konekoangel

Basil looked around at the forest, rain drops periodically sliding from leaves and hitting what they could on their way down. It had been almost… refreshing, to run through the rain when the sound and light had settled into a steady, comforting thrum. Now, he was drenched and he didn’t care. His fur clung to him in chunks, and the shadows of the trees were more obvious with how close the trees were in this part of the forest. Two paths presented themselves, but neither felt right. No. His dark eyes landed on the colorful tree that marked the split in the path.  Movement caught his attention and his head snapped up, but the shadows were too deep, too dark for him to spot what it was. Instead, he focused again on the tree, like a dog on a scent. Deep down, he knew this was his way out. But how? How would a tree he couldn’t figure out how to climb be his way out? Slowly, the spirit approached the tree, circling it. The grass was soft and wet under his feet, reminding him of

Basil cautiously picked his way through the strips of colorful bark and strange plants that surrounded him. He felt naked, alone, and so very afraid. If he’d had his tail, it would have lashed behind him, but as he’d found his vision returning after that dreadful chase, the rocks that had become a part of him were missing, and so was that comforting darkness that smoked from the basalt column on his back. He couldn’t levitate. He couldn’t phase through things. His fur started to bristle, and if he’d been able, he’d have growled. Slowly, he walked, and as he walked, dark clouds rolled in across the blue sky. He tilted his head back, watching the storm that was bound to follow on the heels of the clouds.  Lovely. As if on cue, there was a crack of distant thunder, and he counted - a behavior mimicked from his time before he’d found himself so… different. His master had done it often enough way back when, in the bits and snippets he could remember. His heart twisted with a loneliness

“I swear, we should have named you Sniffles.” Dr. Kiyanna Westridge said as she carefully set the large cat carrier down in the middle of the concrete room. Salt, their female Pallas cat, let her disdain for what was happening be known with a small grumbling growling meow. Kiyanna sighed, pushing herself to her feet and shook her head. “I know, I know. This sucks. I know.” Salt once more grumbled and actually gave a noise akin to an inquiring one. Kiyanna smiled reassuringly, even though the animal couldn’t see it really through the mesh of the carrier. “It’ll be OK. You just have to deal with this a little bit and then back home you go.” The black haired veterinarian turned and left the room, shutting it behind her as quietly as she could. The room itself was a small concrete room for these sorts of purposes - a fairly sterile concrete room meant for quarantine or in this case, using a nebulizer to treat the feline’s respiratory infection. It was that time of year after all, and