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Moushena has a minion!
Awaken the cat, awaken the Dhemon
Awaken the cat, awaken the Dhemon
Moushena
Legacy Name: Moushena
The
Bloodred FeliOwner:
TimidAge: 13 years, 2 weeks
Born: April 17th, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: April 17th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Refs for art: 1 (The grey, evil looking one) - 2 - 3 - 4
Moo-She-Nah
Muschinach
(Muschi = Pussy) - (Nach = Little*)
(*As in, little by little.)
Art
{x} - byarsato
{x} - byrun // {x} - by run, altered by Timid
I knew it was destiny the moment I saw her. Her white-blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail so tightly that her eyes seemed nearly comical in size. Those eyes.. they depicted the innocence that resided in her very soul. That's how I knew. She was the one. She was going to take me home, and I was going to bring hell upon her. It would be glorious.
Little did I know that this child-human was going to put up a fight. No matter what scheme I threw at her, she somehow knew how to react in a way that would send me into the pit of desperation. I would slash at her arms with my sharp claws and kick my powerful legs, but she would merely let out a high pitched giggle and wiggle her limp arm as though it were a toy of some sort. I would lay upon her face in an attempt to suffocate her during her sleep, but her steady breathing continued on and did little more than to lull me to sleep in a position that was ideal for her to wrap her arms around my body. Occasionally, when I felt as though nothing was going to get rid of her sunny disposition, I would stake her out for hours until she left the safety of her clan- then I would lunge forward and sink my fangs into the flesh of her ankles. This also had no effect on the child.
I continued on with these pointless plots for the majority of my first year with her, even when I realized that nothing I could do to her would keep her from scooping me into those now scarred arms of hers and confessing her love for me. Of course she loved me. Even with my evil ways, I deserved her love. I was, and still am, superior to all.
-
As I aged- quite gracefully, might I add- so did she. She grew taller and even more hyper while I grew in another way. Yes, my body was bigger than before and more graceful, but my mind was developing as well. I can not say the same for her. Nothing proved this more than when she brought this fat, orange blob of a cat into my house. Unlike when I had picked her, this cat came along with her already full grown. And fat, very fat. Where did she get off bringing something so.. ignorant into my home? Had I asked for pork for dinner? Had I even hinted towards loneliness? No. Something had to be done about this. When hissing and chasing the other cat did not prove my point I hatched a new plot. I would await in the human's lap, and attack this invasion before her very eyes. This would get it through her thick, blonde head. This would get rid of the blob. Oh how wrong I was. Instead of allowing me to pounce the orange cat, the human quickly swooped in and pulled me away from my enemy. So, rather than let my rage die down, my instincts got the better of me and I released all of my hatred on the human's arm. Despite not laying a claw on the intruder, I hold no remorse. A point was proven that day to the human.
-
Years later, the human girl brought home yet another cat. She still wore the scars that occurred as a result of the last intrusion, but did not seem to remember how they had gotten there. I could have attempted to re-teach the lesson.. but what was the point? She obviously lacked the brain cells necessary to process my teachings, so scarring her skin once more would only lead to the bloodying on my paws. So I merely allowed it. This cat was smaller than the last, easily slapped out of the window and he seemed to understand how much I disapproved of his presence with a simple vocalization. The human beamed at me when I did not attack the newest addition to the incompetent group. She cooed and ran her grubby hands all throughout my fur. Telling me how I was such a 'good kitty' and even daring to tell me how I've become docile with age. Foolish girl. I am not a good cat, and I have certainly not calmed with age. I have merely learned how to bide my time and only put forth the effort to be evil when it's required. (Like when the human moves the arm that I had been using for a pillow.) I have not let go of my ultimate goal to bring hell down over the girl. It will still happen. All in good time human, all in good time.
Moo-She-Nah
Muschinach
(Muschi = Pussy) - (Nach = Little*)
(*As in, little by little.)
Art
{x} - by
arsato{x} - by
run // {x} - by 
run, altered by TimidI knew it was destiny the moment I saw her. Her white-blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail so tightly that her eyes seemed nearly comical in size. Those eyes.. they depicted the innocence that resided in her very soul. That's how I knew. She was the one. She was going to take me home, and I was going to bring hell upon her. It would be glorious.
Little did I know that this child-human was going to put up a fight. No matter what scheme I threw at her, she somehow knew how to react in a way that would send me into the pit of desperation. I would slash at her arms with my sharp claws and kick my powerful legs, but she would merely let out a high pitched giggle and wiggle her limp arm as though it were a toy of some sort. I would lay upon her face in an attempt to suffocate her during her sleep, but her steady breathing continued on and did little more than to lull me to sleep in a position that was ideal for her to wrap her arms around my body. Occasionally, when I felt as though nothing was going to get rid of her sunny disposition, I would stake her out for hours until she left the safety of her clan- then I would lunge forward and sink my fangs into the flesh of her ankles. This also had no effect on the child.
I continued on with these pointless plots for the majority of my first year with her, even when I realized that nothing I could do to her would keep her from scooping me into those now scarred arms of hers and confessing her love for me. Of course she loved me. Even with my evil ways, I deserved her love. I was, and still am, superior to all.
-
As I aged- quite gracefully, might I add- so did she. She grew taller and even more hyper while I grew in another way. Yes, my body was bigger than before and more graceful, but my mind was developing as well. I can not say the same for her. Nothing proved this more than when she brought this fat, orange blob of a cat into my house. Unlike when I had picked her, this cat came along with her already full grown. And fat, very fat. Where did she get off bringing something so.. ignorant into my home? Had I asked for pork for dinner? Had I even hinted towards loneliness? No. Something had to be done about this. When hissing and chasing the other cat did not prove my point I hatched a new plot. I would await in the human's lap, and attack this invasion before her very eyes. This would get it through her thick, blonde head. This would get rid of the blob. Oh how wrong I was. Instead of allowing me to pounce the orange cat, the human quickly swooped in and pulled me away from my enemy. So, rather than let my rage die down, my instincts got the better of me and I released all of my hatred on the human's arm. Despite not laying a claw on the intruder, I hold no remorse. A point was proven that day to the human.
-
Years later, the human girl brought home yet another cat. She still wore the scars that occurred as a result of the last intrusion, but did not seem to remember how they had gotten there. I could have attempted to re-teach the lesson.. but what was the point? She obviously lacked the brain cells necessary to process my teachings, so scarring her skin once more would only lead to the bloodying on my paws. So I merely allowed it. This cat was smaller than the last, easily slapped out of the window and he seemed to understand how much I disapproved of his presence with a simple vocalization. The human beamed at me when I did not attack the newest addition to the incompetent group. She cooed and ran her grubby hands all throughout my fur. Telling me how I was such a 'good kitty' and even daring to tell me how I've become docile with age. Foolish girl. I am not a good cat, and I have certainly not calmed with age. I have merely learned how to bide my time and only put forth the effort to be evil when it's required. (Like when the human moves the arm that I had been using for a pillow.) I have not let go of my ultimate goal to bring hell down over the girl. It will still happen. All in good time human, all in good time.
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