- Jul 9, 2022
- 14
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He'd lived through eight seasons, and it had all led up to this moment. A life spent behind walls, only catching glimpses of what the world had to offer through windows, was not for Jenko. It was as if his owners instinctively knew that if they dared to open the doors for him, that would be the last time they laid their eyes on him. And they were right.
One clumsy mistake is all that it took. The front door cracked a heartbeat too long. Jenko seizes the opportunity without hesitation. The Siamese darts between the twoleg's feet, ignoring the startled shout from the furless idiot. And immediately, he's overwhelmed. The scents, the sounds, the breeze ruffling his fur and the grass tickling his paws; it bombards senses dulled by moons upon moons of confinement. It's thrilling and nerve-wracking, a dangerous concoction stirring within him. But he does not regret his decision.
With or without her, he'd told himself. However, he could not deny the relief upon realizing that Lacey had followed him. With her, he acknowledges with a smile.
The twoleg sprints after them, chasing them through gardens and across streets. But it doesn't take long for the siblings to lose the twoleg completely. It always was a stupid, clumsy oaf, after all.
They wander through the Twolegplace, and once the streets end and the houses fade, they continue through the wilderness. Completely untouched, untainted by foolish twolegs. Jenko cannot help but to stop and sniff at every plant, every tree, every track left by animals big and small. It is amazing, more brilliant than he'd ever imagined. But he would not be content in stopping until they're far away from the cursed Twolegplace.
And he does not stop until the sun begins to set. Forests fade into plains. The horizon is stained crimson, painting the moorlands they've found themselves in. Jenko stands at the top of a hill, misaligned eyes wide with awe. The wind disturbs the noisy collar his neck is trapped in, the bell's incessant ringing bringing a spark of irritation. Stupid. His ears flatten against the discordant noise. He wants to claw them until the ringing stops. Too much. It's already too much. He does not want this fucking ringing in his ears, reverberating in his overstimulated mind.
Silhouttes of cats appear over a nearby hill. Jenko stares at them, his head tilting to better focus his vision. They draw closer, but Jenko does not move. He stands, unblinking, waiting for them. Once they're within a few fox-lengths, the blue point goes to speak. "You," is all that he says before his throat tightens. Everything is still too overwhelming for him to speak properly. Fucking bell. He would only blame the bell, and not the rustling of the grass nor the sun glaring in his eyes. He wants those, has wanted them for his entire life. He does not want this damn bell.
[ @LACEY feel free to post before! ]
One clumsy mistake is all that it took. The front door cracked a heartbeat too long. Jenko seizes the opportunity without hesitation. The Siamese darts between the twoleg's feet, ignoring the startled shout from the furless idiot. And immediately, he's overwhelmed. The scents, the sounds, the breeze ruffling his fur and the grass tickling his paws; it bombards senses dulled by moons upon moons of confinement. It's thrilling and nerve-wracking, a dangerous concoction stirring within him. But he does not regret his decision.
With or without her, he'd told himself. However, he could not deny the relief upon realizing that Lacey had followed him. With her, he acknowledges with a smile.
The twoleg sprints after them, chasing them through gardens and across streets. But it doesn't take long for the siblings to lose the twoleg completely. It always was a stupid, clumsy oaf, after all.
They wander through the Twolegplace, and once the streets end and the houses fade, they continue through the wilderness. Completely untouched, untainted by foolish twolegs. Jenko cannot help but to stop and sniff at every plant, every tree, every track left by animals big and small. It is amazing, more brilliant than he'd ever imagined. But he would not be content in stopping until they're far away from the cursed Twolegplace.
And he does not stop until the sun begins to set. Forests fade into plains. The horizon is stained crimson, painting the moorlands they've found themselves in. Jenko stands at the top of a hill, misaligned eyes wide with awe. The wind disturbs the noisy collar his neck is trapped in, the bell's incessant ringing bringing a spark of irritation. Stupid. His ears flatten against the discordant noise. He wants to claw them until the ringing stops. Too much. It's already too much. He does not want this fucking ringing in his ears, reverberating in his overstimulated mind.
Silhouttes of cats appear over a nearby hill. Jenko stares at them, his head tilting to better focus his vision. They draw closer, but Jenko does not move. He stands, unblinking, waiting for them. Once they're within a few fox-lengths, the blue point goes to speak. "You," is all that he says before his throat tightens. Everything is still too overwhelming for him to speak properly. Fucking bell. He would only blame the bell, and not the rustling of the grass nor the sun glaring in his eyes. He wants those, has wanted them for his entire life. He does not want this damn bell.
[ @LACEY feel free to post before! ]