by Quitting :I » Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:42 am
I suppose I should start off by saying that you really shouldn’t be reading this…As it’s my private journal and all, but knowing you, you’ll just continue to skim down the page and read my deepest, darkest secrets, so why bother anyway?
Day: November 28th…I think
Time: I really don’t know
Mood: Claustraphobic
You know that feeling when you think everything is closing in on you and you get really dizzy? Yeah? Well that’s how I feel right now. You know, getting trapped beneath a huge rock slide, but remaining unharmed and even able to have a trickle of light to write by really opens one’s eyes…metaphorically. And yeah, you heard me right…HUGE. FREAKING. ROCK. SLIDE. No kidding. I suppose it was kinda of my fault, but who’s to say the rocks didn’t just decide to create the domino effect out of pure whim, huh? Anyway, I think it’s pretty lucky that I’m even here to tell the tale…though I might not be for much longer, seeing as I can hear the rocks moving around me, compacting in on themselves…
Well, I should probably tell you who and what I am, seeing as this is my first entry and we barely know each other. The name’s Thalia, Thalia Ross, daughter of the Lord and Lady Ross. Yeah, real fancy schmancy name huh? It gets me into a lot of trouble around these parts though, and I have a very bad feeling that this rock slide wasn’t entirely an accident…Anyway, onto the WHAT I am. I guess you could say I’m a ‘magical creature’ of sorts. I’m a werecat you see, a sort of shape shifter. We prefer the form of a cat, but currently, I’m a human, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing would I? Well…I guess my ‘human’ form isn’t entirely ‘human’ at all, it’s more elf-like…And before you freak out because of all this magical hullabaloo, just…pay attention.
Werecats are really extraordinary, if I do say so myself. You can’t faze us with much…Well, okay, a lot actually fazes us, but that’s not the point I’m trying to get at. What is really important is that we are independent, not entirely loyal to one side or another. We choose who we’d like to side with, which is usually the people who we think will win, and they almost always do, except for that one time, but let’s not go there. Many people misunderstand us to be normal house cats, but we are very different, in both appearance and attitude. We look like a mixture of all kinds of cats, big and small. Personally, I am sort of a cheetah build with a lion tail and the face of a house cat, with large, pointy, tufted ears. My fur is black with silver streaks, like my hair, and the tip of my tail is the same as the streaks on my pelt. We werecats come in many different shapes and sizes, but we’re never to big or too small…Kind of between the size of a leopard and a house cat…Anyway, attitude-wise, we’re real feisty and clever, and very smart for that matter. But no more on me…How about you? Though I don’t really expect much of an answer from a little black book such as yourself.
-Thalia Ross
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