Post by Allana on Mar 10, 2008 4:50:58 GMT -8
A curious scent wafted down through the halls of the Echoes. Max, rose from his cozy place beside the fire, with a glance to the battered and dirty cloth doll that lay in a lump against a nearby wall, and padded to the doorway. The panther’s green eyes shifted down the length of the corridor expectantly. Servants of the lily and members of the Echoes moved in and out of the doorways with purpose. The foreign scent seemed lost upon all of them. The panther momentarily marveled on this fact, and not for the first time. Perhaps the others ignored it, or their senses were not attuned to such things. The panther had noted such things in the past and found it amusing that its mistress permitted such ignorance, but then Allana never seemed to catch the subtleties that he noticed either.
Choosing to follow the scent, Max slunk along the edge of the hallway. He was a shadow, darkness given form that at times merged with the alcoves and edges that remained shrouded from the light. Claws retracted, and only the pads of its paws gracing the stonework of the halls, he made no sound. Few of the inhabitants noticed him.
The scent was everywhere, and so strange. It was difficult to track, not because it was scarce or old. It was as if the halls were crisscrossed with it, in every direction. It passed under locked doors, through the kitchens and libraries, into sleeping quarters and laboratories. The only place it seemed to disappear was in the cell that had been occupied by the one called Analosi. That inhuman creature’s scent still lingered here, a bitter, vile stench that seemed resistant to time. But the cell had seen little use since then, the mangled steel bars still bent strangely.
Nosing its way through a door left slightly ajar, the panther stole into the quarters of one of the Echo’s. The scent was even on the furnishings, Max noted with disbelief. That seemed impossible. None of these dangerous ones would permit this.
Yet his nose declared in undeniable, the entirety of the hall had somehow been compromised. The scent of rabbit was everywhere, and fresh, but how? For the first time the panther found himself baffled. Perhaps one rabbit could be explained away, a wayward straggler that passed through an open door from the gardens. But this scent said that they were everywhere, and in great numbers.
Defeatedly, the panther sulked back to its place in the great room beside the still burning fire. Rabbits did not belong in this place, it was his place. If they sought to take it from him, he would give them a fight. He would not give his home away to rabbits. He would not allow his mistress or her friends to be swallowed up by the cotton-tailed, twitchy-nosed fiends either. Dropping down onto the rug before the hearth he was still considering the ramifications as he bit down on the soft plush battered doll that rested nearby and drew it over closer. Snuggled with the Jevin doll his tail flicked slowly before the big cat finally dozed again dreaming of fighting hordes of white rabbits alongside Pookie.
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Choosing to follow the scent, Max slunk along the edge of the hallway. He was a shadow, darkness given form that at times merged with the alcoves and edges that remained shrouded from the light. Claws retracted, and only the pads of its paws gracing the stonework of the halls, he made no sound. Few of the inhabitants noticed him.
The scent was everywhere, and so strange. It was difficult to track, not because it was scarce or old. It was as if the halls were crisscrossed with it, in every direction. It passed under locked doors, through the kitchens and libraries, into sleeping quarters and laboratories. The only place it seemed to disappear was in the cell that had been occupied by the one called Analosi. That inhuman creature’s scent still lingered here, a bitter, vile stench that seemed resistant to time. But the cell had seen little use since then, the mangled steel bars still bent strangely.
Nosing its way through a door left slightly ajar, the panther stole into the quarters of one of the Echo’s. The scent was even on the furnishings, Max noted with disbelief. That seemed impossible. None of these dangerous ones would permit this.
Yet his nose declared in undeniable, the entirety of the hall had somehow been compromised. The scent of rabbit was everywhere, and fresh, but how? For the first time the panther found himself baffled. Perhaps one rabbit could be explained away, a wayward straggler that passed through an open door from the gardens. But this scent said that they were everywhere, and in great numbers.
Defeatedly, the panther sulked back to its place in the great room beside the still burning fire. Rabbits did not belong in this place, it was his place. If they sought to take it from him, he would give them a fight. He would not give his home away to rabbits. He would not allow his mistress or her friends to be swallowed up by the cotton-tailed, twitchy-nosed fiends either. Dropping down onto the rug before the hearth he was still considering the ramifications as he bit down on the soft plush battered doll that rested nearby and drew it over closer. Snuggled with the Jevin doll his tail flicked slowly before the big cat finally dozed again dreaming of fighting hordes of white rabbits alongside Pookie.
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