Today is of the Cycle Of The Seventh Moon.
Current Season & Month:  , Year: 543 A.R. (ref)

🏛️Central Building ...
 
Share:
Notifications
Clear all

🏛️Central Building - Institute (Upper-Level) [Winkelstith Polytechnic]

Page 1 / 2

Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  
Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute [SHAARN Anthos]

Shaarn Anthos

[Mintha Square]

From:  CRAFTSMAN QUARTER

╺ ✽ ╸

Baron K.V. Winkelstith

Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science

CENTRAL BUILDING

upper-level

"Aut viam inveniam aut faciam"

("I shall either find a way or make one")


[Access to:]

Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science


Sitting on a prime piece of real estate in the heart of Craftsman Quarter in the center of Mintha Square, is the Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science.  It is a stately building constructed in a neo-classical style, with grand, architectural flourishes that lends it an air of prestige.  By far, the building's most distinguishing feature is the row of four decorative statues that stand proudly atop the roof and overlook the front entrance.  The statues make the building distinct and easy to identify from almost any point in Shaarn Anthos, making it one of the most recognizable landmarks in the city.  

The presence and prestige of the Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science, reflects the preeminence and importance of the man for whom the building is named: the esteemed Baron Karmen V. Winkelstith.
 
Baron K.V. Winkelstith is a gnome of consequence and high standing in the whole of Shaarn.  He is a Master Craftsman and innovator, who  commands the utmost respect and is held in the highest regard by his peers in his field. 
 
Spoiler
Baron Karmen V. Winkelstith: Achievements, Accolades, & Philanthropy

Baron KV Winkelstith (Shaarn)
 
Winkelstith wields great power and influence in Shaarn, and is renowned for both his innovation and master craftsmanship in the blended fields of medical biomechanics and surgical engineering.  He is recognized for his ingenuity in the study of biomechanical limb replacement, and is responsible for many breakthroughs in the field which seamlessly blends science, magic, and surgical operations to extraordinary results.  To date, his magnum opus is a procedure that fit a pinioned Aeros with a set of biomechanical wings, successfully restoring their power of flight.
 
The procedure with the Aeros put Winkelstith on the map.  The surgery was considered such a mind-blowing success, that both apprentices endeavoring to earn their master certification in the field of biomechanical craftwork, and expert chirgens (surgeons) seeking to advance and/or refine their skills travel to Shaarn from all across the worlde for the chance to observe and learn directly from the Master Craftsman at the Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science.
 
In addition to his ingenuity and master craftwork in medical biomechanics, Winkelstith has built up a sterling reputation throughout Shaarn due to his many philanthropic endeavors.  He is responsible for funding many small think tanks in both the medical and scientific fields, and has donated large amounts to both Shaarn Anthos and Nalos to ensure that the city remains on the cutting edge of technological advancements.  

 

Most would cite Winkelstith's philanthropic work with the poor and disadvantaged, as the true reason why the Master Craftsman is so venerated by the people of Shaarn.  He is celebrated for his generosity towards those who have been maimed or have suffered the loss of a limb, and lack the financial means to restore their quality of life.  He has performed innumerable life-changing procedures for these people, though his focus on aiding orphaned children and destitute youths is particularly noteworthy.  Suffice it to say, many lives have been altered irrevocably at the Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science
 
Despite the institute's traditional, neo-classical exterior, the interior facilities are exceedingly modern and filled with state-of-the-art technology. The sub-level surgery suite, however, has a distinctly Gothic feel.  Some have likened it to something straight out of a Mary Shelley novel, but despite its Gothic appearance, everything in the sub-level operating theater is on the bleeding edge of magic and technology. 
 
 
The sub-levels are closed to everyone except those to whom Winkelstith has granted access.
 
 
The main lobby and the ground floor labs inside of the institute are occasionally open to the public, but usually it is not.  Most of the time, it is closed to everyone except for those who have journeyed to study under Winkelstith.
 
For those rare occasions the institute is open to public viewing, Winkelstith has hired dedicated staff to answer questions and take people on highly curated, guided tours through the public-accessible areas of the building. 
 

╺ ✽ ╸
 
Baron K.V. Winkelstitch Polytechnic Institute
INTERIOR
 
 
Spoiler
Advanced Technology (ground floor)

BaronPrivateHospital [SHAARN Anthos] v3

Spoiler
Research Division (ground floor)

UtcRAoBwp m5OZZWROSJ3HrlW8VyVmfaawpbK5bQGVE

Spoiler
Surgical Recovery Ward (ground level)
 

recoveryward

 

Spoiler
Medical Scientific Research Lab (ground level)

Medical Scientific Research [SHAARN Nalos]

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


NoOne liked
Quote
NoOne
(@noone)
Citizen Citizen
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 677
 

Picnic and ZyrrKrr

From: The Hotel de Glace

The great golem had been a docile follower of the contingent of ZyrrKrr whilst they made their way to the offices of the renowned Gnomish craftsman. 

The Baron and his assistant were well known to the Dwarven defenders of Shaarn. More than one of them sported prosthesis or carried weapons fashioned in the institute, some by the Baron, himself. Because of their close relationship, the rowdy half-drunken contingent of dwarves (not necessarily a rarity even when on official business), were escorted directly to Winklestith’s office without preamble.

The Baron, a balding gnome of average stature--quite a bit smaller than the ZyrrKrr warriors--acknowledged them from the overstuffed armchair behind his enormous desk. He stood upon the desk in order to exchange greetings with the boisterous dwarves, before settling back to hear their request. 

Repairing an Aeros wing is no small endeavor, even for myself. It will require all my skill, as well as those of my top chirgen and hours, nay, days of intensive surgery.” Winklestith warned in his high, reedy voice. 

At the gnome’s behest Picnic unfolded his weapon-wing. For weeks now, he had kept Miiya’s amputated wingtip safe beneath his bladed fin. As the gnome picked up the feathered limb and examined it, the golem was pleased that its efforts had not been for naught. 

It has been some weeks since this injury, yes?” Baron Winklestith correctly postulated. “Then I must make haste if the patient is to fly again. “The longer before the surgery, the more danger to the girl.

The gnome revealed that there would be no small amount of risk involved. He had only crafted two prosthetic wings, and only one of the patients--his first and a double-amputee--had survived. The second had died in surgery. “I have retained his prosthesis, which is fortunate. I can quickly resize and rework it, based on the girl’s wing.” Winklestith said. “But--yew are a golem of Blue Ash. I am familiar with this substance. The chance of a successful surgery is greatly increased if I can use some of your essence in the prosthesis.” He pointed to the golem’s fin. “That limb, which you kept folded over the wing, would be ideal if your master is willing to part with it.” 

Picnic barely had to think upon his answer. “I am my own master. I am willing, if it gives my friend a chance to fly again.” He thundered.

Winklestith steepled his fingers. “Excellent. I will clear my schedule and begin the process immediately. There is only one more item to address.” He looked now to the dwarves. “A flying prosthesis is a masterwork of fine metals and magick. What payment do you propose as compensation for my efforts?

To: ZyrrKrr to the Hotel de Glace after negotiations

 Picnic remains.


ReplyQuote
NoOne
(@noone)
Citizen Citizen
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 677
 

Baron Karmen Von Winklestith 

The Baron was in the habit of striking while the iron was hot. True, he had a full schedule and would never--under normal circumstances--consider pausing his machinations at Council or in his business for a charity case such as this, but his ZyrrKrr allies had brought him an enormous windfall. 

The Drow ambassador had long been making noises about opening a new trade route between Sharnn and Botherel, but in the last few months she seemed to have reached a decision point. The council had all been jockeying for the premier position of being the one to close the deal with the nation of coalskins. Winklestith had been seeking some sort of edge over his opponents, and had--in his research--taken note of the movement of a certain treasured drow artefact. It was pure serendipity that the Draegolth’s Claw now seemed set to essentially fall into his lap. What better way to secure the trade route--and earn his own businesses and those of his friends associated construction and oversight contracts--than to deliver the treasured artifact back to its rightful owners?

Even though the Baron paid for a security detail of ZyrrKrr guards, that did not mean that the Dwarves owed him anything; rather only that they had given him first dibs on The Claw. He would have to act quickly and decisively to deliver the promised prosthesis. The dwarves were no fools--even their warrior class had knowledge of mechanics and materials. A substandard wingtip would not pass muster and might lose him The Claw to a rival noble. 

Fortunately, the Baron was in possession of a prototype much improved from those he had manufactured for The Pirate Blackwing. He had attempted to install the prosthesis on the daughter of one of the Aeros Council of Clans, with the promise that it would feel indistinguishable from the original wingtip--unlike the clunky mechanical replacements he had built for Blackwing. Unfortunately, the noblewoman’s daughter had not survived the surgery and that had soured relations between Sharnn and the Aeros of Aerie.

An autopsy had revealed that the Baron had been too aggressive in trying to mate metal to nerve, and use Aeros blood to power the mechanisms of the wing. The organic and inorganic materials were simply too different to truly intermingle--even by magick. An intermediary step was required. 

Inspecting the golem of Blue Ash standing silently in his workshop, Winklestith knew he had found the perfect material to complete his masterwork. The essence of the automaton would be perfect for powering the wing. Furthermore, it would only be a matter of hours to replace the blood-magick-driven mechanisms with magically-refined Blue Ash. This was all very good, for the sooner he installed this Aeros’s new wing, the sooner he would come into possession of The Claw.

So, my imposing friend, are yew ready to begin?” Baron Winklestith put the question to Picnic, holding up the large diamond-tipped saw that would be necessary to remove the golem’s fin. 


ReplyQuote
NoOne
(@noone)
Citizen Citizen
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 677
 

Picnic

The enormous drow war machine had comparatively-little time to decide upon the tiny gnome’s offer. Losing a fin might mean that it would never swim again; something it had discovered it was built to do, and an activity in which it found great pleasure. Yet, without Miiya, it was likely Picnic would have never have experienced what it was to swim, or fly. The girl’s sorrow-tinged dreams of flying, from when she had slept beneath the golem, were one of Picnic’s most treasured memories. Further, Miiya was Picnic’s oldest and best friend. 

This meant that the golem had prioritized reaching an answer above all else. “Yes.” It was not ready to lose the ability to swim, but it would do so for its friend. 

Picnic was not created with pain receptors. Its crystal carapace was exceptionally resilient and tough. It could not be damaged by accident, and it took Winklestith and his assistants all their strength and skill to cut and refine it. 

Though Picnic could not feel pain, could not really understand the concept of pain--as its great bladed fin was removed--the golem learned the meaning of loss.


ReplyQuote
NoOne
(@noone)
Citizen Citizen
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 677
 
Plumbert (Barons Assistant)

Apprentice Craftsman:

Plumbert L. Gardensorrel

It had been a long and difficult evening--for the Baron’s apprentice. Though the wing was a masterwork and required a delicate and learned touch, Plumbert was more than up to the task, being at the level of master tinkerer, himself. The younger and more vivacious gnome had spent the night grinding, refining, and installing veins of Blue Ash in the prosthetic wing. Plumbert had a knack nearly identical and--as the assistants sometimes observed in whispers--more precise and powerful than Winklestith’s. The reconditioned prosthesis was completed by the exhausted Mister Gardensorrel by the following morning, along with some modifications and improvements of his own.


ReplyQuote
NoOne
(@noone)
Citizen Citizen
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 677
 
Baron KV Winkelstith (Shaarn)

Baron Karmen Von Winklestith 

Keh! This is a waste of good material!” Winklestith berated his apprentice, running a finger down a blue-ash leading-edge blade on the wingtip. “Yew should have stuck to my original design!” The Baron’s finger came away with a thin white line, despite his light touch, that soon beaded with blood. 

“I thought that, and the stringers would, well…” Plumbert stammered. “...help her keep from losing the wingtip again.” He said the next part almost too quietly to hear. “I accounted for the aerodynamics in the weighting and ...it lights up, too.” 

I’m quite sure the pain of the surgery will be more than enough to remind this young lady not to go getting her wing broken, again.” The baron sniffed. “Well, there’s nothing for it but to leave it as-is, since you changed the entire ballasting. I’ll expect better next time. This is a precious resource, and you should not go wasting it on unnecessary enhancements for charity cases.”

Plumbert, eyes downcast, frowned at the Baron’s words. Wasn’t this wing being paid for by The Dragoleth’s Claw? Yesterday, when he had assigned his assistant to work on the wing, Winklestith had insisted he take care not to foul-up this important deal. Plumbert was troubled by The Baron now referring to the Aeros as one of his charity cases.

“The Cirgen will be here soon, and the Blue Ash will begin to decay without life force to sustain it. Go fetch and prepare the girl.” Winklestith demanded. “You’ll find her at the Hotel de Glace.”

“Yes, master,” said Plumbert, and set out.

Plumbert To: The Hotel de Glace

 


ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  

TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

╺ ✽ ╸ 

“In order to realize the worth of the anchor we need to feel the stress of the storm.” 

–  Corrie Ten Boom


[OOC: from Shaarn Anthos: Hotel de Glace - GROUND FLOOR]

 

What do you mean, 'I can’t see herrr' ?” Tom-Cat snarled to the prim little gnome who met him and the pair of ZzyrKrr at the front door of the Institute.  “I was prrromised that nothing would happen without me therrre with herrr,” he hissed, feeling his fangs sharpen and his pupils lengthen into feral slits as he glared down at the little gnome.  Even the ZzyrKrr with him started to make a fuss, demanding to know where the Baron was and that this wasn’t what his assistant had promised.  

As the two Dwarves argued with the gnome, Miggs Mapps, the catling took a moment to glance  about the spacious lobby.  He noted that the interior of the Institute seemed to match the grandeur of the exterior, with sweeping vertical spaces, modern technology, and a clean, almost minimalist decor.  Tom-Cat had long ago learned that it was usually the most beautiful facades that hid the blackest rot, and the obvious extravagance conveyed by The Baron K.V. Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute of Medical Science set his teeth on edge.  There was something impersonal and almost clinical about the whole establishment that had his back up the minute he’d set eyes on the place, and it was all he could do to keep from going claws out at every single person who stood between him and Miiya, whom he could feel  somewhere nearby—so achingly close

Now that they were so near to one another, he could feel his Teleskela's  anxiousness as surely as if she were standing right next to him.   Tom-Cat automatically reached out through the bond and sought to soothe her anxiety, even as his tail lashed violently with his own agitation at being denied access to his bondmate.  Without warning, the growl vibrating within the catling’s chest shivered up his throat and reverberated loudly through the air, instantly cutting across the argument between Miggs and the two ZzyrKrr, silencing both parties.  

Tom-Cat pinned the diminutive Miggs Mapps with a feral-slitted gaze, his yellow-gold eyes practically incandescent with anger.  “Take me to my Teleskela, now,” he growled in a low and dangerous purr.  “Orrr  I will find herrr  myself.”  So saying, the catling shouldered the bag he’d brought for himself and Miiya and pushed past the far shorter gnome into the Institute’s lobby.  The only indication he gave that he even heard or acknowledged Miggs’ indignant sputtering, was a laconic flick of a grey-furred ear.  Before Miggs could scramble in front of him, however, a somewhat soft, timid voice interrupted.

Um, i-it’s alright, Mr. Mapps,” said a young-ish gnome that hurried over to them.  “I’ll take it from here.  T-the Baron said he’s allowed to be present for the girl’s surgery.

Miggs looked about to argue, but then abruptly snapped his mouth shut and gave the other gnome a curt nod.  “Fine then, Gardensorrel,” he sniffed.  “See to it that…this one doesn’t wander and interrupt my work.”  With that, the gnome Miggs Mapps swept off with a kind of hauteur he surely hadn’t earned.  Tom-Cat bared his teeth at the gnome’s back, but swallowed any retort he might have had at being referred to as, ‘this one’.  Instead, he peered at the newcomer with a rather too-intense, discomfiting gaze, his lambent yellow eyes too-focused and unblinking.  Gardensorrel felt the heaviness of the catling’s gaze like a mouse under the dead weight of a cat’s paw, and he looked away quickly.  It took him a moment to find his voice.

You, ah, you must be Tom, right?” he asked a little nervously, though a part of him was almost elated to see that this  was who the girl was waiting for.  He could tell that this one  would and could protect her from….well, he would protect her, no matter what.  With that in mind, it was with more confidence that Gardensorrel said, “She’s this way.  I’ll bring you to her.  You two should have a little time together before the Baron will be ready to begin the surgery.

Tom-Cat turned and quietly thanked the pair of ZzyrKrr who escorted him to the Institute and then followed Gardensorrel to the Private Surgery Suite underground.

 

[OOC: to the Winkelstith Institute -- Private Surgery Suite]

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Irihi liked
ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  
recoveryroom (Miiya)

A Private Recovery Suite 

(Institute - Upper Level)

╺ ✽ ╸ 

TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

╺ ✽ ╸ 

My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget. 

Oscar Wilde


[OOC: Tom-Cat & Miiya fr. The Private Surgery Suite Institute (Sub-Level) ]

 

Given his history, given all the life that Tom-Cat has lived compressed into half that amount of time, it was often easy to forget that the catling was much younger than was conveyed by his bearing, appearance, and training. 

Just because he knew how to precisely snap a man’s neck quickly and efficiently, didn’t mean he knew how to manage the complexities of suddenly having a bondmate.  Knowing how to body someone with his fists did not prepare him for navigating the intense and all-consuming emotions that go hand-in-hand with falling in love for the first time.  Being shoved off a multi-level tower by his own Father certainly didn’t provide him with the knowledge of how to  support his bondmate through one of the most consequential events of their life, or how to parse the complicated hash of emotions stewing in the aftermath—both his own and through the bond.

In truth, Tom-Cat doesn’t really know what he’s feeling in the quiet aftermath of the surgery’s success.  There’s a lot of complicated emotions seething through the bond, strained and heightened by a deeply-entrenched latticework of exhaustion woven into their very bones.  Above all else, the catling felt a pervading sense of relief  that Miiya was no longer in danger, that there was no longer anything actively hurting her and causing her anguish that he’s helpless to do anything about.  Because it wasn’t Miiya’s pain and anxiety reflected through the bond that had nearly broken him; it was his sense of powerlessness and the utter inadequacy he'd felt when he couldn’t ease her distress.  Tom-Cat couldn’t shake the idea that a good  bondmate should have would have been able to soothe her in every way in which he’d been unable, and that he'd been unable (to calm her) due to some lack on his part.   

 

You’re already a worthless little whore.  Why wouldn’t you be a worthless, useless mate, too?

 

And that sharpened sense of worthlessness highlighted a little splinter of doubt, just a small, unfounded thought he had and couldn’t banish like an unscratchable itch in the back of his brain: what if she didn’t need want him anymore, now that she’d been made whole and regained her sky?  

Tom-Cat felt guilty for even thinking it.   Yet all the same, he couldn’t rid himself of that single, groundless idea.  It made him feel like the biggest bir kurve, because he truly did want Miiya to have her sky.  The catling knew  that the Aeros had to fly—no if’s, and’s, or but’s.  Tom-Cat knew in his bones that Miiya would waste away if she never flew again.  He knows this.  And even so, the idea stuck in his mind, no more than a paper-thin splinter of a baseless thought driven by exhaustion and his uncertainty driven by their damaged (albeit healing) bond.

All of it, his keen sense of uselessness, of weakness, and his guilt over that one, unfounded thought, stayed with him even as he sat and waited for Miiya to come around immediately following the end of the surgery.  It stayed with him like a lead weight sitting in the bottom of his stomach, as he collected their overnight bag and wheeled her through the winding corridors that brought them from the sublevel operating theater to the ground-level recovery suite.  It lurked beneath the surface of his thoughts even as he asked Winkelstith’s assistant various questions about Miiya’s recovery, and listened to Plumbert’s instructions as the tired-looking gnome examined her prosthesis one last time.  And as Tom-Cat lifted Miiya in his arms and prepared to settle her into the seriously comfortable-looking bed, it gave him pause when Plumbert asked if he’d be staying with her through the night.

Every single part of him unquestionably wanted to stay by her side, but that lingering sense of uselessness, that feeling that he was an inadequate mate, all tinged with a feeling of misplaced guilt, made his affirmation jam fast in his throat.  Tom-Cat didn’t look at Miiya as he felt his ears flatten and his tail wrap around his leg out of some self-perceived sense of shame.  He swallowed painfully around the shape of the words he desperately wanted to say, but denied anyway.

My Teleskela needs rrrest,” he ventured at length, his voice quiet and exhausted.  “I’ll make surrre she’s settled beforrre…” Tom-Cat trailed off, ignoring the sharp ache in his chest as the bond (and everything within him) protested.  “I don’t want my prrresence to disrrrupt herrr sleep,” he said finally, trying not to sound too miserable about it.  

Despite the emotions rioting within his chest, Tom-Cat couldn’t help the genuine, albeit tired smile that brightened his expression when he looked down at the Aeros cradled in his arms.  “Don’t worrrrrry, Teleskela,” he assured as he turned towards the bed.   “I’ll make surrre you’rrre all tucked in” 

He didn’t finish the thought.

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Duilliath and NoOne liked
ReplyQuote
Irihi
(@irihi)
Villainess Noble
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 903
 

Miiya

The Aeros girl had only energy for one emotion at a time, and the one that appeared in her chestnut-brown eyes was worry. “Where are yew going?” Miiya had been just about to pass out in Tom-Cat’s arms as he transferred her from wheelchair to bed, but now she rallied enough to get a hand around one of his wrists. What little strength was left in the girl she directed to making her grip one of iron as he settled her in the bed. I mean, ‘where do you think yer going?’ Her tug at his wrist said the words she didn’t have the wherewithal to speak.

Stay.” Miiya was still kinda tongue-tied around Tom-Cat. She didn’t imagine that the lip-bitingly attractive, pretty-much-always half-or-less-dressed felinoid could ever be uncertain, self-conscious, or vulnerable. 

Usually.

Coming through one of the most stressful ordeals of her life had sliced away a lot of the awkward shyness and self-conscious doubt that clouded her perception of--and feelings for--Tom. What was left was Core Miiya. She dared to say and do some things that regular Miiya would jam up at. Core Miiya wanted Tom-Cat to lay the kvek down beside her, dummy,

Whether he wanted to or not, whispered that little voice of doubt, but Core Miiya was too tired to listen to tseert like that.

Stay wi… me.” Miiya mumbled her eyes starting to roll back beneath half-closed lids, because that strong hand on Tom-Cat’s wrist really was all she had left in her. “...arfline.” Plus an affectionate insult, apparently.

Plumbert L. Gardensorrel

The recovery room was clean and empty with spartan appointments. There was a bed attached to a mechanism that could be used to raise or lower it, a chaise, table, a couple of cabinets and--as with Duskhill and much of Sharnn--indoor plumbing. The place seemed as though it could double as a suite or an examination room.  

Plumbert had accompanied the Aeros and Catling to the room near the Baron’s office. He looked about half as exhausted as Miiya felt. Even so, he performed one last thorough examination of her prosthesis. Every nerve, tissue, and vein had been fused, so there should be no pain, bleeding, or difficulties through the night.

“This is not a sick house. There are no night nurses.” He looked to Tom-Cat. “Will yew stay with the girl as she rests? There is a night guard who knows where I or the Baron can be reached, should her condition change.”

The gnome produced a small coin purse and set it upon a nightstand, instructing Tom-Cat on where he could find food, drink, and essentials at a nearby marketplace. “There is always someplace open, even very late or early.” He said that Miiya could carry on as normal, washing, eating, or drinking as she felt inclined and able. “She should rest first, though. Her medication will wear off in a few hours, making it easier to hold down meals and move around.” He said. “The Baron and I will return in the morning.”

Before he left, Plumbert paused, looking as if he wanted to say more. Whatever was on his mind, he seemed to think better of voicing it, and stepped out with only a quick farewell. 

Plumbert To: Elsewhere


ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  

TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

╺ ✽ ╸ 

“You know you’re in love when you don’t want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” 

— Dr. Seuss

 

Tom-Cat had let himself be pulled deep into the quagmire of his own perceived inadequacy, and had allowed the idea that he was lacking in some way as her mate, that he was honestly surprised when Miiya told him to stay with her. He’d made himself believe that she wouldn’t want him (to stay). Perhaps more accurately, he’d let himself believe that he was too worthless to stay; that he didn’t deserve the safety and comfort he found in her presence.

Her simple and direct command request that he "Stay" (here…with me…together), was enough to pull him out of his downward spiral. But it was her wordless plea etched into the fingers that encircled his wrist in an iron grip, that made him actually believe it. Yeah, he's not going anywhere.  And once he finally stepped off the dark path of negativity tracing a recursive loop through his mind, Tom-Cat was able to fully sense Miiya's need (of him) as she unknowingly reached for him through the threads of their steadily mending bond.  

"Always, Teleskela," he said, his voice low, relieved, and happy. 

In retrospect, it was kind of stupid of Tom-Cat to imagine for even a second that Miiya may not want him to stay with her as their connection pulsed and hummed, each of them unconsciously seeking the support and comfort of their bondmate. He now wondered how the thought had even crossed his mind, because on some instinctive and unacknowledged level, the Catling and Aeros both knew that they each slept better when they were together.  

Kwesh! The mere fact that Tom-Cat was able to even fall asleep in Miiya’s presence, let alone do so as quickly and as deeply as he did, was something he still sometimes couldn't reconcile. Because the reality that he's fallen asleep not once, but multiple times in front of her, was remarkable in itself; that he's slept through the night each time, even more so.  

Initially, he hadn't been able to accept it, unable to handle the idea that the only truly restful sleep he’s had in years was because he felt comfortable enough, safe enough, in her presence. Because then he would've been forced to admit that he’s already given over his trust; that he trusted that she wouldn't harm him when he was at his most vulnerable. 

At first, it was difficult to resolve the fact that he'd put himself  allowed himself  to be in such a vulnerable position, after so many years of never letting himself be that vulnerable in front of anyone. However, it wasn't just that he's fallen asleep with her, but that he's fallen into the type of sleep that felt secure and safe in a way he couldn't remember ever feeling.  It's special in a way that he can't really comprehend and doesn't know how to convey.  

And the only common denominator was Miiya.

Why did he think he could give that up?

Nevertheless, as Tom-Cat felt his melancholia quickly subside, it was replaced by an overall sense of simple pleasure that he could only recall feeling when he's with her— when he's with his bondmate—tempered by a heavy feeling of weariness that seemed to overcome him all at once.  He didn’t spare a single thought towards fighting the drowsiness that stole over him and pressed down on him like a weighted blanket, not even waiting for Plumbert to leave before he started to strip down to his undershorts. The catling had already crawled into bed and was curling up to Miiya, by the time the door had barely clicked shut following the gnome's departure.   

Physical affection was a trait he shared with his brothers.  There was just something fundamental within each of them that sought tactile contact as a way to affirm and strengthen the bonds of their relationships.  It was something inherent and needful within their beings that required physical touch to nurture bonds and foster affection.  It's why Tom-Cat didn’t even think twice before pressing close to Miiya, the need for the tactile so intrinsic to him that something within him instantly settled as he curled around her.   

As he rested his chin atop Miiya's head, it felt as if the toll for the previous 48-hours' trials (good, bad, bloody) had all come due at once, leaving Tom-Cat clutching the bill with empty pockets. Stress combined with the emotional highs and lows of the past few days (and the emotional suckerpunch of the ones immediately preceding them) scoured out the hull of his ribcage until he felt drained, hollowed out, and simply exhausted. Still, he felt the need to say something…more, the words unplanned but marked by naked honesty. 

"M'sorrrry," Tom-Cat muttered, sleepily rubbing a furry ear against her cheek, scent-marking her. "I dunno what I'was…thinking." He smiled, the full curve of his lips soft and full of affection he was only distantly aware of. "...'Cause yourrr  face, I want it to—to be the...?" The catling paused; his brow furrowing slightly.  That wasn't right.   He tried again. "Teleskela...I want you to be the last thing I see beforrre I fall asleep," he said, scent-marking her one more time. "And the firrrst thing I see when I wake up."  Always.

Tom-Cat then went a bit loose and boneless against her as he finally let himself feel relieved now that Miiya’s days’ long surgery was truly over, and she was safe, and there, and (still) his; he felt the ebb and flow of her exhaustion, gratification, and contentment move through his own chest like a warm, tropical current. That, combined with the simple, animal pleasure of being close to his bondmate, all served to pull Tom-Cat down into a state of exhausted bliss, his limbs growing heavy and sluggish.

And in that perfect juxtaposition sleepy fulfillment, pure, primal delight, and bone-deep contentment, an odd, rhythmic thrumming began to fill the air... 

 …as Tom-Cat started purring.

The catboy had little to no control over the deep, oscillating purr vibrating in his chest, and the sound occasionally intensified before it fell back into a steady and reverberating, lilting hum. Tom-Cat flushed, his cheeks heating, but he was honestly too relaxed, happy (obviously), and exhausted to care enough to really be embarrassed.  

And so the pair fell into a deep and peaceful slumber as the sound of the catling’s rhythmic purrs filled the room. 

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Duilliath and Irihi liked
ReplyQuote
Irihi
(@irihi)
Villainess Noble
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 903
 

Miiya

The Aeros girl had passed out while Winklestith’s assistant spoke. She revived only briefly to give Tom-Cat a very groggy, but sincere, smile when he lay down next to her. The strain on her was evident as she had to rally herself to speak every word. But they were important. She wanted to say them before she could finally rest. 

Tom, thank you.” She drew in a long breath and forced her eyes back open. “I… I think I’m here because of yew.” Miiya swallowed, tried to raise her head but, finding that too much effort, instead crawled a hand out to reach for Tom-Cat’s. “I mean, I-I’m still here because yew stayed with me.” She admitted. This was hard. She loved Tom-Cat, or she thought she loved him. Even so, it was tough to tell someone that they had saved your life; that she owed him her life. Miiya owed so many people so much. This past year she had only just started finding her feet, these past weeks just started realizing that she could survive on her own. 

But could she? Tom-Cat had saved her more than once in the short time they had been together. Somehow depending on him, owing him, like that felt sort of like a betrayal of Ma and Cah. At least that was what an insidious little voice in the back of her mind was whispering.

Shut up, voice. 

Miiya decided to listen to all the nice things Tom-Cat was saying about her face, rather than that voice. She stayed awake just long enough to be delighted by both Tom’s purring and the embarrassed flush that he couldn’t hide.

OMG! What can possibly be bad about getting rescued by the cutest boy in the worlde? 

If there was someone still awake to answer that question, it was not Miiya, for she had slipped completely into unconsciousness. 


ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  

TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

╺ ✽ ╸

 “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

- Leonardo Da Vinci.

 

Sometime during the night the Aeros had extended her new wing over the Catling as had quickly become one of their sleeping habits.  (And that was something that still left him a bit awestruck—that they’ve “slept together” enough times now to develop sleep habits.)  Still, this time there was a marked difference: the wing that Miiya extended over him now had razor-sharp, mithril feathers.

Tom-Cat was jolted awake by a warning from his hindbrain and a delayed flash of pain where the razor-edged feathers of Miiya’s new wing had easily sliced into his cheek.  He instantly rolled out from under the curve of her mechanical wing and was on his feet in a defensive, tail-lashing crouch, before the sleep had even cleared his eyes.  It didn’t take long to put together what had happened, once the catling fully came awake.  Tom-Cat quietly breathed out the hiss that had snagged in his throat and pressed a palm to his cheek; it came away smeared red, but he noted that the cut was so clean and thin, that the wound was already beginning to clot.  

Tom-Cat stood indecisively next to the bed for a moment, wanting so badly to curl back up and fall asleep with Miiya again, but knowing that there was no way he’d be able to settle himself enough to do so.  Well, at least it was highly unlikely to happen until they figured out some way to prevent her new mithril feathers from slicing and dicing him into little catboy bits while they slept.  He went over and peeked behind the thick curtains.  He sighed, judging it to be early morning by the pale light filtering through the thick glass panes. 

If he knew his Teleskela at all, she’d literally be starving when she eventually woke up.  Since he wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon, he might as well make sure that she was taken care of. 

Thus decided, Tom-Cat silently shrugged into his breeches from the previous day and a clean, sleeveless shirt from the overnight bag he’d packed.  He plucked up the small coin purse that Plumbert had left on the nightstand and quickly counted the coins.  He snorted quietly to himself, and then supplemented the amount with some malda from the hidden stash he’d brought with him—it was obvious that the gnome didn’t fully understand how much the Aeros could really eat! 

Before he left, Tom-Cat paused and impulsively tickled Miiya’s nose with the furry tip of his tail, grinning when she sleepily swatted at it.  He leaned down and gave her a small, quick peck on the lips, smoothing his thumb once over her eyebrow as he straightened, careful to avoid her razor-wing.  “I’ll be back shorrrtly, Teleskela,” he murmured.  

 

With a swish of his tail, Tom-Cat closed the door quietly behind him and left the Institute to go find something for his cute Aeros girl to eat devour when she finally woke up.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Duilliath and Irihi liked
ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  

TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

╺ ✽ ╸ 

“In order to realize the worth of the anchor we need to feel the stress of the storm.”

–  Corrie Ten Boom

 

Tom-Cat wends his way through the quiet halls of the still-slumbering Winkelstith Polytechnic Institute with a small spring in his step now that he’s returning to his Teleskela—with food in hand, no less.   Well, most of it, anyway.  He may have eaten a couple of bagels and all of the mouth-wateringly delicious lox on the way back to the institute…but in his defense, it was nearly impossible for him to smell that fresh salmon and not be expected to at least sample it.  He just happens to have sampled…all of it.  Whoops.  He’s already written an “I.O.U. —morrre delicious lox” note, so it’s probably fine.

Plus, it’s not like she’ll be wanting for bagel toppings.  He may have gone a little crazy with the fixings, so to speak, making sure to get several different kinds of cream cheese, jams, meats, vegetables, etc.  He’d even taken the extra time to pick up a large sealed carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice for her.  Admittedly, he may have—he did—already drink the small carafe of milk that the baker’s young, blushful, freckle-faced daughter had all but demanded he have, on the walk back.  (In truth, he hadn’t argued, because he’d been in the middle of writing Miiya a note.  He’d just agreed to take it so that she’d leave him alone for a few minutes.)  Besides, the girl hadn’t even charged him! She’d only insisted that he return the glass container to her to the bakery, himself—for some reason, she’d been very certain that nobody else but him could safely see the return of the empty container.  (Again, Tom-Cat hadn’t argued; he just figured that he and Miiya could walk to the bakery and return the girl’s precious milk bottle, sometime tomorrow or whatever.)   

Tom-Cat already wrote a second “I.O.U. —some kind of dairrry drrrink” for the milk, so he’s probably covered on that front, too.   

The catling can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as he pushes open the doors to the recovery ward where the private recovery suite is located.  He doesn’t know what he’s looking forward to more: seeing Miiya’s delight when she wakes up to an unexpected surprise of freshly baked, bagel goodness; seeing her expression when his Teleskela  has her first taste of freshly baked, bagel goodness;…or feeling her emotions through the bond when she discovers (and reads) the note he wrote for her and stashed in the bag of fresh-baked, bagel goodness.

These thoughts chase one each other through Tom-Cat’s mind as he eases open the door to Miiya’s recovery suite and enters quietly…

…and stops short as everything within him grinds to a halt.   The worlde around him falls silent as he goes unnaturally still, even his breath catching in his throat—he doesn’t notice the bag of bagels slip from nerveless finger and fall to the floor with a muted thump.  Kwesh!  He can't even say his heart beats as his focus narrows to a single, heart-stopping point that sends terror spiking through his veins: the sight of a knife's sharp-edged blade being held against the exposed line of Miiya's throat by a man bearing the gruesome, twin scars of someone who's received a Skylding Smile.  

And chasing the heels of terror is a pure, unadulterated, and primal rage that surges up from the part of him that’s all ancient genetics and animal instincts; the part of him that demands that all threats to his mate be met the same way—with the swift escalation of aggression and violence.   His lips curl back into an utterly animalistic snarl of fury, his pupils elongating into feral slits as his fangs sharpen and his claws automatically unsheathe.  His ears flatten and his tail lashes violently as he fights with the animal in his skin that wants to rip through his two-legged form and into the dead man walking who’s holding a knife to Miiya’s—to his bondmate’s—throat.  

Every muscle tenses, but just as the deep growl vibrating in his diaphragm starts to grow in volume, two huge men with ham hocks for fists move out from the shadows at the periphery of his vision.  They’re bullish, huge, hulking slabs of meat that look like they could effortlessly palm  his skull with just one hand.  Tom-Cat knows the type; they’re bruisers, meant to intimidate and ensure that the “job” gets done—by any means necessary.   That by any means necessary almost always comes down to physical force, speaks to how much intelligence is usually treasured within their particular line of work.  The two bruisers don’t close in, continuing to loom in the corners of his vision, and the catling understands why a moment later when a fissure of alarm jolts down his spine, warning him of danger at his back.

He starts to turn to confront the new threat, when a gruff voice that creaks like the hinges of a rusty gate, stops him in his tracks.  “Ah ah, keep dem eyes straight, pretty boi.”  The unseen stranger punctuates their words by harshly digging the blunt tip of a dagger between Tom-Cat’s ribs.  “Why dontchya keep dem eyes on yer gel, eh moggie? After alls, yew wuddunt want nothin’ bad  ta ‘appen to ‘er…” the man trails off into a nasty snicker that makes the assassin want to lodge his claws deep into their throat.  He releases a low hiss when he feels the man disarm him, slipping the pair of karambit knives he wore from their holsters at the back of his harness.  “Nice bit’o’hardware yews got there, pretty boi.  Think I’ll be keepin’ ‘em for meself—finder’s keeper’s an’ all.

With some effort, Tom-Cat manages to unclench his jaw enough to push words through the tight press of his teeth.  “Whateverrr you amateurrrs want, leave herrr out of it,” he grits out, his voice lowered to little more than a growling purr with anxiety and fear over Miiya’s safety.  “If you want me to cooperrrate at all, rrremove the knife frrrom my Teleskela’s thrrroat, now.”  

The swarthy man holding the blade to Miiya’s neck, grins at the felinoid toothily, the ghastly scars seeming to stretch the points of his smile like they were fish hooks sunk into and pulling at the corners.  Tom-Cat prays that Miiya remains sleeping through this shakedown—or whatever this was—because it’s bound to be messy if she wakes up to a knife pressed against her throat.  The man behind him rasps out a rusty laugh and jams the dull point of their dagger harder into the catling’s ribs. 

Oi, yer a funny one,” the stranger sneers in their creaky voice.  “‘Specially iffin yew thinks yews got any sorta leverage, moggie.”  The guy leans closer to Tom-Cat's ear to talk, and the catling has to fight the urge to hurl back an elbow and smash in their nose.  “But the boss don’t want no damaged goods, so listen up, pretty boi.  Come with us, nice an’ easy like, an’ we’ll leave yer gel undamaged—an’ not in pieces.  Yew dun wanna come nice an’ easy like, well…see me boy over there with tha winnin’ smile?”  Oh Tom-Cat knows.  He’ll never forget that one’s face for as long as that one lives and breathes, because Tom-Cat won’t be satisfied until he’s buried his claws in that one’s guts for ever daring to threaten his bondmate with a knife to her throat.  He compulsively catalogs each small detail of that one’s features and commits them to memory, even as he bites back the snarl that claws up his throat when they press the edge of the blade ever-so-slightly into Miiya’s neck, deliberately drawing a single bead of blood.  

Yew git it, moggie? So whutsit gonna be? Yew gonna come with us or do we ‘ave ta do sum more surgery on yer pretty little sleepin’ gel?”  

There is no other answer.  He won’t let them hurt Miiya, no matter what.  Tom-Cat gives a quick, decisive nod and snaps off a brittle reply.  “Yeah, I’ll go with you.  Just rrremove the blade frrrom my Teleskela’s thrrroat.”  He pauses and adds, “P-please.  Just prrromise that nothing will happen to herrr.

The stranger behind him removes the dagger and comes to stand in front of the catling.  Tom-Cat sees that they’re shorter than him and whipcord lean, with the knobby-knuckled fingers of a chav more used to handling cudgels and truncheons, rather than daggers—which explains the extreme bluntness of the anlance that was now stowed sloppily in their belt.  Interesting.  Whoever sent these tsotsishoods—must truly want him alive and relatively unharmed, because the only real threat he counts among them is the cut-rate clipper threatening Miiya.   The chav was, however, apparently true to their word because the runty man turns and gestures to the clipper, who in turn pulls the knife away from Miiya’s throat without any more blood drawn.  Tom-Cat breathes out a relieved sigh, though stiffens slightly when the bruisers move to flank him closely on either side.

Like I sez, nice an’ easy.  We’re all gonna walk outta here, no problems, eyeh? The chav prods him in the ribs for good measure.  Tom-Cat nods, but balks as he moves to turn away from Miiya.  

Wait,” he says quietly.  “Let me…can I…I just—let me say goodbye to herrr.”  He swallows around the sudden lump in his throat.  The chav glances at the two bruisers and then at the clipper who’s taken point a little out and ahead of the catling and the two mountainous men.  All three men shrug.  The smaller man fixes him with their bright-eyed, almost feverish gaze.

Yea fine, whatevah,” he says, scoffing.  He waves a hand dismissively in Miiya’s direction.  “Just make it quick an’ ya bettah not try ta alert th’gel to what’s goin’ on, eyeh?”  

No prrroblem,” Tom-Cat replies, already moving towards the sleeping Aeros.  “Just g-give me a moment.

C’mon boys, give tha pretty boi a minute ‘ave privacy with ‘is bird gel—ain’t like he’s goin’ anywhere.”  With that the chav and clipper filed out of the room, while the two bruisers positioned themselves just outside of the room, and stood one on each side of the door.  

Tom-Cat notes that Miiya’s prosthesis is folded back and out of the way and therefore he doesn’t hesitate to briefly curl up next to her.  He tries to memorize the feel of her pressed lightly against him, the angles of her body against his and the heat and pressure of her skin under his palms.  He reaches out and cups her jaw and then scent-marks her, though there was a quiet desperation in the way he rubbed his grey-furred ear against her face and throat.  He smells her blood from where the clipper’s blade had drawn it, his features twisting into an angry snarl before he clears it from his expression.  He cleans the spot without thinking, and despite the fact that the wound was so minor that it’s already healed.  

Tom?” Miiya’s voice is thick with sleep and he can tell that she’s not fully awake.  She huffs a dozy, half-asleep laugh.  “What’re yew doin?”  She cracks open her chestnut brown eyes and peers at him from under heavy lids.  “Silly, I don’t need…want? a tongue-bath.  Like…not…right now” She trails off yawning, then mumbles: “...y’can do it later.”  Okay, now Tom-Cat knew that Miiya wasn’t wholly awake, because there’s no way she’d admit that if she was.  

In spite of himself and despite the situation, the catling can’t help the soft, warm smile that turns up the corners of his mouth.  “Sorrrry, Teleskela,” he murmurs.  “By the way, I’m going to hold you to that, laterrr.”  He smiles when she scrunches up her face, before relaxing into him.  

Yeah, suure…” she mutters.  Then adds: “Arfline.”  The little smile that plays about her lips is too adorable to ignore.  Tom-Cat leans in and kisses her, quite thoroughly too, which unfortunately starts to stir Miiya into further wakefulness as she reciprocates, just a bit.  Loathe as he is to do so, he breaks off the contact and instead gazes into her eyes when she looks at him with slightly more wherewithal and murmurs, “Mm…I like that,” before a ruddy flush climbs her cheeks.  

The catling smoothes his thumb over the sweep of one of her eyebrows, ironing out the slight furrow.  Slowly, Miiya settles back down and he can feel her start to slip back under the blanket of sleep.  Tom-Cat can’t keep his feelings from pouring through the bond in that moment, nor can he keep them from showing in his kohl-rimmed gaze as he looks at her.  Strangely (or maybe it wasn’t)  he feels the same mix of relief, thankfulness, regret, and love move through him that he’d felt when Graekokorheyurgardramyr ripped him away from her and pulled him over the edge of the floating mountain.  

Have I told you how much I love you—’rrre smile, Teleskela? Because I do.”  The chav loudly clears their throat from the hallway.  Tom-Cat feels his spine go rigid, but his smile is soft when he looks at Miiya and leans forward to scent-mark her one last more time.  “I’d neverrr willingly leave you—you know that, rrright?”  He can hear the bruisers begin to grumble.

When Miiya starts to ask, “What?” he hastens to mollify her and allay any questions.  

It’s nothing—don’t worrrry about it.  Just get some rrrest, Teleskela.”  He takes a deep breath and then lies to her.  “I’ll be rrright herrre when you wake up.”  

Her answering smile is so sincere that Tom-Cat feels like a bastard for lying to her face.  “...y’better,” she mumbles before relaxing and once more slipping into an exhausted slumber.

Tom-Cat allows himself one last look at her before silently getting up and steeling himself for what’s ahead.  By the time he reaches the door, his shoulders are square, his back is straight, and there’s absolutely nothing soft etched into his expression.

Let’s go,” he says flatly, stepping out into the hallway where he’s immediately flanked by the two bruisers.  The chav smirks at him and then jerks a thumb at the clipper, who’s already halfway down the hall.

Follow ‘im.

Like he really has a choice.  Regardless, Tom-Cat begins to follow the chav’s companion, fully intending to be back at Miiya’s side, sooner rather than later. 

 

╺ ✽ ╸


Spoiler
What happens shortly after...

TC Catnapped

[OOC: Tom-Cat drugged & forcibly taken to SHAARN NALOS - The Oubliette -The "Champion's Suite" (Fight Pit, Holding Cell)
 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Duilliath and NoOne liked
ReplyQuote
Lassroyale
(@lassroyale)
Patron Saint of Hawtbois, Catboys, & BAMF Babes Noble
Joined: 1 year ago
Posts: 862
Journey starter  

Sitting a few feet from the door is a ridiculously large bag filled to the brim with freshly-baked bagels, different types of cream cheese, and lots and lots of fixings -- except for LOX. (It's okay -- the culprit who ate all of the salmony goodness left an I.O.U. for it.)  There's also a medium-sized carafe of orange juice, along with another empty carafe that had apparently contained milk.  (At least according to the I.O.U. note that was left.)  Peeking out from between the bagels is a carefully folded letter written on cat-inspired stationary.  Scrawled on the outside in Tom-Cat's somewhat sloppy, yet recognizable script are the words:

Spoiler
To My Teleskela

{TC} Note & Poem for Mii [SHAARN]

P.S. -- The title of the poem is: "Written On My Heart"

Spoiler
A somewhat crumpled note, shoved hastily into the bottom of the bag, underneath all of the bagels...

Note from the Bakers Daughter (Rachel)

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
──────────────────
[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


Duilliath and NoOne liked
ReplyQuote
Irihi
(@irihi)
Villainess Noble
Joined: 2 years ago
Posts: 903
 

Miiya

The Aeros girl had been laying on her side, with Dance beneath and Song above. Sometime during the night, she had unconsciously extended the pinioned wing and folded it over Tom-Cat. Completely unintentionally, the razor sharp feathers had barely brushed the catboy’s cheek. They were so sharp that there was only the smallest of twinges, but they had still drawn blood and wicked up a little of it before Tom-Cat moved away. 

The exhausted Miiya had slept through Tom-Cat’s departure. As ever, what little numbing drugs she had been given in surgery had an outsized effect upon her, and she stayed zonked right through the thugs filing silently into the room and holding her hostage before Tom-Cat. 

Tom-Cat’s ministrations and promises brought her to the shallow end of slumber. Miiya could feel his presence, could sense his disquiet through the bond even as he kissed her, and started to wake. Yet his hands on her face, the familiar nuzzling, Tom was telling her it was okay. She was safe and he’d never leave her. The undercurrent of tension beneath it all was not enough to overcome the warm and settled feeling his words, his actions gave her, and she slipped back into unconsciousness as he allowed himself to be abducted. Afterward, though, when Tom-Cat was gone, the fear and rage transmitted through the bond unsettled her and left her an early morning repose filled with nightmares. 

It was a relief, then, to awaken--even if she did not immediately recognize the strange morning-sun-lit room. The awful dreams faded away to a background unease as Miiya cast about for something familiar. 

That’s right, Tom brought me here after the surgery. Miiya recalled. He had been here then, and a few hours ago? Or was that a dream? No, she recalled, he had kissed her, told her he would be here when she woke. She was pretty nonplussed that the room seemed thoroughly devoid of catboy. It wasn’t devoid of a couple of large bags, though. They, and the bit of stationary atop them piqued her interest. “Tom?” She called as she sat up, as if he might be hiding under the bed or shrunk down small enough to disappear into one of the drawers of the nightstand. 

Two things; one scary, and one awesome that chased away most of the scary. Scary: there was a little blood on the bed, and on Song’s new tip. Miiya felt her heart drop into her stomach when she put two-and-two together. No part of her, that she could see, was cut, so it must be Tom-Cat’s blood. It was just a few flecks, but she must have poked him with those damn mythril feathers. Ooh… sorrysorrysorry Tom! She really didn’t want to start this new day hating her prosthesis, but it had hurt Tom. 

Was that why he had left? Because there was no Tom-Cat in any of the drawers or hiding under the bed. 

But that search led to the awesome, and dispelled at least some of her worry about still being pinioned trash with a mechanical monstrosity welded to her bones. No; no Tom-Cat was in the room, but the traces of him were. Really really wonderful awesome and delicious-smelling traces. Miiya let the smell of the bagels percolate through her nose as she sat cross-legged on the bed reading and re-reading the poem he had written for her. It was hard to mash it to her chest without crumpling the paper as she pulled arms, legs, and wings in tight to squeeze in the feeling of joy. She had gotten a love note! She had been written a poem! Ohmigod, could the day have started any better?!!

Yes, Tom could be here

But that was okay. Maybe this was all part of his plan--kwesh, but he was such a romantic! He’d left her breakfast and lovey poetry, letting her compose herself and really take in the words and their meaning before he’d come sidling through that door…

any minute now.

…or now.

…or now. 

Okay, maybe she was supposed to eat first. Plowing through bagels and showering Tom-Cat with crumbs and smears of cream cheese was something that she might have eventually realized was embarrassing--kwesh, but he was thoughtful!--on, like, the twentieth bagel, probably. 

Oh

Yfretting 

Frett !!

Miiya had eaten bagels before. She had fallen in love with the savory rings of delight in Daelows the moment she had tasted some stale three-day-old discards Ma had picked up for the two of them to share. When they were flush, Cah had introduced her to the real-er thing. “-er” because they were still pretty expensive compared to regular bread. 

But these were hours old, if that! And they had stuff on them!! And in them!!! And some were salted!!! And others were even more special; darker, lighter, split, dusted with flour!!!! And there wasn’t a grudging schmear of cream cheese, there was buckets of the stuff!!!!!

Not only that, but Tom-Cat clearly knew Miiya. He had purchased enough bagels to feed the entire Highgate garrison for two-to-three days. That was just slightly more than Miiya could possibly stuff into her face. Half of them were pre-cut so that she could get down to business right away with just a few strokes of the butterknife, before slowing down and sawing open the ones that had stayed sealed to retain every possible iota of their spongy delightfulness.

Her happiness only increased when she ate through enough bagels to unearth Tom-Cat’s IOU’s regarding the fish and milk. Too cute! Miiya giggled to herself around a mouthful of glorious gluten at the image of a panicked catboy realizing that there was nothing left of the LOX but salmon-smelling paper.  


ReplyQuote
Page 1 / 2
Share: