Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

she sighed, relaxing completely at his calm, soothing touches. she rather liked the feeling of her powers doing dim, not all of them, but enough that she could feel it... it was like... being denied a pleasure, like being held just before an orgasm, a tease. she did so love to be teased... in certain ways anyway. and his hands where so strong, yet so gentle as he pet her. she wasn't sure why she'd pushed him out of the way, what sort of instinct had made her want to protect him, instead of fleeing? she didn't know, but the exhaustion of little, and bad food soon caught up to her. she couldn't run anymore, and she collapsed, closing her eyes. she was just awake enough to feel him pick her up, and leap out into the world before darkness swarmed her. as he bathed her, he would find that her fur was not just thick, but also poorly groomed. she was shedding, ad had not been brushed, no doubt causing some pretty serious itching issues. as he ran the wet cloth along her fur, large clumps of hair went with it, and a strange sound started to fill the air. a deep, deep throb... a purr... she was Purring! purring hard enough that her entire chest was vibrating under his hand. she woke hours later, blinking sluggishly as she raised a hand and rubbed at her eyes, her nose twitching as she tried to figure out where she was, and how she'd gotten there, looking over at the berries she was on them in an instant, licking them up so fast, it was clear that some of her lightness, was indeed due to malnourishment. she didn't even pause to taste them, she didn't even chew, they just went down her throat, the seeds, if there where any, spit out with a look of annoyance as they slowed her desperate eating, and once they where gone, she started to purr again, licked her paws clean, and proceeded to wash her face, practically ignoring Arch as she used her nice long claws to itch and scratch at every inch of her body, spilling thick layers of hair onto the ground, not that it seamed to help. once that was done, she stood up on all fours, and shook herself hard, dislodging a few more loose hairs... but she was really going to need a good brushing. now that her cleaning ritual was done, she looked over at him and blinked at him, her head tilted a little before she stalked over to him and laid down right next to him, and planted her head in his lap. all too happy to cuddle with her savior. he looked lonely, he needed the company... that's what she told herself anyway. you rescued me. she murmured, jerking, having startled herself at her suddenly ability to talk, and her hand flew up to her neck, grimacing as her fingers met metal. this damn thing. she growled as she laid her head back onto his lap. that damn prince... that damn queen. her voice was bitter, filled with pain. the Queen was going to kill me. she admitted softly. she was going to slit my throat, and blame it on a guard... she told me. she admitted softly. she was coming in to do it... i couldn't let her do it... clearly, the poor thing was more than a little traumatized about her entire ordeal. the prince... he kept trying to rape me, so i'd bite him, bite him hard... he didn't stop, didn't learn. stupid, stupid human thing. she growled. half a man... naked leg walker. she grumbled. can't even give me the right food... kept giving me green things, and dry bits of... weird things... really... the prince had been trying to feed her greens and cat food? it was no wonder she'd scarfed those berries down so eagerly! a feral cat like her needed meat, and fish, sometimes berries for their vitamins, but never vegetables or dried pieces of bread and oil and other crap that he fed the palace cats! it was no wonder she'd bitten the stupid bastard... and it was no wonder she was so thankful to have been rescued.