Post by El Cuervo on Dec 7, 2016 22:09:33 GMT
The rain fell gently on the streets as people bustled to and from their daily activities. Even as the rainfall waxed and waned throughout the afternoon, it did little to stop the on goings of the city; people still needed to buy what they needed to buy for the day or for the week, still needed to eat at the restaurants and cafés that they ate at every few days, still needed to grab the postage, or go to a friend's house, or do whatever it was that city folk did on a regular basis. The city stood still for nothing, not even the rain....well, most of the city anyways. A few of them sat on the curbs, jingling a mug or a can for change; a few of them waited for a bus, or at the corner for the traffic light to give them the signal to cross, but those were normal processes of the city--everyday occurrences that contributed to the allure and the illusion of the city.
For one particular soul, it was a difficult adjustment to live in her current condition; not only to the rigorous city schedule, but to the formalities and intricacies of human life and culture in general. More often than not, she would just wander around the streets, taking in everything with a sense of awe and apprehension; the need for money was something she had never experienced before, and it was difficult for her to process human concepts such as "employment" and "individualism"; in her previous lifestyle, it had largely been a communal experience: the clan or tribe took care of its members, and vice-versa. In her first few days of adjusting to human-hood, and even now, she struggled with the level of culture shock and change she was having to adjust to all at once....now, one might wonder what might cause such a drastic change in form and lifestyle. In another world, a different dimension altogether from the world she was now experiencing, this young woman had been a cat--quite a pretty one, at that--and one with quite a few emotional problems in her past. About a month ago, she had been the victim of an unwanted change of setting; she had no idea what, or whom, had done it, but they had not only taken her away from the world which she knew, but had also taken away a significant part of her identity up until that point. Regardless of whether it was an accident or on purpose, that much was difficult to swallow....
She leaned against a tree in the park, listening to the rain fall on the leaves and onto the grass and the concrete. Despite what most thought of the kind of weather, she had found some small comfort in it back home in her beloved forests and clan grounds; here there was none to be had, for even the rainfall took on a mechanical and offensive sound to the ear and a prickly feel to the touch. Dressed in a set of grey cargo pants, and a t-shirt hidden under a jacket, she looked like a fairly normal human being; her only distinctive marking was the streak of red hair that went down the right side of her face. One might wonder why she might spend her time out in the rain instead of inside; the simple answer was that she had nowhere to be, and nowhere to go even if she wanted to be somewhere else. She hummed a small tune to herself; she didn't know where she had heard it, or why it was stuck in her head, but it sounded pleasant enough to the ear not to bother her....
For one particular soul, it was a difficult adjustment to live in her current condition; not only to the rigorous city schedule, but to the formalities and intricacies of human life and culture in general. More often than not, she would just wander around the streets, taking in everything with a sense of awe and apprehension; the need for money was something she had never experienced before, and it was difficult for her to process human concepts such as "employment" and "individualism"; in her previous lifestyle, it had largely been a communal experience: the clan or tribe took care of its members, and vice-versa. In her first few days of adjusting to human-hood, and even now, she struggled with the level of culture shock and change she was having to adjust to all at once....now, one might wonder what might cause such a drastic change in form and lifestyle. In another world, a different dimension altogether from the world she was now experiencing, this young woman had been a cat--quite a pretty one, at that--and one with quite a few emotional problems in her past. About a month ago, she had been the victim of an unwanted change of setting; she had no idea what, or whom, had done it, but they had not only taken her away from the world which she knew, but had also taken away a significant part of her identity up until that point. Regardless of whether it was an accident or on purpose, that much was difficult to swallow....
She leaned against a tree in the park, listening to the rain fall on the leaves and onto the grass and the concrete. Despite what most thought of the kind of weather, she had found some small comfort in it back home in her beloved forests and clan grounds; here there was none to be had, for even the rainfall took on a mechanical and offensive sound to the ear and a prickly feel to the touch. Dressed in a set of grey cargo pants, and a t-shirt hidden under a jacket, she looked like a fairly normal human being; her only distinctive marking was the streak of red hair that went down the right side of her face. One might wonder why she might spend her time out in the rain instead of inside; the simple answer was that she had nowhere to be, and nowhere to go even if she wanted to be somewhere else. She hummed a small tune to herself; she didn't know where she had heard it, or why it was stuck in her head, but it sounded pleasant enough to the ear not to bother her....
