Post by Kat on Jan 2, 2011 16:30:14 GMT -8
Foph positioned himself against the door of their room when he could not physically touch Ja’son. The positioning of the simourv was not necessarily to keep Ja’son trapped in the room, but rather a way to hear if other people approached their room. They hardly needed anyone else, Foph believed, especially not their siblings, who Foph found tedious and unnecessary. He wished he had been born in a Tawny clutch, where he could have been the only egg on the sands, or one of two or three. That would have been much more preferable. The fact that the pair had to share a room made Foph even angrier. What if Soleph stole his? Soleph’s was hardly comparable to Foph’s Ja’son, and Foph could imagine that the other blue was jealous of Ja’son. When Soleph and his were not in the room, Foph liked the spot by the door even more. He hoped that the other blue simourv would not enter if Foph blocked the passageway. Ja’son felt that his simourv’s possessive nature was detrimental, but Ja’son did not want to reprimand the simourv in any way. He loved Foph desperately, and it was not worth harming his new bond with the creature by explaining to Foph that they needed to be more open, at least to their roommates, especially since Ja’son preferred T’koa over E’my by quite a bit.[/color]
Midas, who had been hiding almost since Foph moved into the new room, finally poked his nose out from under the bed. When Foph laid down, he could stand perfectly still without making much noise at all. From under the bed, Ja’son assumed, the simourv’s body would be difficult to see. The cat’s nose stuck out first, wiggling in the air before his large blue eyes and gray pointed face emerged. The cat eyed Foph’s form, and as the feline eyes flashed over Foph’s body, Ja’son sucked in a hiss of air, worried that the cat might attack the simourv, or at least feel threatened by the simourv. But instead of hissing, shrieking, or hiding, the cat padded towards Foph, blue eyes curious and weary. Until the cat got close enough to physically touch Foph with a soft, pink nose, the simourv did not more an inch. Foph remained perfectly still, statuesque, but then Midas made the mistake of getting too close to the blue. Foph shrieked, jerking to a standing position, and then, with the gray feathers on the back of his neck standing straight up, Foph’s shriek melted into a humming hiss-like noise. He crouched so that he was level with the cat, and then snapped his beak. Midas did not make a sound, but Ja’son watched in horror as the cat’s eyes swelled, and then the cat dashed under the bed, his body moving in a cream-colored streak across the room, settling under T’koa’s bed.
Ja’son was not happy with Foph’s introduction to Midas, and the man was even unhappier with the fact that the cat settled under his roommate’s bed. It was an unfortunate situation all around. Foph’s eyes did not move away from the cat until Midas disappeared under the bed, and then the simourv turned to his rider.
Mine, what was that? Is that yours too? Don’t you know you can only have one partner? I do not like that creature. You must get rid of it. You are mine.
Ja’son moved towards Foph, and he dropped his hand on top of the simourv’s head. Ja’son stroked Foph for a few seconds, and then the man bent down to be level with the simourv chick.
Foph, why don’t we go for a walk? I want to leave the room.
Ja’son spoke calmly and with a surprising amount of control. He felt that if he got Foph out of their room, he could discuss Midas in a separate location. It would be good for both of them. Foph’s eyes narrowed. He understood that Ja’son was manipulating him. Foph considered Ja’son’s suggestion, and then the simourv decided that at least if they went on a walk, they would be away from that horrible bed-creature. Foph nodded, but his eyes remained narrow and suspicious.
Foph stood up, and he moved to press himself against Ja’son’s legs. The simourv made it quite difficult to move, but Ja’son waddled out the door despite the simourvs weight. Once the emerged from the room, Ja’son gestured towards the end of the hall, where he wished Foph to follow him. The simourv glared at his rider, and then sighed as her turned the corner. Foph was still not sure he was happy with this arrangement. [/blockquote]
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