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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 25, 2013 21:53:15 GMT -8
There are so many spoilers for WC; SG I just cant even begin asdfghjkl XDDD LOL anyways. Because we know, like, virtually NOTHING about Violets/ Violetrains history, I kinda FIGURED it be nice to atleast let you guys get a vague idea of what she went through XD There`ll be a HUGE Violet backstory in the anime that lasts for about a whole episode, so its going to be mostly (not entirely) based around that. Derp. This backstory also has inspiration from the song 'Howl' by Florence and the Machine. *points below*
If you listen while reading, it `twould be greatly appreciated C: Comment plz?(there will also be some mild swearing. Ik, the admin is a rule breaker XD But this is based mainly off the anime, so... :C I`ll probably edit or cross it out. Idk XD)
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 26, 2013 15:58:11 GMT -8
I found myself surrounded by darkness. Black. That was all I could see. Could my littermates see that too? I know im not blind. I`ve opened my eyes already. Blind cats who were born into this violent group of cats were killed immediately, they`re guts thrown into the lake as a warning to other cats with disabilities- to not join the clan. Atleast, that's what my mom, Lacie, told me. Maybe it was just the night, creeping in to whisper its usual tendencies and temptations. I blink once, twice, my long eyelashes helping my unusual colored eyes adjust to the cool, whispery night. As usual, I was correct. But, something seemed to be different about the chill in the air. It was as it was beckoning me forward with a chilling paw, securing me easily and trying to succumb me into the darkness as it drew me outside. I peered around the side of the den, and dances of lights filtered slowly into my eyes. What was this? A malformed shape slunk forward, looking seemingly faint in the Cimmerian way of light and among the pale, willow wild trees. His smooth, sleek pelt flickered iridescently, changing between streaks of gold, mahogany, and the color of lime grass. His handsome, narrow face was pushed back into a caliginous shade of anger, one that I couldn't place quite well. His huge paws sent tremors into the ground around me as he walked, and I felt that with one swipe of a paw, he could have easily broken my small body. But he didn't...which hyped my curiousity, to know who he was. His amber-green eyes narrowed- and I got a feeling that he wasn't looking at me, but something much taller, something his height. His formed flickered, blurred around the edges, and I remembered the stories that my mom had told me; of cats being destined for greatness, having seen visions, having the outrageous talent to be able to talk to they`re ancestors. It occurred to me that this could be a vision; what else would this be? I didn't have any ancestors though. Mom said that, when all the cats go to die in this tribe, they all go one place to burn, because they`re smothered and coated in the grease of sin. Ever since I`d been born a moon ago, my mom kept on telling me countless stories of cats who were born of they`re free will, who weren't being held captive in a den where other cats came to make fun of those there in ways that were only delightful to them. The black cat growled. His posture tensed, and I had a feeling that whoever he was yelling at wouldn't be standing for long. "What have you done?!" his deep voice seemed to echo within my soul, filling every void and every crevice with something unknown. It was like something sparked, clicked within my peripheral vision, made everything sharper; I gasped, and looked back up with the wide violet eyes that I was named after. Ok, that was weird. "What have you done to her?!" His voice rang with outrage, pelt bristled out to full contempt, and I felt for sure that I was watching the future. "What have I done? What have you done to this clan!" the voice was different, snider, classier, smoother. The unavoidable tang of blood hit me, creeping into my nose. It was so strong, so wretched and vivid in my mind that I coughed, half expecting to see a spray of blood on the ground by my white paws at the mere movement. The smell wasn't coming from near me, though; it was coming from the vision, from the other cat that I couldn't see. A notion then hit me hard, like a landslide of river water and rock slapping down onto a canyon bed. I was watching the future. Other cats said that I was really smart for how young I was...so of course, I could connect the dots on this one. I was watching the way I would die. Who would care for me, and, the voice of who would be my murderer. I was watching how I would die.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 26, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -8
(The center alignment is off center on this story gahhh XD)
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Post by Leaf on Mar 3, 2013 12:15:58 GMT -8
(Oh. Mah. Gawd. It doesn't matter if the center allignment is off, THIS STORY IS AMAZING asdfghjkl. xD I pictured everything vividly *.* It's so amazing. I'm like freaking out....I WANNA KNOOWWW WHO IS WHOOO. :3 Anyways, I wish I had time to record a video for voice acting....it could've been fun! Can I still help? )
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