Post by duckyaisha on Jul 18, 2010 20:16:24 GMT -5
"Well, if you don't really want to change your names, I'm not going to force you to. I just wanted a way to thank you, and perhaps allowing you to be called by a more positive name would make you happier. I can see why you would want to keep your name too, though, to remember your-" her words were cut off as her eyes widened and she slammed down onto the ground, staring blankly at the wall in front of her but not really seeing it. It was as if the world around her didn't exist. In fact, when she later tried to think back to that moment, she couldn't remember seeing anything.
The Other pushed at its boundaries, straining at the barriers that held it back, as Rainstripe, blissfully unaware, focused intently on the idea forming in her mind. It could not let this happen, no, it couldn't let her come up with another way to defeat it, one that might actually work. But what exactly was she planning? Struggling to access her thoughts through the mental barriers she had erected, it could only catch vague glimpses, but even that was enough to prove that this 'new idea' was just as moronic as all the others. Nothing to worry about.
"-parents." she breathed as her revelation slowly dawned on her. It was pretty simple actually, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before. It tied in with the theme of kits they had been talking about earlier, but it was much different. Instead of spending time with other cats' kits, she could raise her own. After all, nothing was stronger than a mother's instinctive love for her kits. There was no way the Other could be stronger than that, right? If it was that powerful, she would've done something more violent than rat mauling by now.
There were some kinks in this plan, which was anything but well thought-out she had to admit. First of all, no one was willing to have kits with her in the first place, and secondly, she would be putting those potential kits' lives in jeopardy. The Other was incredibly unpredictable, and if she killed those kits under its control, or even harmed them, her mental health would be shattered beyond repair.
But, like Frozenheart had pointed out, they had exhausted all other options. And she was so sick and tired of this... this thing living in her head, feeding off her negative emotions like a parasite, twisting her mind and bending her to its will. She couldn't take another day of sharing a mind with the most disgusting, horrific creature she had ever encountered. She didn't want to be handicapped by its rage, she didn't want to have to fight for control. She was sick, sick, sick of not living her own life.
"Kits! I need kits! And then....and then it'll be a solution!" She was aware that her glorious idea sounded like little more than deranged rambling, but she could explain. Already she was imagining life without the Other, her life, not its. Her life, where she was free to actually take two steps in a different direction without feeling pain mentally and physically, where she could hunt without mauling her prey. Even such basic things as communicating without feeling hostile towards every cat she met seemed like a dream come true for a she-cat who had, for so long, been living in a nightmare.
The Other pushed at its boundaries, straining at the barriers that held it back, as Rainstripe, blissfully unaware, focused intently on the idea forming in her mind. It could not let this happen, no, it couldn't let her come up with another way to defeat it, one that might actually work. But what exactly was she planning? Struggling to access her thoughts through the mental barriers she had erected, it could only catch vague glimpses, but even that was enough to prove that this 'new idea' was just as moronic as all the others. Nothing to worry about.
"-parents." she breathed as her revelation slowly dawned on her. It was pretty simple actually, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before. It tied in with the theme of kits they had been talking about earlier, but it was much different. Instead of spending time with other cats' kits, she could raise her own. After all, nothing was stronger than a mother's instinctive love for her kits. There was no way the Other could be stronger than that, right? If it was that powerful, she would've done something more violent than rat mauling by now.
There were some kinks in this plan, which was anything but well thought-out she had to admit. First of all, no one was willing to have kits with her in the first place, and secondly, she would be putting those potential kits' lives in jeopardy. The Other was incredibly unpredictable, and if she killed those kits under its control, or even harmed them, her mental health would be shattered beyond repair.
But, like Frozenheart had pointed out, they had exhausted all other options. And she was so sick and tired of this... this thing living in her head, feeding off her negative emotions like a parasite, twisting her mind and bending her to its will. She couldn't take another day of sharing a mind with the most disgusting, horrific creature she had ever encountered. She didn't want to be handicapped by its rage, she didn't want to have to fight for control. She was sick, sick, sick of not living her own life.
"Kits! I need kits! And then....and then it'll be a solution!" She was aware that her glorious idea sounded like little more than deranged rambling, but she could explain. Already she was imagining life without the Other, her life, not its. Her life, where she was free to actually take two steps in a different direction without feeling pain mentally and physically, where she could hunt without mauling her prey. Even such basic things as communicating without feeling hostile towards every cat she met seemed like a dream come true for a she-cat who had, for so long, been living in a nightmare.
