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Chapter 2: DemoniButter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went back in aggression and a slow long growl rumbled out of her throat.
Scotch, sensing the shift of energy in the area sprung out of the water and fled towards the safety of his sister. "What is it?!" he whispered worryingly at her, shifting his eyes around the grassy meadow.
Butter let out another long territorial growl until responding to his question, "We have an int
Chapter 4: Blue PointButter released the air from her lungs, turning it into an eerie mist in the frigid night air. Her ears stood up straight on end, and her tail twitched back and forth anxiously. She hated being here, her master knew that—but he did not care. He only saw her as a pretty face, a breed to attract potential suitors. It was simple really, her master wanted to find her a perfect mate—one that was wild—in hopes to create a unique blood line, one that no one else has ever discovered. He desired to create a cross between a flame point and a blue point. The master wanted to produce a white tailed cat with soft, glowing blue tips, mixed all together with Butter's subtle orange hue. Butter was merely a pawn for the masters sick game, but fortunately for her, not a single blue point has stood up to the masters standards. She was a perfect flame point to her masters’ eyes, so only a perfect blue point could equal her flawlessness.
The moonlight shined on Butter now, making he
String of Fate Chapter 10
String of Fate
The first day of senior year was a bit hectic as he expected. Justin's mother dropped him off at school, ignoring his protests of just wanting to take the bus. She even wore a poor disguise of a large straw hat and sunglasses to help ease his worries of embarrassing him (which it didn't). He rolled his eyes as he slung his black backpack on his back and trudged towards the halls, his new schedule in hand. Getting around wasn't nearly as bad as his first day of school last year (since he knew the basic layout of the school this time around) but now that people knew his name, people who had nothing better to do with their lives made a point to pick on him.
For instance: When he entered his second class a tall blonde jock-looking boy tripped him on the way to the back of the class. At lunch he carried his tray of food to a table, only to have it shoved up on his chest, spilling his glass of Gatorade that came with the meal and plate of spaghetti all over h
String of Fate Chapter 2
Going to school at six in the morning to make it to class at eight in the morning was a bit much for Justin. The bus sat in a traffic standstill for a good twenty minutes because of a traffic accident, and finally arrived at the school five minutes before class was officially starting. The principal was a bit rude, tossing his schedule at him and pushing him out the door as he led him to his first class. He followed him into the classroom and was shoved to the front. "This is Justin Boliviar. He just moved here from Oregon and will be joining you for the rest of the year. I don't want to hear of anyone bullying him or teasing him," the balding man stated, turning and walking out without another word.
The teacher pointed to the back of the classroom at an empty desk without a word, Justin nodding and rushing to it, sitting in his seat and glancing around. Originally, he was afraid he was going to have to ignore people and avoid them so he didn't have any attention on him. But at first g
String of Fate Chapter 3
The training lasted all week from four in the afternoon till about eight when Justin was sent home. His mother explained to him that he was to follow Darla around to see all that she had to do for the band she watched over and helped out and to memorize where everything was. It wasn't until the next week he began to follow another employee by the name of Max who had sea-green dyed hair, piercings covering his left ear and brown eyes. He assisted a classical band, which shocked Justin to say the least. These sort of jobs lasted until summer a month later.
During that month he learned to expect the unexpected. You didn't get to choose the type of music your band or artist did, and even if you hated it (like his Co-worker Alexandre with his hatred of rap) you had to suck it up and treat the individuals like people and keep them happy. The job didn't seem to bad, but also didn't seem like you could slack off in any way. The last person he watched over lasted just a weekend. Michelle had th
Chapter 6: The PactIris knelt, leaning forward to smell the ground as she inhaled the fleeing scent of Butter's aroma. It would be fairly easy for her to trace the scent back to the castle, as long as she followed this trail.
Scotch puffed out his tail in anger.
“I said you are going the wrong way! Why won’t you listen to me!?”
Kokoro hushed him.
“Be patient, she has a reason for doing so.”
Iris stood up and turned towards the remaining twin.
“Your master has altered the surroundings to your house, the path in which you are used to has changed. The only way for us to find your sister is to follow this trail. It will take some patience but we have to keep moving to find her in time.”
Kokoro nodded and Iris fled towards the direction of the scent, the others running close behind her.
“What do you think he is doing to Butter?!” Scotch yelled out to Iris, but she only shook her head.
“I have no idea.” But she did know. She knew every little th
Chapter 1: Flame PointsThe sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted
Chapter 7: Little TreasureA throbbing pain hammered her head, like a blunt object beating into her skull repeatedly.
“Take a deep breath.” Uttered a voice, but it was muffled and displaced. The tone and volume would gradually grow louder, and then fade ever so softly to a whisper.
“What? Why…Why am I here?” she answered, fluttering her eyelids open, trying to focus her eyes on the setting around her.
“We can use her to get to him.” A murmur came from her right.
“This can finally be the key to destroying the humans.” Another voice said from the left.
“Silence yourselves!” a familiar tone whispered back harshly.
Butter slowly leaned her body up, only to hear the continuous whispers erupt again.
“Oh she awakens!” another voice penetrated her ears, “She must be informed!”
She rubbed her head as her vision slowly came back to see a strange scene laid out before her. She was inside what appeared to be castle grounds; the tall s
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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