by Mihochi » Fri May 10, 2013 2:15 am
Sora nekos are what all of the felines of the world originate from, they are an ancient species, only recently discovered. They are much like the felines of today except that they defy the laws of science, like they can fly and unnatural phenomenon seem to happen around them, some classing it as 'magic'.
Rain. wrote:
Entreya
(Pronounced; En-tray-ah)
Female
3 Neko Years
Her personality can not be expressed using the words of any human language. The closest i can express to you would be the words, tranquil, elegant and the pure essence of nature itself.
I know that sounds really lame but it's what she feels like to me <3 Mysterious yet beautiful
The day was clam and the sun bathed the earth in a mild glow. I was walking aimlessly throughout the streets, not quite sure where i was headed, or even if i was actually headed somewhere. The wind whispered quietly with the trees, stirring leaves and causing my clothes to flutter. And then, as i was passing by an old shrine, i heard a soft chime. Peaceful yet enchanting; like the sound of the stars. I gazed up at the shrine, to the place where i had heard the chime ring. A long pathway of cold stone steps snaked up in the direction of the sound. Entranced; i turned and began making my way up the stairs.
The stone was cold beneath my bare feet, i had no idea where my shoes had gone. I guess i never put them on in. Understandable in my placid state. I had left my house with no real aim or direction. Just a wandering mind and tireless legs. I had no idea how far i had walked or even how long it had taken me to get here.
The wind pushed me from behind, gently urging me forwards. I reached the top of the stairs just as another chime sounded.
I could now see where the noise was coming from.
A small cat sat on a raised wooden platform, staring down at me with eyes swimming with wisdom. This was no ordinary cat. This cat held itself high with an air of grace and elegance. Long, delicate branches grew from the fur around it's neck, with small bottles of glowing liquid tied to each one. The air shimmered around the cat in streams of gold and around it's front paws and tail hung long, trailing ribbons of a dainty, sheen material. Small pink flowers bloomed in a scattered arrangement over the ribbons. An emerald coloured orb floated gently beside the cat's long, fleecy tail. The chiming sound was made when the orb would stray too close to the glowing bottles. They would clink together releasing a beautiful sound i longed to hear, over and over.
Forever.
I could tell that i was in the presence of something... mystical.
I recognised this species. This cat was a Sora Neko. Not an average Sora Neko. No. She was something special.. something unique.
The cat stood, then, and jumped down from the platform. It's paws made no sound as they met the granite floor yet the chime sounded again as the orbs and bottles touched briefly. I stood, mesmerised. Unable to tear my gaze away from the cat as it slowly padded towards me. The green markings which stained the neko's fur flashed and shimmered in the sunlight, trapping me in a state of blissful stupor.
The neko stopped mere inches away and looked up at me with eyes as wise and as luminescent as the blue moon. It opened it's mouth and let out a soft, delicate meow. The sound was more beautiful than the chime. More pleasant and more peaceful than the rainbow after the storm and more comforting than a warm drink on a cold day. I knelt down and outstretched my hand to the cat, feebly and weakly as i was still wrapped up in a state of awe at the sight of this girl. She cocked her head to the side, moving the branches and releasing another gentle chime.
She looked into my eyes and i held her gaze. She stepped forward and touched her forehead to my hand.
Acceptance.
Agreement.
Friendship.
The wind moved again, whispering in my ear. The word was soft like silk and as delicate as porcelain. It held an air about it, as if it were ethereal. But i guess it was silly of me to think that way. I instantly felt embarrassed but then looked down at the Neko and all feelings vanished. There was one left, though. I didn't understand quite what it was, but from what i knew and understood of myself; it was probably love. The word the wind whispered struck a chord with me, though, and i knew what it was telling me.
It was telling me her name.
Entreya.
A fine, smooth grey rock,
Atop a cliffs hilt.
Comes crashing, now down,
To rest on thick silt.
Shrinking it down,
A rock to a pebble.
Then it drifts through a river,
Past Yorkshire and Hebble.
The rock,
Now a gem.
Rests at a bank, finally free,
Under safe, lovely watch,
From many honey-duck tree.
The small, tiny gem,
Picked up by a breeze.
And blown far away,
From it’s honey-duck trees.
The trees bend for there loss,
Their leaves fade to brown.
For with the gem gone,
They all wear a frown.
The breeze carries the gem,
Over valley and field.
Till at last, come to rest,
On a bronze plated shield.
The blacksmith of Harley,
A fairly small town.
Discovers the gem,
Then smiths a gold crown.
He deposits the gem,
In a slight little dip.
Near the top of the crown,
The cynosure at the tip.
He gifts the fine crown,
What a lover is he.
To a lady he fancies,
The duchess Mary-Lee.
She bevels the crown,
With a fine satin lace.
Then places it high,
On the shelf, is its place.
The gem sits up high,
For many a year.
Till one dawn, duchess dies,
The gem sheds a tear.
The blacksmith greaves in remorse,
And takes it out on the crown.
Beating it fiercely,
Then melting it down.
But the gem doesn’t melt,
No matter how hard he tries.
The gem remains solid,
Still an allure to the eyes.
The blacksmith was outraged,
Things always melted when heated.
The gem had defied him,
He felt he’d been cheated.
He rode on his horse,
To the country of Dreams.
Then threw the small gem,
Into a tangle of streams.
The streams carried the gem,
Past Yorkshire and Hebble.
To the banks of a river,
The same as the pebble.
The gem lay in peace,
Free now to dream.
In the shade of honey-duck trees,
Close to a stream.
I apologise for the length >.>
This is a poem i wrote for her myself. I just thought suited her tastes or just suited her in general <3
As you would expect Entreya has an exceptional talent with anything living. The chimes and melodical purrs that she can produce have an instant calming and pacifying effect on any living fauna whilst her vast knowledge of flora and her almost magical ability to make it grow no matter what the circumstances make her appear as if she were born by a deity of life. Some who meet her often dub her the child of Mother Nature, or the child of Gaia.
Cherish her and spoil her. Very much so <3 While writing the story i felt so connected to this lovely girl, i would definitely draw her and write a lot more about her.
Drawing. I would definitely draw this girl, her markings are one of the key things that drew me to her. I found her personality in them and i find them to be a huge part of her character. Well, at least the way i developed it ^^
I would also like to breed her in the future, both because of her special power and because of how pretty she is <3
She gave me a sense of serenity whilst i was writing and i hope to be able to shower her with affection and stories in the future <3
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Mihochi on Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:30 pm, edited 2 times in total.
