Post by Cayran on Jun 27, 2015 20:07:56 GMT
How many times had she stood there, staring at the door, debating on pushing it open? All she had to do was curl her little fingers around the knob and push - simple as that. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t allowed outside. She could go outside if she wanted too; however, it only depended on her intentions.
Oola had to remind herself constantly that she wasn’t a free walker like the others within the warehouse. She belonged to someone; a pet in every aspect of the word. If she was to walk beyond the warehouse grounds, one might view it as an attempt to escape, and heavyside only knows the punishment for that. She didn’t have the guts, though. She wasn’t a willful, free spirit. She followed the rules - she obeyed. She was Ghengis’s property, which meant she was the property of everyone who ranked higher than him. Such was the life she was dealt, though, it wasn’t horrible. Although, she didn’t think she knew what “horrible” was. One of the cruder queens had told her she lived a “shitty” life, but Oola didn’t know any better. It was the life she had always lived, so maybe their “horrible” was “okay” in her eyes.
Sighing, the tiny queen looked away from the door. Today wasn’t her day to be brave. Maybe another.
Adjusting the clasp on her purple/pink collar - a representation of her previous life - Oola began back down the hallway, careful not to make eye contact. She knew to be careful around the crates too, because a few mangy cats made the holes and cracks in them their home. A few had shouted at her, one mocking her in the tone of a child, but as always, Oola ignored. She might have been a gullible soul, but she wasn’t stupid.
Rounding the corner, Oola nearly ran into someone much larger than she. The hallway was dark, and without looking up, she had no idea who it was. She just hoped they’d let her by.
”Sorry…” she said, her voice just as tiny as she was. “I wasn’t paying attention as to where I was going.”
Oola had to remind herself constantly that she wasn’t a free walker like the others within the warehouse. She belonged to someone; a pet in every aspect of the word. If she was to walk beyond the warehouse grounds, one might view it as an attempt to escape, and heavyside only knows the punishment for that. She didn’t have the guts, though. She wasn’t a willful, free spirit. She followed the rules - she obeyed. She was Ghengis’s property, which meant she was the property of everyone who ranked higher than him. Such was the life she was dealt, though, it wasn’t horrible. Although, she didn’t think she knew what “horrible” was. One of the cruder queens had told her she lived a “shitty” life, but Oola didn’t know any better. It was the life she had always lived, so maybe their “horrible” was “okay” in her eyes.
Sighing, the tiny queen looked away from the door. Today wasn’t her day to be brave. Maybe another.
Adjusting the clasp on her purple/pink collar - a representation of her previous life - Oola began back down the hallway, careful not to make eye contact. She knew to be careful around the crates too, because a few mangy cats made the holes and cracks in them their home. A few had shouted at her, one mocking her in the tone of a child, but as always, Oola ignored. She might have been a gullible soul, but she wasn’t stupid.
Rounding the corner, Oola nearly ran into someone much larger than she. The hallway was dark, and without looking up, she had no idea who it was. She just hoped they’d let her by.
”Sorry…” she said, her voice just as tiny as she was. “I wasn’t paying attention as to where I was going.”
