Post by Greebo on Nov 11, 2019 15:36:14 GMT
"wot have you been doin Gweebo? Yaw all a mess!"
"Well! You should see that Rascal! Corner me in an alley like that, the nerve of it! Ow! That does hurt you know Elsha, I would appreciate a little more delicacy in your care if you could"
"No Gweebo, you cawnt be fighting with the ova cats, is not nice!"
"Honestly, who on earth would let such a vicious and narcissistic thing out on the streets. You know, I saw him chase off The Graham's dog the other day… THE DOG! It's madn- OW! Please Elsha I've already been in fight today""
"I tol you to stay home! Is rainin owtside. An stop cwyin, mam will tell me off again"
It's been some time now since he left home and while he liked to maintain an air of self-confidence, Beranwald had to admit that this life was seeming to be much more difficult that he had imagined when he left. The former life he knew was a shambles and the way of life he was used to seemed almost like a distant memory. He could even feel all that training he had spent years honing slipping away from him, the feline body unable to handle any of his old equipment or even routines.
He left home, citing his father's extremely mild cat allergy as a reason but in truth he just couldn't face looking up at their faces anymore. Literally. They might not be mad at him but he still felt guilt and sitting indoors forever was not something that appealed to him. So he tried to adopt what he could of his old life but was quickly finding out that wasn't such an easy task.
It was a month or so of fumbling about streets and gardens before he managed to "adopt" a friendly enough wagon driver for a few days that got him on the road finally. Part of him felt bad playing peoples good nature but he was equally seeing a side to people he didn't appreciate too much. He also learnt that not everyone should be trusted with his true nature. A few close calls at being caged by the poor and desperate looking for a quick coin had been enough to teach him that. But where he felt someone was genuine he sometimes found it better to open up and talk. Elsha was one such case.
"Your mother would do well to mind out of it. I've seen the way she walks around here, trust me she's not much better than that vile crettin… OW!"
"You stop dat or you can go wyte back owtside! Now sit still…" tapping Beranwald on the nose to tell him off
As much as he complained, Elsha was probably the one who has treated him the best so far. She may be a bit heavy handed but she was doing a surprisingly good job at cleaning up the deep cut on his nose. If only he could get her to actually pronounce her R's, maybe she could stop calling him "Gweebo". She had scooped him up a couple of days after arriving in Daggerford, while he was trying to score himself some lunch from one of the market stalls, taking him home claiming (Correctly) that she found a homeless cat and wanted to take it in. This had of course happened before so Beranwald quietly waited for the opportunity to escape but soon found himself getting comfortable as "the pet cat". The rain had, of course, helped in that decision.
It was about a week after being taken in, he finally confided in Elsha that he could in fact talk. She immediately ran to tell her mother who thankfully, at least for his part, was dismissive enough of her only child as to not believe her. While this suited Beranwald, he disliked the manner in which she spoke to Elsha.
"Fine…. But Elsha, my dear, promise me you will stay away from that beast. No mere creature prowls the streets with a temper like that thing… I have seen many things in my years but I've never seen something so devoid of empathy or fear like that thing"
"Billy is a nice cat and you shood be fwends with him. He always lets me fuss his belly!"
And now that Psychopath had finally caught him, cornering him in an alley and tried to kill him. Luckily he managed to pull together some show of his power and gave Billy a tiny electrical shock before scarpering out of the alleyway with no more than the large cut on his face but he had a feeling that wasn't the last he would see of Billy. That spark may have spooked him but he was sure it was more flash than bang. There once was a time when he could handle bandits and thugs with barely a problem but this new life had put him at a disadvantage he had not yet worked out how to practice these new powers he was developing.
"Friends with that Demon? Have you seen what he did to me!?"
"stop fussing! It's not dat bad"
"yes well, luckily it wasn't this time. Next time who knows! I must find someway to get the upper hand on BILLY"
He knew of course that Billy was, in the grand scheme of things, a very minor problem to be having but before he could even consider setting off again, this was clearly the burden he must overcome. If the rogue-like Tom was proving too much for him, he wouldn't stand a chance out in the world. For now though, he could at least rely on Elsha to look after him while he worked out what on Earth he was meant to be doing. He had been lucky to get this far but he really needed to get a handle on these powers that had started to manifest. The odd magical occurrence was interesting enough, sometimes annoying, but that small spark in the alley had been the only real progress he had managed to actually controlling them so far. It was about time he started to learn some new tricks....
Provided Billy didn't kill him first
"Well! You should see that Rascal! Corner me in an alley like that, the nerve of it! Ow! That does hurt you know Elsha, I would appreciate a little more delicacy in your care if you could"
"No Gweebo, you cawnt be fighting with the ova cats, is not nice!"
"Honestly, who on earth would let such a vicious and narcissistic thing out on the streets. You know, I saw him chase off The Graham's dog the other day… THE DOG! It's madn- OW! Please Elsha I've already been in fight today""
"I tol you to stay home! Is rainin owtside. An stop cwyin, mam will tell me off again"
It's been some time now since he left home and while he liked to maintain an air of self-confidence, Beranwald had to admit that this life was seeming to be much more difficult that he had imagined when he left. The former life he knew was a shambles and the way of life he was used to seemed almost like a distant memory. He could even feel all that training he had spent years honing slipping away from him, the feline body unable to handle any of his old equipment or even routines.
He left home, citing his father's extremely mild cat allergy as a reason but in truth he just couldn't face looking up at their faces anymore. Literally. They might not be mad at him but he still felt guilt and sitting indoors forever was not something that appealed to him. So he tried to adopt what he could of his old life but was quickly finding out that wasn't such an easy task.
It was a month or so of fumbling about streets and gardens before he managed to "adopt" a friendly enough wagon driver for a few days that got him on the road finally. Part of him felt bad playing peoples good nature but he was equally seeing a side to people he didn't appreciate too much. He also learnt that not everyone should be trusted with his true nature. A few close calls at being caged by the poor and desperate looking for a quick coin had been enough to teach him that. But where he felt someone was genuine he sometimes found it better to open up and talk. Elsha was one such case.
"Your mother would do well to mind out of it. I've seen the way she walks around here, trust me she's not much better than that vile crettin… OW!"
"You stop dat or you can go wyte back owtside! Now sit still…" tapping Beranwald on the nose to tell him off
As much as he complained, Elsha was probably the one who has treated him the best so far. She may be a bit heavy handed but she was doing a surprisingly good job at cleaning up the deep cut on his nose. If only he could get her to actually pronounce her R's, maybe she could stop calling him "Gweebo". She had scooped him up a couple of days after arriving in Daggerford, while he was trying to score himself some lunch from one of the market stalls, taking him home claiming (Correctly) that she found a homeless cat and wanted to take it in. This had of course happened before so Beranwald quietly waited for the opportunity to escape but soon found himself getting comfortable as "the pet cat". The rain had, of course, helped in that decision.
It was about a week after being taken in, he finally confided in Elsha that he could in fact talk. She immediately ran to tell her mother who thankfully, at least for his part, was dismissive enough of her only child as to not believe her. While this suited Beranwald, he disliked the manner in which she spoke to Elsha.
"Fine…. But Elsha, my dear, promise me you will stay away from that beast. No mere creature prowls the streets with a temper like that thing… I have seen many things in my years but I've never seen something so devoid of empathy or fear like that thing"
"Billy is a nice cat and you shood be fwends with him. He always lets me fuss his belly!"
And now that Psychopath had finally caught him, cornering him in an alley and tried to kill him. Luckily he managed to pull together some show of his power and gave Billy a tiny electrical shock before scarpering out of the alleyway with no more than the large cut on his face but he had a feeling that wasn't the last he would see of Billy. That spark may have spooked him but he was sure it was more flash than bang. There once was a time when he could handle bandits and thugs with barely a problem but this new life had put him at a disadvantage he had not yet worked out how to practice these new powers he was developing.
"Friends with that Demon? Have you seen what he did to me!?"
"stop fussing! It's not dat bad"
"yes well, luckily it wasn't this time. Next time who knows! I must find someway to get the upper hand on BILLY"
He knew of course that Billy was, in the grand scheme of things, a very minor problem to be having but before he could even consider setting off again, this was clearly the burden he must overcome. If the rogue-like Tom was proving too much for him, he wouldn't stand a chance out in the world. For now though, he could at least rely on Elsha to look after him while he worked out what on Earth he was meant to be doing. He had been lucky to get this far but he really needed to get a handle on these powers that had started to manifest. The odd magical occurrence was interesting enough, sometimes annoying, but that small spark in the alley had been the only real progress he had managed to actually controlling them so far. It was about time he started to learn some new tricks....
Provided Billy didn't kill him first