I'LL KILL HIM! HE'S DEAD. HE'S FUCKING DEAD.

*cries* Mizti...why did it have to be YOU? ;_;

*gathers her other feline minions about her as they launch into a cacophanous mewling over the death of their colleague.*

*Glares at a tea-shop customer who complains about the noise*

What? You never seen cats in mouring before? PISS OFF.

*SCREAMS*

BASTARDS! I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE! I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE! HOW DARE THEY DO SUCH A THING TO MY POOR, INNOCENT SPIES CATS! My poor girls. ;_;

And yes, for your information, I DO have 60 years of newspapers at my place, but only for the purposes of research, not because I'm a slob.

*sits up on the roof of Denethor's shop flanked by a couple of cats*

*hugs her knees to her chest as she watches Tirion go about its business below her*

*frets*

I thought he'd be pleased. I just wanted to repay a debt; he helped me out, gave me access to a palantir OME SO COOL...but I can't shake the feeling I've messed up horribly. I just don' ( Read more... )

*goes to visit Tevildo and the baby*

*knows she should bring a gift but has zero experience with children.*

*ends up taking along a scratching post* :S

*Hopes the baby has claws*

Beruthiel may have issues with a male roommate.

Oh. YOU THINK!?

*cradles her injured cat protectively and silently declares war on the entire male population of Tirion* >:|

*Is disturbed.*

*really fucking disturbed*

*calls all her cats back to the teashop*

*And no, doesn't give a crap what Eol says about the smell, her girls are more important*

*sits in the tea-shop, looking out the window*

*loves summer; watching the young couples pair-up under the leafy trees, the dappled sunlight shining on their faces, a zephyr playing in their hair...and then mercilessly bitching each other out*

*happy sigh* >:)

*sends a letter to Pharazôn*

Your Majesty,

I have considered your offer. After much careful thought and deliberation I have finally decided that you can play 'hide and go fuck yourself.'

Yours in utter contempt for you and your testosterone-soaked, autocratic ways,

Berúthiel.*smirks ( Read more... )

*sits in the store-room of Denethor's shop*

*stares at the entrance to the shop through the crack in the door, that she left ajar*

*didn't want to hang about in the front of the shop, passers-by were LOOKING AT HER!* *eyedart*

*Waits for someone to enter before venturing out*

*decorates her room above Denethor's shop ie. puts in a bed and nothing else ( Read more... )