Post by Jagathara on Sept 25, 2005 0:41:23 GMT -7
BarnCat/CatDrgN
...looking to the left and right, eyes straight ahead, seeing with his ears, he was a creature of the senses, a predator. Molded through countless hours of stalking, preying and other such seriousness, he was relatively unaffected by it all for in him was a wild odd and often unfathomable self defined type of humor to him. It baffled, frustrated and aggravated some, but to him these were reactions made by choice which he consoled himself in not accepting any blame for. He was what he was, and there was no changing this. Who better to tell his tale but himself? He drew the quill with a flourish, and brutally jabbed it into the inkwell spattering it onto the scroll before him with a feral grin and hissing laughter...
How absurd was this, a cat, smoking a cigar. How ridiculous he tempered the harsh smoke of this cheap brand with an equally cheap ale. He wasn't hard to please, easily amused, and many times amused others along with him. This was all well and good and sometimes sometimes it did really make a difference. Other times his own laughter served and sufficed as adequate company. He was alone in most crowds, with a legion of voices in his mind. It wasn't insanity or dementia, it was overflowing creativity manifesting.
Adventures and misadventures, hmmm, he thought to himself as he wrote that he was thinking to himself. History, his story, hiss story? Origins, where one comes from, the foundation upon the self being sculptured by life's abrasive and constructive artistically inclined hand. Seemingly random at first until it begins to lead a coherent path of symphonic cacophany, the lump sum of the senses of memory one could get lost in and escape to at the same time. Refuge and solace.
He'd never done anything notable, so he thought, in comparison to the great deeds of those around him now. His place in history was a very small place, probably memorable, but mostly to himself. He'd chronicled his moments. He'd inscribed his comedies and errors. Breathing in cool moonlight, exhaling the heat of the sun, thousands of times in this thing called his life, but then again we're getting lost in wandering mental ramblings and vague imageries, back on track furball, back on the path.
Nfa, led by the notorious and colorful past of the enigma known as Saiten proved a very topsy turvy and shortlived tenure. He saw Shade through new eyes, and saw himself through Shade's eyes and therfore learned himself. Trk, taking the admirable risk of taking him on, and he, taking the risk of rejection, went slowly side by side, clan and member, through many changes and grew closer as time went one, forging strong bonds and steelhard alliances. The assets of friendship and comradery found themselves as he found himself. He sacrificed very little of himself to attract that which was most truly the idealest facets of his life.
It came to EGO, now this is where it gets good, and can only get better from there. Trk clan was as was Trk clan, but seemed somehow incomplete. The Cat knew at some level things could be better. He reconciled himself with Zanden on a mutual shared and secret promise, he could now happily serve Chaos with very little noticable change in how he served Shade, served himself. Many of Trk clan's friends were in EGO, and those that weren't, at least not yet, were admirable warriors and some of the very best one could find himself aligned with.
A Dark Cat now, his true colors showing through, without reserve or hesitancy or the slightest care how he was seen by those he could no longer respect, or those he did respect, that understood this in him. It wasn't a change really, it was more of the same Cat, just more completely the same Cat. He wore a Clan Tag emblazoned almost visibly with past glories and great deeds, with a dark power all its own that encouraged one to carve his own place on the mantle of history, his story and yes, hiss story, lol.
Make no Mistake, Chaos's Forces may have gotten Stranger, but He was Here and The BarnCat or The CatDragon or both all in one standing in the positive side of Shade, the light-hearted Knight Errant in Darkness, feeling at home, as Barncat of {EGO}, 2nd {or third? Or more?} Jester of Shade.
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Heh, hope that did myself justice, I figured damn I've written before, why not write for myself here. Hope this wasn't too much an intrusion.
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{There are some Qualities - - some Incorporate / Things, That have a Double / Life, which thus is made A type of that Twin / Entity which Springs from Matter and Light, evinced in Solid / and / Shade.}~Edgar Allan Poe, "Silence". (8)Shade Jester Needs Food Badly!(8) "Look... what the... CaTdRgN, a BarnCat! with an inflated {EGO}!"
Last edited by CatDrgN on 09-18-2005 at 01:53 AM
The above is an autobiography by the CatDrgN character himself, copied by kind permission[/size][/font]