Cat's Outta The Bag, Sweetie [Open!]

[Φueen Keziah]

All Hail the ωhite Φueen ♥

Zekiah Maion

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Queens did not lose. They were fast, and everywhere, knowing everything they needed to maintain rule. Over two thousand years, the White Queen Keziah Maion managed to do nothing but exactly what she pleased, as far as she could remember. Queens were necessary to put kings into check, and Keziah had her husband so long beneath her thumb and obscured from thought that she couldn’t begin to think of him as powerful without laughing like a maniac. The queen held all the power, and her heir, her darling bloodthirsty Kuro, was entitled to the scraps of the country after she was done with it.

The shapeshifting queen took no her favored form of a puffy white cat and had stalked about the shop where everyone seemed to buy the most things. She’d collected a great amount of tax money from the place and she absolutely quivered whenever she thought about just how much more money the place would earn her. She didn’t even have to lift a finger – politics just made money practically on its own. Well, for her at least. She couldn’t be bothered to take concern over the economy of anyone else but herself.

Most citizens knew she could change her shape only through rumor and theory, though factual evidence of the queen’s abilities were rarely seen outside of the palace. Rumors served her well. If others though she could be anywhere, always watching and waiting then they were more apt to behave themselves properly and obey her laws, even the laws that weren’t written down.

Running her tail along the items of a shelf filled with empty glass bottles and smooth pebbles for some sort of witchcraft, the queen purred lightly as she watched the people pass by, buying whatever they could. People were so amusing. Everyone else was so imperfect compared to her. She didn’t understand how they could bare to live with themselves, poor and ugly. Oh, subjects, silly things they were. She’d have committed suicide ages ago if she actually had to be one, but perfection such as herself was excluded from mortal toils.

As she lay upon the shelf, her mind suddenly reeled and told her that pain was coming soon, though she knew not why or from what. Since birth, the queen had been emotionally different than everyone else. She knew what emotions she was going to feel in the future, and fearing that she’d feel them, she would force herself to pretend to be experiencing emotion that she wasn’t at all. What the queen hated when her mind told her that the sensation of pain would be arriving in the future. Pain was a frequent startle to her, as she feared the idea of pain more than she feared the concept of death. Death was far more tolerable than expecting pain that hadn’t arrived yet and being completely unable to prevent it.

Keziah didn’t feel pain in that moment, but knowing she’d be feeling pain soon the crazy queen between to yowl and screech in pain, claws extending to latch onto the shelf. Pain was coming, and she was absolutely not happy about it.

Not knowing how extensive the pain was to be, the Persian cat figure of the queen fluffed up horribly upon the shelf. She cast out her claws as she continued to holler and screech in fear of pain before her claws caught until a smooth stone and chinked at such a strange angle that she jumped up in the air – and fell right off of the shelf. She tumbled toward the ground, and lacking the instinct of a cat she transformed into her human form instead and landing smack upon her rump with another sharp yell.

The tall woman was seated on the ground and yowled only a moment more until just as quickly as her shouting fit began, it ended. Her long black hair glided itself about her shoulders as her red eyes narrowed at her hand. Her hand was hurting; her hand made her feel pain, and so she inspected it.

“I broke a nail,” she muttered, sounding surprised at herself as her eyes narrowed at her fingers. “Oh.”

She wiggled the one which broken as she realized her gift of precognition had just made her look a fool. The queen looked furious at her own thoughts and the thoughts that anyone in that store might think she was an idiot. Oh no, she couldn’t allow those kinds of thoughts. Thinking negative thoughts about the queen, after all, as outlawed.

”Someone had better offer to help me up or by my word the lot of you will suffer immensely.”

There. Cruelty, that always covered up when she looked silly, at least in her mind.

Open to anyone.'
Seven hundred and eighty nine words long.
Disclaimer: I was rattling. Reply posts will not be this long on my end, so don't stress over length.

[dark]

She didn't really know what she was looking for, but both Dark and Deep, her octopus familiar, were hungry. After living in the woods for so long, it seemed odd that Dark couldn't just snatch up one of the little things mulling about and chomp into it. She didn't care much for the social customs the people had--the people, they were everywhere once she stepped out of the woods. If her hatred for them before was immense, just what was the disgust coiling in her gut now?

She strode quietly down the aisles of the market, looking at colorful packages and waiting for one to emerge that had a food item on it--or what she could tell was food. That was when Deep, who was casually clinging to her like a backpack, had pointed it out to her. Some fluffy thing was hissing and sputtering atop of a shelf. That sound...Pain Immediately, Dark felt herself break out into a sneering grin and she subconsciously reverted back to her times hunting in the woods; she crouched down and held her hands at the ready while Deep stayed firmly positioned on her back awaiting instruction.

Then, an unexpected thing happened, as the cat tumbled off the shelf and to the floor--just when Dark was ready to strike on the thing and snap its neck, it turned into a woman. A very glamorous, beautiful dark-looking woman, and even the socially-inept Dark could fell the power nearly radiating off her--she knew Deep could feel it too, as the octopus loosened itself a bit from the tension of an almost-fight.

The woman must be important, for just her presence didn't seek obedience, it demanded obedience. In spite of herself, Dark found herself easing back into a normal stance and gliding over to help her when she snapped for such. She extended a hand "You are too beautiful to be here?" Slipped out of Dark's mouth monotonically, she'd said it before she'd really thought about it and it had come out as an awkward statement-question.

What she'd really meant to say was 'Why are you here? You are to pretty to belong here' but, her communicative skills were still quite broken and the shock of seeing the woman just... appear was a bit overwhelming. "I mean, you are to beautiful to be in a place like this" Dark quickly corrected in her same monotone voice. She felt some sort of... admiration? for the woman grow slowly.

[Φueen Keziah]

All Hail the ωhite Φueen ♥

Zekiah Maion

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Not surprised in the least by the girl with the octopus on her head, Zekiah took the girl’s hand firmly with her silken white hand, long fingers slipping with all the finesse of her rank in the world across Dark’s skin. The queen’s alabaster complexion was just another reason that aided her title was White Queen. She took the help with a disinterested gaze as she rose back onto her feet. The queen smiled, however, as the girl for her compliment even if her eyes screamed of boredom.
“I am beautiful, aren’t I?” she agreed as she smoothed down her long black hair. “Though you are mistaken. I may go anywhere I please. If I want to mull about this boring old town then I will. Unless, of course, beauty began to inibit my movement. I don’t recall making a law against beauty.” Trailing off in thought, the queen’s eyes absorbed the girl up and down. “Aside from that tentacle-draped hat of yours, you’re decently pretty as well, and you’re here, now aren’t you? You wouldn’t happen to be breaking any sort of laws woul d you?”

Logic never really was the queen’s strong point, unless it was absolutely so backward it was moving forward again. It was make perfect sense, she realized, the outlaw beauty unless someone got her express permission to be beautiful. After all, this would entail that she would forever be the prettiest preson around and thus she’d get the attention of every single boy. Though they’d all be ugly boys. Perhaps she should outlaw only ugly women. Had she done that? She mentally took a note down that the idea seemed positively smashing.
Life was a game, and staying several steps ahead of one’s opponents was very, very necessary. She had to be ahead of everyone else, even her darling Kuro and scum of a husband, who she deemed hardly able to hold his title, let alone her attention.

[dark]

Dark stared at the woman for a minute. It seemed her communication ineptness had struck yet again... "Right" she stated, nodding her head at the woman as she unleashed a small tangent about her independence. Then she paused and stared, making Dark look at the woman questionably as Deep shifted uneasily. As soon as she'd mentioned Deep negatively, the octopus curled a tentacle around Dark's arm tighter--letting out a mental growl at the woman. Dark merely stared.

Was this a compliment? Dark tilted her head slightly and continued a questionable gaze at the woman. "I think not..." Dark stated awkwardly, not entirely too sure about starting this conversation. While she was more then confident about fighting, body language--things that never change weather deep in the woods or with normal humans--Speech was absolutely not her strong suit, and maybe starting such a conversation wasn't such a great idea.