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This story involves my original character, Shelby. For a quick backstory, in an RP event from way, way back in the day she became immortal which now leads to adventures that span for thousands of years.
Thursday Prompt: White
Story: The Cat and the Proposal
Holding a cup of tea in one hand, Shelby plopped her cheek on her fist as her elbow rested on a table. Those green feline eyes narrowed as she stared at the peculiar sight in front of her that her brain was desperately trying to come to comprehend. “You… what?”
“Your hand m’lady, I am asking for your hand to be forever joined with mine in matrimony!” Bowing before the feline was a canine kneeling on a single knee, dressed head to toe in expensive garments and wearing boots that looked as though they had never seen a puddle. Behind the canine stood a human holding an elaborate white dress of expensive looking fabric, covered in jewels and fresh flowers.
“And you are...?” Shelby took a sip from her tea, then crossed her legs. Her cheek then pressed harder into her hand, causing the left side of her face to scrunch up as she let out a slow sigh.
The canine on his knee motioned to the human standing behind him, who stepped forward and announced in a powerful voice. “He is Count Moonwulf Starkaaderson, Companion of the Order of Chivalry, Companion of the Order of the Pelican, Baron Rivenstar, Companion of the Order of the Dragon's Heart, Companion of the Order of the Willow, Companion of the Order of the Silver Oak, Recipient of the Purple Fret, Recipient of the Doe's Grace, Recipient of the Dragon's Tooth, Companion of the Order of the Dragon's Barb, Companion of the Order of the Cavendish Knot, Companion of the Order of the Royal Vanguard…”
“Okay okay, stop… just stop!” taking her cheek off of her hand and folded her ears back while waving at the human. “You could have ended at… Stakaaderson… I think,” placing her cup of tea on the table and looking back at the canine. “What in the world has you in my cottage asking for my hand in marriage, might I ask? This is certainly the first time that I have ever laid eyes on you.”
Nodding his head, the canine smiled and turned to face a window, as if being beckoned by the evening sunlight streaming through. “Ah yes, a half moon ago I saw you at the market, wearing your simple blue pauper dress. I knew had I approached you then, you’d simply faint from overwhelming emotion at such a bold request. In that moment however I knew I had laid eyes on a unique creature and I must make you mine.”
“Uhhh… huh. And the white dress your servant is holding? What’s that about?” Shelby looked up from the canine on his knee over to the human holding the dress, who held it up higher so that she could clearly see it.
“Ah well, naturally that will be your wedding dress my love! I had it specially tailored after speaking with the local seamstress regarding your measurements. I assure you it should fit like it was made for you! Because well… it was!” the canine motioned to the dress and flourished his cape into the air as if putting on some kind of spectacle.
“Um, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear that, not that I was going to anyway. The whole, white and purity thing… I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Also, if you wanted to court me I don’t think starting with a wedding proposition was the best choice. You probably should have tried to learn a thing or two about me first,” pointing at the dress and then scratching at her cheek where her hand had been resting earlier.
“Alas! Do not say it is so my love!” the man said, while scooting closer to her on both knees now. “What vile monster has tainted my delicate flower? It is no matter, nobody but us needs to know! You can still wear the dress and we will pretend your purity is intact my dearest!”
Scowling down at the man, the feline started getting annoyed as her tail flicked about behind herself. Her ears perked and folded back again, as she leaned closer to him and placed her hands over her knee. “I have a better idea, how about we just don’t get married, and we don’t see each other again after this moment, and you leave my house and never return, nee? Then we don’t have to pretend anything!”
“Oh my love! Do not speak such harsh words! Forgive me! Here… I have prepared a poem to woo you!” The canine turned to the window again and raised his hands, one in front of the other, as if beckoning something to him.
"O Dearest Shelby,
With Eyes of Emerald,
You Spotted My Heart,
And with a Huntress Ease,
Hath Captured My Love,
As Your Beauty Hath Captured,
Mine Eyes!”
“Well that was awful. Again, I think I must insist that you leave my home immediately, before I force you to leave.” reaching a hand up and pointing at the door.
The canine turned and blinked at her, a shocked expression on his face as his mouth hung open a moment. “But… but… I can offer you riches! I can offer you luxury, and exquisite cuisine! I can offer you fabrics and textiles so fine your fur will sing! I can offer you so many things, and take you from your pauper clothes and peasant cottage!”
The feline stood up and slammed her bare foot down onto the stone floor of the cottage, a bust of wind knocking the man over, along with forcing the white dress out of the servant's hands and out the door behind him. “I don’t NEED your riches, or your garments, or your food! I don’t care to have my fur sing, or whatever else you might be offering, and this is a nice cottage!”
Reaching down to pick the man up by his collar, with one hand she tossed him out of her home and onto the pathway leading up to it. The feline then looked at the servant and pointed out the door, glaring at him with firefly green eyes.
The servant gave a nod, then nervously licked his lips and ran out of the cottage to go help his master up off of the ground. Shelby slammed the door and turned back to her cup of tea, but stopped and perked her ears as she heard the man outside lamenting about his predicament.
“My love! Do not forsake me! You are my sun and my moon!”
Grumbling and going back to the door, Shelby flung it open and released her claws. Baring her fangs and raising her arms, swirling winds began to twist around her, whipping her dress and hair about. “I am nobody's sun, and nobody’s moon! If you do not leave right this moment I will make sure that our love isn’t the only thing forsaken this evening!”
“EEP!” The canine squealed as he scrambled to his feet and both men ran off down the path through the forest. As soon as they were out of sight the winds surrounding the feline calmed and a deep sigh escaped her lips.
“What in the hell was that about anyway… nee…?” looking down at the ground, Shelby noticed that they didn’t take the white dress with them when they ran off. Walking over and picking it up, she’d fluff it a bit and frown. “Guess I can bring it back to Luanda, if she’s the one who made it. I’m going to have to have a talk with her about giving strange men my measurements though…”
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This story involves my original character, Shelby. For a quick backstory, in an RP event from way, way back in the day she became immortal which now leads to adventures that span for thousands of years.
Thursday Prompt: White
Story: The Cat and the Proposal
Holding a cup of tea in one hand, Shelby plopped her cheek on her fist as her elbow rested on a table. Those green feline eyes narrowed as she stared at the peculiar sight in front of her that her brain was desperately trying to come to comprehend. “You… what?”
“Your hand m’lady, I am asking for your hand to be forever joined with mine in matrimony!” Bowing before the feline was a canine kneeling on a single knee, dressed head to toe in expensive garments and wearing boots that looked as though they had never seen a puddle. Behind the canine stood a human holding an elaborate white dress of expensive looking fabric, covered in jewels and fresh flowers.
“And you are...?” Shelby took a sip from her tea, then crossed her legs. Her cheek then pressed harder into her hand, causing the left side of her face to scrunch up as she let out a slow sigh.
The canine on his knee motioned to the human standing behind him, who stepped forward and announced in a powerful voice. “He is Count Moonwulf Starkaaderson, Companion of the Order of Chivalry, Companion of the Order of the Pelican, Baron Rivenstar, Companion of the Order of the Dragon's Heart, Companion of the Order of the Willow, Companion of the Order of the Silver Oak, Recipient of the Purple Fret, Recipient of the Doe's Grace, Recipient of the Dragon's Tooth, Companion of the Order of the Dragon's Barb, Companion of the Order of the Cavendish Knot, Companion of the Order of the Royal Vanguard…”
“Okay okay, stop… just stop!” taking her cheek off of her hand and folded her ears back while waving at the human. “You could have ended at… Stakaaderson… I think,” placing her cup of tea on the table and looking back at the canine. “What in the world has you in my cottage asking for my hand in marriage, might I ask? This is certainly the first time that I have ever laid eyes on you.”
Nodding his head, the canine smiled and turned to face a window, as if being beckoned by the evening sunlight streaming through. “Ah yes, a half moon ago I saw you at the market, wearing your simple blue pauper dress. I knew had I approached you then, you’d simply faint from overwhelming emotion at such a bold request. In that moment however I knew I had laid eyes on a unique creature and I must make you mine.”
“Uhhh… huh. And the white dress your servant is holding? What’s that about?” Shelby looked up from the canine on his knee over to the human holding the dress, who held it up higher so that she could clearly see it.
“Ah well, naturally that will be your wedding dress my love! I had it specially tailored after speaking with the local seamstress regarding your measurements. I assure you it should fit like it was made for you! Because well… it was!” the canine motioned to the dress and flourished his cape into the air as if putting on some kind of spectacle.
“Um, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear that, not that I was going to anyway. The whole, white and purity thing… I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Also, if you wanted to court me I don’t think starting with a wedding proposition was the best choice. You probably should have tried to learn a thing or two about me first,” pointing at the dress and then scratching at her cheek where her hand had been resting earlier.
“Alas! Do not say it is so my love!” the man said, while scooting closer to her on both knees now. “What vile monster has tainted my delicate flower? It is no matter, nobody but us needs to know! You can still wear the dress and we will pretend your purity is intact my dearest!”
Scowling down at the man, the feline started getting annoyed as her tail flicked about behind herself. Her ears perked and folded back again, as she leaned closer to him and placed her hands over her knee. “I have a better idea, how about we just don’t get married, and we don’t see each other again after this moment, and you leave my house and never return, nee? Then we don’t have to pretend anything!”
“Oh my love! Do not speak such harsh words! Forgive me! Here… I have prepared a poem to woo you!” The canine turned to the window again and raised his hands, one in front of the other, as if beckoning something to him.
"O Dearest Shelby,
With Eyes of Emerald,
You Spotted My Heart,
And with a Huntress Ease,
Hath Captured My Love,
As Your Beauty Hath Captured,
Mine Eyes!”
“Well that was awful. Again, I think I must insist that you leave my home immediately, before I force you to leave.” reaching a hand up and pointing at the door.
The canine turned and blinked at her, a shocked expression on his face as his mouth hung open a moment. “But… but… I can offer you riches! I can offer you luxury, and exquisite cuisine! I can offer you fabrics and textiles so fine your fur will sing! I can offer you so many things, and take you from your pauper clothes and peasant cottage!”
The feline stood up and slammed her bare foot down onto the stone floor of the cottage, a bust of wind knocking the man over, along with forcing the white dress out of the servant's hands and out the door behind him. “I don’t NEED your riches, or your garments, or your food! I don’t care to have my fur sing, or whatever else you might be offering, and this is a nice cottage!”
Reaching down to pick the man up by his collar, with one hand she tossed him out of her home and onto the pathway leading up to it. The feline then looked at the servant and pointed out the door, glaring at him with firefly green eyes.
The servant gave a nod, then nervously licked his lips and ran out of the cottage to go help his master up off of the ground. Shelby slammed the door and turned back to her cup of tea, but stopped and perked her ears as she heard the man outside lamenting about his predicament.
“My love! Do not forsake me! You are my sun and my moon!”
Grumbling and going back to the door, Shelby flung it open and released her claws. Baring her fangs and raising her arms, swirling winds began to twist around her, whipping her dress and hair about. “I am nobody's sun, and nobody’s moon! If you do not leave right this moment I will make sure that our love isn’t the only thing forsaken this evening!”
“EEP!” The canine squealed as he scrambled to his feet and both men ran off down the path through the forest. As soon as they were out of sight the winds surrounding the feline calmed and a deep sigh escaped her lips.
“What in the hell was that about anyway… nee…?” looking down at the ground, Shelby noticed that they didn’t take the white dress with them when they ran off. Walking over and picking it up, she’d fluff it a bit and frown. “Guess I can bring it back to Luanda, if she’s the one who made it. I’m going to have to have a talk with her about giving strange men my measurements though…”
Thursday Prompt: White - The Cat and the Proposal
This initially started with a silly idea around purity... and while considering auras, or debutante balls, it all eventually morphed into this fun little story! Anyway it was fun to write, so I do hope it is also fun to read!
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Species Feline (Other)
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Oh, dear, poor Count Moonwulf, I think you may have been a bit too hasty with this one. Can't say I'm surprised that Shelby turned him down... at least she was as polite as she could be.
Thank you! Indeed, polite as she could be but not putting up with nonsense. As far as Count Moonwulf, sometimes when you are in love, or think you are in love, you do crazy things!
Also thank you for the fav!!
Also thank you for the fav!!
Thank you! I very much enjoyed writing it!
And thank you for the fav!!
And thank you for the fav!!
" I have prepared a poem to woo you!”
Oh noooooooooooooooo *dead*
Fr tho, what Luanda doing giving out shelby's deets to strangers. She just trying to start drama :P
^w^ Oh my gosh, this was absolutely hilarious. <3
Oh noooooooooooooooo *dead*
Fr tho, what Luanda doing giving out shelby's deets to strangers. She just trying to start drama :P
^w^ Oh my gosh, this was absolutely hilarious. <3
Thank you! I'm glad I got some chuckles from people. Luanda's going to have some explaining to do, that's for sure!
Thank you for the fav as well!!
Thank you for the fav as well!!
Well... Love at first sight, I guess. Maybe our dear count should have thought this through. Or at least taken some poetry lessons. I mean I guess that was better than the Vogon's... maybe...
The count may have had just a little bit of an ego about him, just a little one though. He really could use some poetry lessons, that wasn't going to woo anyone. Hmmm worse than the Vogons? Might be up for debate!
"Well that was awful" was personal XD
I just imagined Shelby as the professor you answer on the exam and she sighs clearly disappointed in your attempt.
Very cool story again, not like I expected anything less from your pen^^
I just imagined Shelby as the professor you answer on the exam and she sighs clearly disappointed in your attempt.
Very cool story again, not like I expected anything less from your pen^^
Haha! Well they can't all be muses like yourself Puaro!!
Thank you so much for the kind words and the fav!!
Thank you so much for the kind words and the fav!!
*shakes head sadly* That's what happens when you introduce a cat and dog to each other without letting them sniff each other under a closed door first.
Gotta say, though, I actually kinda liked his poem. X3
Gotta say, though, I actually kinda liked his poem. X3
Haha! It would be the best way to have introduced them.
He liked his poem too!
He liked his poem too!
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