Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jun 14, 2014 3:36:31 GMT
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It was the Vetr's day off.
And by day off he meant a day being a cat. Being a cat was always more fun than being a human, he'd found: cats were cute. Cats were cuddly. Cats could steal food and get away with it. Cats, overall, had a much better lifestyle than their biped counterparts.
He enjoyed being a cat.
Cedric pranced about the Talon. It was currently anchored in the sky just outside of the Midgardborg, a walkway leading to a Drakonrhedi drakkar, where the usual negotiations were taking place. No one on either side knew of his presence here, and that was how he liked it. The point of being a cat was to be without a care.
That didn't mean he wasn't up to no good. No, Anton had gone to visit someone here. Ced was quite curious, and despite the common adage of curiosity proving fatal to felines, he was determined to forge onward.
Never mind that this could be construed as political subterfuge. Currently, the Armfastrung Clan and Drakonrhedi were in good standing with each other--mostly thanks to the influence of the Fallonkreaths, whom Cedric had apparently judged correctly. And he wasn't in any particular danger of being recognized regardless.
Slipping between two large crates, he darted down a hatch leading to the belly of the ship. Anton had disappeared down here by a different route a little while ago, but by following his infallible pink feline nose, Ced was certain he'd get to the right place.
He was a predator on the hunt, blue pelt rippling over toned muscles like river water. Icy blue eyes trained forward, but his ears swiveled like satellite dishes, picking up each scent. He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled deeply, tasting the air on the roof of his mouth.
There it was: the slight tang of Anton, recognizable from the Tiro's belongings that Cedric had made sure to scent before leaving. That wasn't creepy, neither was the fact that he was currently hunting Anton down. Not at all. This was normal Cedric behavior, at least when it came to keeping track of the safety of his Tiros.
He wasn't sure if Athie was on this ship or not, but he had a gut feeling that the tiniest Fallonkreath was here.<br><br>Ced prowled forward, intent on the chase an-
Was that tuna?
His paws carried him into the kitchen, darting into the kitchen. A chef glanced down at him.
"Mreaaawr."
The cooking lad beamed at him. "Why 'allo there! Aren't you a cute little boy!"
He looked a bit like Vilkas. Probably a Fallonkreath, anyway. There were a bunch of brothers, and who knew how many cousins and the like. The clan was enormous, from what he understood.
Even if things with Athie don't work out, Anton's got plenty more Fallonkreaths to pick from.
He really ought not to be entertaining such thoughts. After all, there was fish nearby.
Ced pawed lightly at the leg of the chef, who chuckled, and with a quick motion of his knife, sliced off a chunk of the meat. Reaching down, he deposited it in front of the cat. The Vetr purred, nuzzling his hand affectionately (earning a happy chuckle) before snapping up his catch and slipping out the doorway.
Where was he? Ced licked the tuna off of his whiskers as he pondered for a moment. Oh, right. Trying to find Anton.
With a satisfied yawn and stretch, he sauntered off again, on the trail of his elusive blue-haired Tiro. It wasn't like either of the two would be expecting a cat, so he was perfectly inconspicuous. Foolproof. It wasn't like they could do anything to him, right?
He had this under control.
And by day off he meant a day being a cat. Being a cat was always more fun than being a human, he'd found: cats were cute. Cats were cuddly. Cats could steal food and get away with it. Cats, overall, had a much better lifestyle than their biped counterparts.
He enjoyed being a cat.
Cedric pranced about the Talon. It was currently anchored in the sky just outside of the Midgardborg, a walkway leading to a Drakonrhedi drakkar, where the usual negotiations were taking place. No one on either side knew of his presence here, and that was how he liked it. The point of being a cat was to be without a care.
That didn't mean he wasn't up to no good. No, Anton had gone to visit someone here. Ced was quite curious, and despite the common adage of curiosity proving fatal to felines, he was determined to forge onward.
Never mind that this could be construed as political subterfuge. Currently, the Armfastrung Clan and Drakonrhedi were in good standing with each other--mostly thanks to the influence of the Fallonkreaths, whom Cedric had apparently judged correctly. And he wasn't in any particular danger of being recognized regardless.
Slipping between two large crates, he darted down a hatch leading to the belly of the ship. Anton had disappeared down here by a different route a little while ago, but by following his infallible pink feline nose, Ced was certain he'd get to the right place.
He was a predator on the hunt, blue pelt rippling over toned muscles like river water. Icy blue eyes trained forward, but his ears swiveled like satellite dishes, picking up each scent. He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled deeply, tasting the air on the roof of his mouth.
There it was: the slight tang of Anton, recognizable from the Tiro's belongings that Cedric had made sure to scent before leaving. That wasn't creepy, neither was the fact that he was currently hunting Anton down. Not at all. This was normal Cedric behavior, at least when it came to keeping track of the safety of his Tiros.
He wasn't sure if Athie was on this ship or not, but he had a gut feeling that the tiniest Fallonkreath was here.<br><br>Ced prowled forward, intent on the chase an-
Was that tuna?
His paws carried him into the kitchen, darting into the kitchen. A chef glanced down at him.
"Mreaaawr."
The cooking lad beamed at him. "Why 'allo there! Aren't you a cute little boy!"
He looked a bit like Vilkas. Probably a Fallonkreath, anyway. There were a bunch of brothers, and who knew how many cousins and the like. The clan was enormous, from what he understood.
Even if things with Athie don't work out, Anton's got plenty more Fallonkreaths to pick from.
He really ought not to be entertaining such thoughts. After all, there was fish nearby.
Ced pawed lightly at the leg of the chef, who chuckled, and with a quick motion of his knife, sliced off a chunk of the meat. Reaching down, he deposited it in front of the cat. The Vetr purred, nuzzling his hand affectionately (earning a happy chuckle) before snapping up his catch and slipping out the doorway.
Where was he? Ced licked the tuna off of his whiskers as he pondered for a moment. Oh, right. Trying to find Anton.
With a satisfied yawn and stretch, he sauntered off again, on the trail of his elusive blue-haired Tiro. It wasn't like either of the two would be expecting a cat, so he was perfectly inconspicuous. Foolproof. It wasn't like they could do anything to him, right?
He had this under control.
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Notes: Athuraadd Fallonkreath Anton Nystrom
meow mewoMEOW
Inspiration: haha what
Notes: Athuraadd Fallonkreath Anton Nystrom