Thread: He Gave Her Life...She Accepted It

Unfortunately there are times out there when families can no longer take care of themselves and their familes. It just happens to be that, Marie was in one of those families. At a young age, her father died and her mother grew sick. She had no older siblings since she was merely four. Marie never knew that her mother was dieing from the same sickness her father had died from. Her mother pushed herself farther than she could. Never thinking of herself and only Marie. Marie didn't know that her mother was sick. Her mother always seemed happy around her, always energetic. She would love playing with her. Her mother would tease her about her unusual ears, like a cat, someone would say she was half cat. Her hair was white and her ears matched, and even more she had a thin long white tail to go with her ears. Her mother tied a black ribbon and a bell to the end of her tail so she would always hear her coming. She had matching black ribbons in her hair underneath each cat ear. She would always have fun trying to chase her tail around. Even though she could catch it at any time she stayed on all fours trying to catch her tail with her sharp teeth. It served to use up her energy when she had nothing else to do. At the age of five, her mother passed away. Marie had walked into her mothers room to wake her up because they had planned to go to the park to play with the other kids. None were like her and her mother didn't like her being in public that much because of it, but she had promised to do so and Marie always loved to play with other kids, even if they made fun of her ear and tail. Pulling and flicking at her. She had shook her mother, trying to wake her. She had not. Her face was pale, her skin cold and clammy. Marie had pulled another blanket over her mother in worry. Slipping under the covers she had snuggled against her to try and keep her warm. mama...? she would whisper over and over again, followed by a smal meow that showed her concern. Soon enough days passed and her mother didn't awaken. Marie needed food, but did not know how to cook, and they had barely anything in their home. Marie didn't want to leave her mother. She stayed against her mother, grabbing her cold arms and wrapping them around her small body. Soon Marie grew weak from not eating and she slept along with her mother most of the time. She hadn't heard the door open nor close that day. Her ears perked hearing footsteps but she stayed underneath the blankets, hidden there in her mothers arms. Her eyes were shimmering and glazed over in hunger and exhaustion. She stayed still, and quiet, though whoever had been roaming her home had known where she had been. As if he had read her thoughts somehow. Before she knew it the blankets were through off of her mothers and her small body. She had slowly turned her head to stare at a fuzzy figure. She had bliunked several times to try and clear her vision, but to no avail they were still fuzzy. The warm hands that grabbed her and lifted her into their arms were welcomed. She snuggled into the large chest that held her firmly. She made a small meow sound and fell asleep in the warm arms that held her. The male that had come had saved her from death...Death had been lingering around, waiting for the right time to take her. Giving her time, for someone to come along and take her away. Death seemed to fade away as she was taken away and giving food, and shelter, a warm bed to lie in and someone to love and love her in return. Marie had been saved. Marie now around the age of seventeed, lives with her master. She calls him master because she feels comfortable calling him nothing else. Even though he was like an older brother to her. Since the day he had taken her away she had grown. Her body was no more the innocent small childs body but was the innocent little teens body. Never going out to meet people that much because of still to this day they teased her about her condition. Living under her masters roof, she cleans...cooks...and whatever she can. She owes her life to him and she never disobeys because of she feels she shouldn't. Marie's hair now reached passed her waist. She still has the ribbons in her hair and the one wrapped around her tail..the bell accompanied by it. Her thin figure and perfectly size breasts does well with the men since they never take their eye off of her because of it. She hides herself usually behind a large jacket and when with her master wheres a simple maids outfit. ----- Marie's ears twitched slowly as she fixed her masters breakfast. She was usually up before him. She took naps when she could and usually walked around during the night, watching the outside or playing simple games with herself. pouring a glass of orange juice she finished by placing it next to a plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes. She picked up the large tray and slowly made her way down one of the hallways that led to her masters room. She didn't knock. She never did. What was she to find...a woman in his bed. No..he never brought any one home. Slowly she opened the door and slipped inside closing it behind her, silently. She had done this many times. She moved her way over to him setting the tray down on his side table. She flipped on the light and turned to her master. Whatever condition he was in it never bothered her, because she was accustomed to him. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder to shake him lightly. Images of her past flashed before her eyes and her ears lowered as tears shimmered in her eyes as she shook him, gently. Her imagination sometimes took a turn for the worst and she couldn't hold back the fear of one morning finding him, dead in his bed. Her pale cheeks pinkened slightly as she grew worried. Each day this happened. She would remember finding her mother...dead in her bed and would think he also had died.