watching a cloud be slowly torn apart as it traveled across the sky, his memories gradually began to fade once they reached a certain point. Zeb knew he was forgetting, but he didn't know what. Were they important pieces of information that, under no circumstance, he should ever forget? Or were they trivial matters like how many four leaf clovers he found in a field or how long he could hold a conversation with an owl before the owl realizes the colourful cat has no idea what he's saying? They were frivolous thoughts and actions but they were still important to him. All his memories are- even the painful ones. They were stories to look back on and learn and appreciate. Memories were also a source of comfort for those who are hurting. He couldn't look back at all he's accomplished nor finding strength and purpose in what he's done with memories that were unrecognizable. As much as he wanted to sit and mull things over, he knew that wouldn't help much. Maybe he wasn't suppose to remember the events leading up to now? Perhaps leading up to tomorrow or the day after that was also not on the syllabus. Thinking about it this way was comforting, but also vaguely concerning. He knew in his heart it wasn't something that will last forever, but it was still alarming to be forgetting things at such a rate. It couldn't be helped, he supposed. The only thing left to do is keep moving forward and hope something amazing happens to balance him out.
It's been a good while since Zeb's spoke to anyone. Rather, it's been a long time since he's had a conversation with someone and they responded. The feline has spoke to everything from flowers, bugs, snails, birds, grains of sand and trees to clouds, the rain, thunder, the stars, the blazing sun and mellow moon. While speaking to them was nice, he could shake the twinge of loneliness that pulled at all of corners of his heart and soul. Zeb is an outgoing, extroverted, playfully optimistic young lad who thrives off of candy and socialization. The only difference between the two is if candy is removed from the equation, he doesn't turn into a zombie. He feeds off of the energy of others and he adores listening to others speak about their experiences. He's attentive and engaging, an active listener with boundless patience but will literally scream at anyone who think what they're saying is boring or "you're probably not interested in this... s-sorry." Nothing breaks his heart more than someone who thinks that they're saying or what they enjoy doesn't have enough value to be shared - if it's harmless. Zeb will be one of the first individuals in front of the crowd at the concert of a debuting band his friend is in and cheering the loudest of course. Or buying artwork from a new gallery showcasing an acquaintance's paintings and sculptures. From commissioning a knitted blanket or scarf to seashells in jars, he encourages other to pursue what they enjoy the most. Sometimes it was the little things that make everything worthwhile. Also, he was genuinely interested in learning about others. He may not understand why something brings them enjoyment, but he adores the thought of them enjoying the life they were given.
The bounce in his step had not decreased since it had arrived. In fact, the only difference from then and now is he wore a bright grin on his face. He was happy. What's there to not be happy about? Yeah, a lot of things but he'd much rather focus on all the positives! He knew bad things were going on but if he only thought about that then his outlook on the world would also change. He'd stop seeing colours and noticing the way textures ruffled and swayed in the breeze. Instead he'd see eyes watching his every move and hear whispers to accompany those eerie stares. He's stop feeling the earth under his soft pads and in its place feel every crack and dent in a world that's slowly dying. He wasn't ignoring these less than sublime events. It was hard to ignore crying and dried pools of blood from battlefields he's unknowingly crossed. But focusing on them made him feel small, helpless and scared. He wanted to help everyone but he was just one angel. Not even a guardian angel. Just one, insignificant speck of dust floating around in an endless universe. Anyone would feel constantly dejected and paranoid with a mindset like that. He will admit, being positive and optimistic was a challenge at times, but someone had to keep others spirited and motivated. How Zeb felt didn't matter. He pushed his own thoughts and emotions to the back as he focused on those around him. It was painful sometimes but it was his job after all. If he must suffer a thousand lifetimes to protect the mortals of this world then he was prepared to take that risk. But luckily that has yet to happen so until then Zeb will remain his usual Zeb self; optimistically charismatic and all.
Zeb himself is always expecting company - since he talks to everything - so when a stranger stopped him to say hello, the angel was friendly and welcoming as he usually is. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but for him to be caught off-guard twice in under five seconds? Amazing. He didn't detect any hostility in the other's deep tone but when his cranium turned to look at who greeted him, his heart leapt out of his chest. After a second of staring, a sense of guilt fell over him. He wasn't even that terrifying appearance wise. He appeared to be a regular tiger with some modifications. He suppose what frightened him was the body language. He was stiff and well built; the prime example of a killing machine. The perfect soldier. He appeared to know his way around the body, which areas to strike first and where to avoid, manipulating his opponents without them knowing. And even if they did, they'd be powerless to stop it. Zeb hated himself for being impressed and quickly buried that feeling deep inside him as he reminded himself over and over again that it was wrong.
Appearance wise, he was the complete opposite of the angel who's ears where two separate bright colours. Even though his claws were long and sharp, they were each coloured differently and if his paws were placed in the right order, they were also rainbow patterned. Though the biggest difference between the two would be their eyes. Malakai's were an icy blue that could either make your blood run cold or be a refreshing glass of water on a hot summer day. Zeb's, on the other hand, were carefully concealed behind his dark sunglasses, unknown to the world. They weren't a secret or anything, but they are very sensitive to light. Even he's only seen his eyes a couple times and he wasn't surprised to say the least. His body was quite indecisive wasn't it? Instead of choosing a few colours as his colour scheme as most living things in the world does, his body went with "why not all of the colours?" If one is given the incredibly rare chance of seeing it, they'd notice how well the colours blended in with each other and the smooth transition of one to the next. It was like he captured one rainbow for each eye- rather, he was gifted two of them. In exchange for his ability to see without his sunglasses, he's able to view the world without bias and welcome anyone and everyone with open arms.
Despite the turmoil that momentarily captured almost all of his thoughts, it failed to show on the outside. He held his tongue for a moment as he watched Malakai nod in his direction after his greet. "Hello~" They sang around the lollipop in their mouth, dipping their own head politely. At first, they weren't too sure of him but when he continued, all doubt and weariness dissipated into thin air leaving behind a friendly smile. As soon as the last word left his mouth and after staring at him as he did so, he could tell he wasn't the kind to speak much. An amusing thought. Someone so huge - at least, compared to the male - and intimidating though lacked social skills. That's something Zeb thinks he could help out with, being the outgoing ball of energy he is. His bobbed tail wagged behind him excitedly, happy to be talking to someone. "Oh! Yeah, I'm new! Just out for a stroll across the land, hoping to run into something interesting." He answered brightly before his ears flattened slightly in a playful manner, a just as playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lip. "Or someone." Malakai was quite interesting indeed, but no more interesting than another individual. They've just met after all and although Zeb loves him like any mortal, he doesn't know him. "And what about you, Big Bro? What are you-" he paused as a new thought entered his mind. Gasping, he took a few steps back. "I-I'm not trespassing on clan territory, am I?" The last thing he wanted to create was turmoil amongst others. He told himself he wasn't going to get wrapped up in their affairs but if he was the one to cause it, then he couldn't sit back and do nothing.