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Rachels Odd Encounter Sr Konstantin 240808
In a tale steeped in mystery and the surreal, Rachel, once a dominant figure among her peers, faces an unexpected and harrowing challenge. The story unfolds in a richly dark bedroom, detailing its every aspect from the satin black walls to the king-sized bed bathed in the gloom of an artificially lit ambiance. As Rachel navigates this brooding environment, her reality shifts dramatically, revealing the depth of her struggle and the stakes at play. Her encounter with a seemingly simple-minded orange cat escalates quickly when her attempts to assert dominance turn into a desperate bid for survival, initiating a high-speed chase through a forest transformed by her fear and the encroaching threat of her pursuer.
The chase brings to life the forest's every detail, from the tangling grass to the buffeting wind, as Rachel's world becomes increasingly unrecognizable. In a stunning display of defiance and a desperate bid for salvation, she undergoes a physical transformation, melding with the very essence of her surroundings until she evaporates into nothingness. This act of sheer willpower transports Rachel back to the safety of her home, leaving her human once more, sprawled across her bed. Her journey, marked by fear, resilience, and a profound yearning for home, reflects the surreal landscapes of dreams and the indomitable spirit required to navigate them. Rachel's return to her human form symbolizes not just a physical return to safety but a triumphant reclaiming of self, culminating in a moment of peace after a tempest of chaos.
(Rachel's odd encounter(SRKonstantin):SRKonstantin)
[Wed Aug 7 2024]
In a Foreboding, Glass-domed Master Bedroom
In this foreboding room, darkness reigns as a recurring theme. The walls, painted in sleek satin black on all sides, greedily absorb every ray of light, casting a dim glow over everything within. With its immense size, the room offers everything one might need for a restful night. A king-sized, four-poster bed dominates the southern wall, draped in dark gray shades and accented by crimson-tinted pillows, all highlighted by a silken deep-maroon coverlet.
Yet, amid the intention to shroud the room in darkness, there's a subtle luminescence emanating from carefully placed artificial lights. Bedside tables, flanking the giant, orgy-sized bed, boast black-shaded lamps that cast their brightness onto the black marble floors, where silver streaks within the stone glimmer. In the southwestern corner, a small sectional sofa faces a large-screen television, offering a cozy spot for relaxation.
The ceiling boasts a simulated skyline, affording a celestial view day or night, while allowing morning sunlight to gently kiss the bed, encouraging a peaceful awakening. Interrupted only by the glass dome's protective metal beams, the seamless light casts a delicate criss-cross of shadow across the room, blending into the dark backdrop of the of it.
It is afternoon, about 74F(23C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside.
Rachel(domestic cat) doesn't /want/ to be the top cat. Rachel(domestic cat) /is/ the top cat. There's a difference. She's articulated what she wants - and it's not her fault that this silly orange boy with the single brain cell can't figure it out. Her tail puffs so she's larger, and then she swipes a claw at his face. Go away.
She bounds off the rock and runs, back legs bunching with her front, back into the forest. The grass blurs into a myriad of greens that blend with the trees, the shrubs. All there are around her streaks, the same as when she paths.
Where did everything go? What Rachel(domestic cat) wants - it's not this. It's to be home. When can she come home?
There's a slightly pathetic 'mew' of submission from the cat.. until Rachel(domestic cat) turns and runs. There's a rumble then, mrowl.. and it gives chase.
With a popping of bones and sinew stretching and giving way, the tom's mewling gives way to a rumbling bass roar. He was big before.. but now he's -big-. His fur blanches and rosettes blossom in the creamy white as he thunders through the forest after Rachel(domestic cat).
At every turn, the stiff stems of the grasses obstruct Rachel(domestic cat) with their tangling sticky edges. The moss gives way under-paw in a way that takes the 'oomph' out of Rachel(domestic cat)'s steps as she darts along. The breeze picks up, buffeting her with facefuls of falling pine-needles as she darts away.
The further Rachel(domestic cat) gets from the blissful oasis of calm and plenty, the less distinct her surroundings become. Ahead of her; the trunks of trees are as strokes of chalky brown paint surrounded by a fuzz of dirty green. The shrubs and bushes become a roiling haze of dark shadows where the forest ends completely.. but the cat closes..
Rachel(domestic cat) runs at breakneck speeds. The cat gets close; she feels the tremor of the ground under her paws. Without a second to waste, she begins to shift, her form disintegrating at its edges. The brown of the trees can be seen where once her tail was. The blue of the sky subsumes her body and head. There's nothing left, eventually, but the thin waft of glimmering fumes, like heat distortion.
Rachel(domestic cat) wakes - and when she does, is human once more, sprawled out on that enormous bed. Home, at last.
The chase brings to life the forest's every detail, from the tangling grass to the buffeting wind, as Rachel's world becomes increasingly unrecognizable. In a stunning display of defiance and a desperate bid for salvation, she undergoes a physical transformation, melding with the very essence of her surroundings until she evaporates into nothingness. This act of sheer willpower transports Rachel back to the safety of her home, leaving her human once more, sprawled across her bed. Her journey, marked by fear, resilience, and a profound yearning for home, reflects the surreal landscapes of dreams and the indomitable spirit required to navigate them. Rachel's return to her human form symbolizes not just a physical return to safety but a triumphant reclaiming of self, culminating in a moment of peace after a tempest of chaos.
(Rachel's odd encounter(SRKonstantin):SRKonstantin)
[Wed Aug 7 2024]
In a Foreboding, Glass-domed Master Bedroom
In this foreboding room, darkness reigns as a recurring theme. The walls, painted in sleek satin black on all sides, greedily absorb every ray of light, casting a dim glow over everything within. With its immense size, the room offers everything one might need for a restful night. A king-sized, four-poster bed dominates the southern wall, draped in dark gray shades and accented by crimson-tinted pillows, all highlighted by a silken deep-maroon coverlet.
Yet, amid the intention to shroud the room in darkness, there's a subtle luminescence emanating from carefully placed artificial lights. Bedside tables, flanking the giant, orgy-sized bed, boast black-shaded lamps that cast their brightness onto the black marble floors, where silver streaks within the stone glimmer. In the southwestern corner, a small sectional sofa faces a large-screen television, offering a cozy spot for relaxation.
The ceiling boasts a simulated skyline, affording a celestial view day or night, while allowing morning sunlight to gently kiss the bed, encouraging a peaceful awakening. Interrupted only by the glass dome's protective metal beams, the seamless light casts a delicate criss-cross of shadow across the room, blending into the dark backdrop of the of it.
It is afternoon, about 74F(23C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside.
Rachel(domestic cat) doesn't /want/ to be the top cat. Rachel(domestic cat) /is/ the top cat. There's a difference. She's articulated what she wants - and it's not her fault that this silly orange boy with the single brain cell can't figure it out. Her tail puffs so she's larger, and then she swipes a claw at his face. Go away.
She bounds off the rock and runs, back legs bunching with her front, back into the forest. The grass blurs into a myriad of greens that blend with the trees, the shrubs. All there are around her streaks, the same as when she paths.
Where did everything go? What Rachel(domestic cat) wants - it's not this. It's to be home. When can she come home?
There's a slightly pathetic 'mew' of submission from the cat.. until Rachel(domestic cat) turns and runs. There's a rumble then, mrowl.. and it gives chase.
With a popping of bones and sinew stretching and giving way, the tom's mewling gives way to a rumbling bass roar. He was big before.. but now he's -big-. His fur blanches and rosettes blossom in the creamy white as he thunders through the forest after Rachel(domestic cat).
At every turn, the stiff stems of the grasses obstruct Rachel(domestic cat) with their tangling sticky edges. The moss gives way under-paw in a way that takes the 'oomph' out of Rachel(domestic cat)'s steps as she darts along. The breeze picks up, buffeting her with facefuls of falling pine-needles as she darts away.
The further Rachel(domestic cat) gets from the blissful oasis of calm and plenty, the less distinct her surroundings become. Ahead of her; the trunks of trees are as strokes of chalky brown paint surrounded by a fuzz of dirty green. The shrubs and bushes become a roiling haze of dark shadows where the forest ends completely.. but the cat closes..
Rachel(domestic cat) runs at breakneck speeds. The cat gets close; she feels the tremor of the ground under her paws. Without a second to waste, she begins to shift, her form disintegrating at its edges. The brown of the trees can be seen where once her tail was. The blue of the sky subsumes her body and head. There's nothing left, eventually, but the thin waft of glimmering fumes, like heat distortion.
Rachel(domestic cat) wakes - and when she does, is human once more, sprawled out on that enormous bed. Home, at last.