Flashback
*****
Death was in the air and the scent of it hung there like a fog. Mutilated and bloodied bodies were everywhere. These people hadn't stood a chance against us. From the looks of things, they hadn't even known we were coming.
No. This was wrong. I hadn't been with the Neko when they'd done this. They were my people, yes, but I wasn't a part of this. This was a masacre.
I found myself unable to control my body once again. I was just along for the ride. I hated not being able to do anything. I'd come to realize that these "dreams" were not actual dreams. Memories? Maybe? In any case, I knew that I was repulsed by the murder of these people.
It wasn't that I was upset by the multitude of dead bodies. The death of others wasn't a factor for me. Somewhere deep down I knew that our reasons for war with this people were wrong. I'd known they were wrong for a long time. I'm pretty sure that the "me" that was in this time had attempted to tell her superiors that Man wasn't the barbaric evil that they'd thought they were. They had family and cared for one another, just like the Neko did.
She was reminded that she wasn't the one who made decisions. When she attempted to protest further, her mate grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced to the ground and into a kneeling position. Her body reacted instinctively and instantly submitted to him. She didn't need to be told that the conversation was over, nor did she need for him to continue to hold her neck, but he did so anyway.
"Any further discussion from you on this matter, Dania, will be treated as direct disobedience and disrespect to your mate."
She couldn't see who had spoken, but could tell from the sound of his voice that it was the High General. Her mate squeezed her neck tightly and his claws jabbed into her neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to convey the message.
Our mate....
I had only begun to realize what "our mate" meant to me when the weight of disappointment came crashing down. The thought of disrespecting our mate made her feel ashamed. I felt it, too, and cried to myself as we sat there on the floor. If I could have picked my head up to look around, I don't know that I would have, so my eyes stayed focused on a spot just in front of me.
The council got up and began to file out. Our mate whispered to us to remain where I was and the he would come back and get me. I was not to move, under any circumstances, until I was ordered to move.
Mere moments after the room cleared, I felt him behind me. I could tell by his presence alone that it was him. I wanted him to take me home so badly that I didn't recognize his displeasure. I wanted to be anywhere but here.
*Crack!*
The sting of the whip erased all cognizant thought in my head. I began to cry again, even before she did. The pain coupled with the whip was too much to bear for me. Only it wasn't. I found that as much as the whip hurt, it was his feelings at that moment that cut into me.
"Count! You know better than this.
I taught you better!"
I counted his first lash, and the second, and the third. By the time the fourth one came I was beginning to feel light-headed and could feel the blood oozing down my back. When the seventh and eighth lashes came down, I couldn't even understand the words I was trying to say. The ninth was accompanied but nothing more than a soft whimper and the knowledge that my back was a bloody mess. We passed out as the tenth lash connected.
*****
It wasn't as late as I thought it would have been when I awoke. The Moon was directly overhead. I was restless and felt the need to be primal. My Cat needed an escape for awhile; to be free.
I lifted my head slightly so that I could see Roth's face from where I was lying near his feet. It appeared that he was sleeping softly. In that moment, the sight of his chest rising and falling with each breath reminded me of the fight that we'd had; and of how I'd nearly killed him. I shuddered at that thought. Only a few days ago I had been ready to kill him, and now I would fight to the death to prevent that very thing. A small smile crept into the corners of my mouth as I thought that it was funny how things turned out sometimes.
It occurred to me that tonight the rise and fall of his chest was different. Tonight there was a quiet power inside of him that said he was no longer balanced on that thin line between life and death. I'd known that he would survive for days now. But he wasn't fragile anymore. Tonight he felt like he was becoming Master of himself again.
As much as I reveled in the thought of him being in control, tonight I needed to let my Cat out to play. Even though my kind cannot turn into cats, we are feline nonetheless, we still had primal urges every now and then. These were the times when I'd go out into the night, not really having any direction in mind. I'd just go.
"You've referred to 'our kind.' You're remembering."
My Cat said this to me on some subconscious level that I didn't register at the time. But she was right. I was remembering.
I loved to hunt when I was like this. Not for the kill, but just for the thrill of the hunt. I'd find some animal and stalk it for hours, never letting it know I was there. It filled me with joy when it would finally realize that something further up the ladder was stalking it. That joy intensified greatly when they would run. Not all of them would, you see. Some would just stand there, not moving a muscle, their fear having taken over completely. Those were boring and I lost interest.
But the ones who ran! Oh, they were fun.
I never killed during these hunts. But chasing them down and letting them go, and then chasing them down again, and then letting them go again. And chasing....you get the idea. This was when my Cat was at its happiest.
I know its not nice to play with your food, but if you're not eating it, that's not really what you're doing. Is it?
I eased myself away from Roth and was about to head into the Forest when I hear, "Stay close enough you can hear me when I call."
I had never realized he had been awake and was, therefore, startled. I froze. Should I stay or should I go? I was relieved when he made the decision for me and motioned for me to go. In a flash I was up in the trees making my way away from Roth.
I wanted to get far enough away from Roth so that he wouldn't see me behaving as I planned. Something told me that he wouldn't approve of me "playing with my food." I could be wrong, but I didn't want to take the chance.
I wanted to play with something big tonight. Something that would at least give me some sort of fight. I found myself waiting on a low-hanging branch for something to catch my attention. My greyish fur allowed me to blend in with the Moon's light and I was all but invisible. Add in my feline tendencies to stealth and I was all but a ghost in the darkness.