A gaunt shadow moved against the rest of the darkness, fur dull, only a lingering gleam in her eyes reminding those of what Lokiel once was. The darkness that had engulfed the city had sent her fleeing into the darkest recesses of the palace, hiding herself away, scared of what might be happening. The stability of her life had been taken away, and ( Read more... )

Lokiel squirmed around in the drawer, trying to make herself more comfortable. It was strange the number of things that she had seen going on around her home these past few days. Lots of hairy things running and shouting, and lots of small things. And small yappy things. She tried to avoid those last as much as she could ( Read more... )

( Book reading.. )

Lokiel stares in astonishment as she stalks through the hallsways. There seems to have been an invasion force of ferrts. Now, normally she would be chasing them, teaching them to intrude on /her/ territory, but they smell familar. Ferrety, but familar. And she hasn't seen some of her favourite humans around for some time now. So she is one confused ( Read more... )

Lokiel lay...( Read more... )

( Making your mind up... )

Lokiel purred as she trotted along the corridor, tail waving, head held high as she gleefully bore a dead mouse in her mouth. She had been stalking around the kicthens when the silly rodent had scurried out in front of her. Never one to pass up an opportunity, naturally, she had pounced. And now she carried it along, to present as a gift to someone ( Read more... )

Lokiel pounced her way along the corridor, following the scent. She had woken up in a playful mood, left the drawer in which she had napped, and decided to go looking for people. Boucning over an intersection, she caught the smell of one of her favourite people. And now she was tracking him. Of course, she did keep getting distracted by the ( Read more... )

Lokiel lay on the rooftop of a tavern, listening to the rather drunken singing that was coming from down below her, trying to translate some of the words into Cat, and having some difficulty. Idly, she licked her paw and groomed the fur behind her ears, as her eyes sought out the familiar shape of the Stewards Palace ( Read more... )

Lokiel licked one paw as she critically regarded the White City from the shoulder of her human transport ( Read more... )