A Paw In Two Worlds
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In a bygone era, Legacy was merely a feral feline, a stray born to the savage beauty of the wild. For six precarious years, she survived on cunning and stealth, observing humans from the shadows with a curious yet wary eye. That was until the day a benevolent soul plucked her from a treetop refuge. This human was an enigma, his voice a gentle melody that seemed to understand her very essence. Entranced, Legacy found herself ensnared in a mystifying domesticity that would last three bewildering years.
Coexisting with humans proved a confounding enigma. Their minds worked in inexplicable ways. She'd mew plaintively by the door, desperate for freedom, only to have her human respond with maddening chin scratches. Did they not grasp the simplest of feline language? Her demands were clear: liberty, not affection!
Gradually, her human grew attuned to her needs, though the process taxed her feline patience. Still, the shelter and protection he offered were a balm to her wild soul. Yet, proximity only deepened her fascination with the human enigma. What lay beyond those inscrutable eyes? How would the world alter if she strode on two legs instead of four? What wonders could opposable thumbs unlock? To experience the tactile marvels denied her species... the very idea was both exhilarating and heartbreaking.
Tragedy, however, has a cruel way of reshaping lives. After three years, Legacy found herself cast back into the wild, her heart burdened with loss and her spirit shattered. This desolate chapter brought her closer to true despair than any prior hardship. Even had her human friend lived, their companionship was by nature fleeting. Humans were blessed with an infuriating abundance of years, while cats were but brief, flickering flames. For two years, she drifted amidst human settlements, a ghostly observer consumed by their mystifying rituals. Why were they entranced by glowing rectangles, their faces bathed in the pale light of those tiny windows to the soul? Why did they bellow at these inanimate objects as if expecting a response? And what possessed them to emit those grating, cooing sounds that set her very teeth on edge?
Amidst this sea of incomprehensibility, one human stood out. An aged crone named Agatha, her skin sagging like well-worn leather, her teeth a testament to decay. Yet, despite her fearsome appearance, a gentle kindness radiated from her. The townsfolk dubbed her the "crazy cat lady," and it was she who brought food to the feral kindred. One day, as Legacy mingled with the colony of cats, Agatha's voice rasped against her ears. "You, little one, are not like the others. A shadow that hungers for a life forever out of reach."
The woman spoke cat!
Deal with the Devil
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"Strange human, your words are a riddle, a secret language only cats may comprehend. In all my years, I've never known such a marvel to be possible. Yes, I find myself entranced, observing and pondering the great 'what if.' What form would I take as a human? What tones would my voice carry? Would I roam the world in solitude or amidst a tapestry of loving kin and companions? The queries swirl in my mind like a maddening whirlwind!" Legacy had exclaimed, her tail twitching with the fervor of her curiosity. Then, a heavy sigh escaped her, "Alas, I am old, human, and my vitality ebbs with the fading moon. Perhaps, if the cosmos favor me, I shall be reborn in human form."
The wizened crone had cackled, a sound like brittle leaves and malevolence. "Why plead with the capricious Fates when I, myself, can grant your heart's deepest longing?"
The specifics of the pact that followed are a tale Legacy prefers not to recount. Suffice it to say, she bartered with a being from the shadows. The evidence of their compact is forever seared into her very being. Only later did Legacy discover the hag's true nature: a weaver of spells, a wielder of the arcane. Legacy's transformation was not merely into human form, but into a vessel for the mystical forces she had never imagined existed. Suddenly, she was a conduit for powers that both thrilled and terrified her. A wondrous gift, one might think.
Yet, it is a curse. The cost of this 'blessing' is a burden she can hardly bear, a weight of remorse from which she shall never find absolution.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Biggest Fool of All?
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Legacy stands about 5'8 and has a petite figure. Her long brown hair cascades down her shoulders in dark waves, and she often shrouds herself in a mysterious cloak. Her brown eyes, flecked with gold, glow with an otherworldly intensity when she's casting powerful spells or consumed by strong emotions. Though she doesn't have a true birthday, having been born a cat, she appears to be in her late 20s.
She still has the ability to take on her feline form, though it's now a younger version. Her medium-length fur is a beautiful mix of brown, black, and white, and her amber eyes gleam in the light. Despite her desire to live as a human, she's most comfortable in this form and can even speak while in it.
Legacy has only recently gained freedom from the witch who held as an indentured servent, so she sometimes speaks as if she were still a cat. She's alone in the human world, with only her past scars for company. She has the potential for great power, but there's so much she still needs to learn.
Though eager to experience life as a human, Legacy is naturally distant, quiet, and mistrustful. She's patient and a good listener, with a bookish nature that leads her to get lost in libraries. Despite her prickly exterior, she's fiercely loyal to those she cares about. She often observes humans in bars and taverns, and has a fondness for animals. As a feline witch, she can see and speak to spirits, sometimes appearing to talk to herself when she's actually conversing with the dead.
Her shop, The Sixth Cauldron, is her sanctuary. The garden, overflowing with herbs and plants, is the first thing visitors see. The shop itself is a small stone hut, but the interior is surprisingly spacious. Shelves upon shelves of potions, ingredients, remedies, powders, and books line the walls. A flock of beloved chickens calls the backyard home. Don't fuck with her chickens.
She lives upstairs. The wooden floors creak with every step. The wallpaper is peeling, there's no hot water, and she's pretty sure the microwave is on the fritz, but it's home.
"She will have a legacy that will reach beyond the forest."
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Witch 🐾 Cat
Single 🐾 No Interest
Late Twenties
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"Her destiny is beyond what I can see."
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( I consider myself a very open person in the sense that I am willing to hear out any idea that someone might have. I have thought about what might find once he returns home but not how he might get there.I have even considered the possiblity that getting home is no longer an option. Perhaps, she could. Lorien certaintly wouldn't shun the help if it was offered. He might even seek it out if he heard along the grape vine she was capable of providing such services. Honestly, I find the whole infant idea intriguing--especially Lorien's potentional reaction. I rather like combining the two idea. It would be a good way of showing how two worlds and two different yet equal set of conflicts can come clashing together, and maybe along the way they have to decide between aiding the other and risking having an undesireble revolution to their own conflict.
Don't sweat uour creatvity. Sometimes the most complex things comes from the most simple ideas, and I think this idea could be one such case. As you said this could have a potientional for a lot of side quests.)
The child was more than happy to listen to Legacy talk about her own home, far away from here. She didn’t have an English accent, though Bee was not quite old enough to realize that that meant she lived elsewhere. After all, neither of her mothers had English accents, and Legion only sort of did. It had an odd curse to it, Anna would say, and she was right. It wasn’t quite English, only more that than anything else.
“I want to meet the chickens!” She exclaimed, almost before Legacy could finish telling her all about her own animals. “I want to have a kitty cat, mommy says that one would keep the foxes away, but mama isn’t sure cuz she thinks if there’s one here we won’t have time to care for it. I said it could live outside but she said that’s not good for kitties.” Bee was good at talking, it seemed. She leaned her entire body onto the fence, outstretching a hand and wiggling her fingers while a curious sheep took a nibble of them, making her giggle. It turned its head away, uninterested in the chubby meaty things.
After the sheep had their fair share of child attention, they finally turned away, going back to grazing as sheeps often did. Bee pulled her hand away, then, and turned to skip off to their next destination. The worn path took them around a bend, following the hedge fence, and toward a pond. There were plenty of trees around it, enormous weeping willows and stately oaks, slowly beginning to drop their leaves due to changing seasons. Yellow and red leaves floated in the pond, which was surrounded by tall watery grass, and full of lily pads. There was an occasional croak and ribbit from there, indicating that it was not just ducks living in those shallow waters.
Waters that Bee, going full speed down the dirt path, ran right into, boots a-splashing. If Anna or Navy had been there, they probably would have stopped her. But how was Legacy to know she’d dive right into the cold water, where white ducks with little orange beaks were floating around peacefully, and who squawked and immediately fled or honked and swam away when she splashed right in?
Well, she was giggling the whole way, anyway. She disappeared briefly under the water and reappeared still laughing and splashing. Only a couple of ducks were unphased, to which she exclaimed, just as excited, “Hi, ducks!” One honked at her as it swam by. The other, with three trailing children behind it, ignored her. Even as a child, Bee seemed to have enough sense to not bother the babies, or the mother duck. Eventually, she turned to make her way back to the shore. She was much too small to touch the bottom, but Bee seemed to be a fairly adept swimmer. It made sense, given the fact that one of her mothers was a siren, but it would have been shocking nonetheless.
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Legion tried not to hunt in the town he lived in; it was bad enough when real murders happened to innocent people in London. After all, it was far too easy to trace things back to him when he did. Not that he’d ever been caught, but why risk it at all if he didn’t have to? Which was how the demon ended up in New York City. Larger cities made it easier to hunt without being noticed. He far preferred hunting at night, too, but that night he’d gone home and slept like a log, the same as Legacy, for over a day. It was only incessant calling from Anna that had woken him up. And he was awake, now starving even. He could heal without food, but the process was slow and sapped him of energy, understandingly.
The time difference was staggering, but New York was large enough and far enough away that it would never be linked back to him, if the murder was ever found in the first place. Which… it rarely was. He cleaned up after himself. He was careful. And that morning, just before dawn had taken over the sky, the demon hid himself in one of New York’s many alleyways, flitting between them like flickers of shadows caused by the slowly rising sun. He always waited for the perfect victim to come around. He couldn’t say he loved being forced to eat humans, but at the very least he always chose one he felt deserved to die.
That morning, he came across a terribly drunk middle aged man, and his… not quite eighteen year old girlfriend. A sight for sore eyes, to him. He was bad at telling age by appearance, but her mannerisms gave away her age. He watched with a quiet caution as they argued, drunkenly stumbling down an alley, her in a too-short dress and heels stumbling, bracing herself against a brick wall for support, and he in jeans and a plain t-shirt. He stumbled as well, but when he yanked the younger girl by the arm, spitting something ugly, Legion already knew he had his target. He waited moments longer, until the arguing got worse, until he saw the man push her too hard into the brick and her head bounced off in a way that could not spell anything but disaster.
Before the man could even regret his actions, before he could even make a decision to call for an ambulance or turn and run, the choice was taken from him. When a monster twice your height appears behind you, your time has already run out. Drunk people often didn’t think well, anyway. If it was any consolation, at least the man would feel very little. Sharp, long, curved talons meant to catch in flesh would make their way into the side of his throat. Before he could even curse, or scream, a force that could not have been a human ripped out his trachea, leaving him open mouthed, gasping for air he would never get again, able only to stare wide eyed at the creature who loomed above him, all shadows and dark pits for eyes.
Legion only looked human because he chose to. He did not look very human just then. Teeth that were thin, razor sharp and needle-like, sank into the man’s shoulder, caring little for the fabric they took with it. Another hand would sink its claws into his stomach, spilling intestines over onto the ground where the woman lay.
Devouring a human was easier than it looked. With a jaw that could unhinge and a body contained only by quivering, sentient shadows – or maybe not contained by them, but made of them – this was no human, this was not even close. Not even resembling one. And in a matter of minutes, the only thing that would be left behind were scraps of fabric and a puddle of deep red blood. All bones, intestines, skin, eyes, tongue, teeth, and soul would disappear into the ether, never to be seen again.
His efforts in stroking all that fluffy fur continued for a good minute or two, especially on top of her head, where his palm ran across it. Eventually, both short arms wrapped around the upper section of her body for a gentle hug, squeaking in delight. Since domestic felines had a tendency to be shy, it was a shocker she was so open to letting a stranger give her attention.
Should Legacy ever sniff him, his scent would be unlike anything she had ever inhaled before, not a mammal, reptilian, avian, or identifiable creature. It was a slightly sweet aroma, mostly consisting of alien plants due to a few natural products he used not of this Earth. If his ghostly appearance wasn’t strange enough already, this would further reinforce that he was something else entirely, especially with his advanced vocabulary.
When that voice was heard, both black eyes suddenly grew wide, his heart skipping a beat. Abbitt had to pull himself back from the hug to gaze back at her in silence, listening… Once the second sentence came, a hand was suddenly placed over his mouth. “A talking cat?!” He exclaimed in a mixture of shock and awe, wondering if she was some kind of runaway experiment.
Turning for a moment, the diplomat glanced all around for any beings that might be playing a trick on him, then back to Legacy. By performing a very, very minor mental scan over her mind without breaching her thoughts too much, he sensed it- another sentient consciousness, in the body of an animal that wasn’t supposed to have this.
“B-but I’m not a child though…” The Mici told her in a low tone, “Ambassador Abbitt Strellous of the Epsilon Republic!” Deciding to accept the feline for whatever she was, he gave her his name, title, and the government he claimed to represent, which did not correspond to any known country on Earth. Now that the Diplomat answered, it was his turn to ask questions, and he did so with a smile.
“Did somebody do a soul transference into a cat body for you? There’s very few beings who know how to even do that safely.”
That was one of his theories: Her being a victim of alien abduction and experimentation.
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//Sure I am open at the moment.
Maleficent took a few steps forward and her eyes wandered to Legacy, locking onto her like a predator discovering a new snack. Despite her human appearance, the feline’s true nature did not escape the sorceress. With any creature capable of transforming, there was always a faint smell of their inherent being, a stamp on the soul no magic could ever completely erase.
Malphas noticed Maleficent’s interest but had every intention of pulling it elsewhere. This was not a cordial visit. He was here out of necessity. The stones were a mistake, and he needed to remove each one from the equation, before someone summoned him far worse than Agatha. He was being hunted which was an incredibly unusual feeling for the president of Hell. He was vulnerable and it was his own creation that made it so.
While still confident, his demeanor shifted at the sight of his elder. He did not speak to her with the same confidence that had radiated from him with Agatha just a short time earlier. This was someone he knew and had known his entire life.
“I am here for the stone.” His words were short and to the point. Maleficent was unpredictable and the longer he was in her presence, the higher the chance something would go wrong. It was something he had learned centuries before.
One of Maleficent’s brows rose at the mention of the stone, and she finally pulled her piercing gaze away from Legacy. Why did he want the stone? The sorceress thought the stones were a mistake from the beginning. Why give someone the power to summon you whenever they desire? She could not understand his motivation for doing so. He had creatures he cared about in the mortal realm. Maleficent was full of many things; knowledge, power, influence, but her life was still empty.
“The stone?” Her words were poison. Did she even still have the one he gave her, or did she trade it away in hopes of teaching her son a lesson? A wicked grin formed on her face, and she retreated behind her desk, slowly opening one of the drawers to reveal a small obsidian stone identical to the one Legacy retrieved for Malphas.
She was disappointed it was all her son was there for. No news of the beautiful destruction and chaos down in Hell. She sent him to Hell centuries ago, and he still had not forgiven her for it. It was a complicated and cracked relationship the sorceress made no effort to repair. That would not change with this meeting, even if she was curious about his company. Was this a familiar? Not possible. Zev would never allow it.
“Very well.” She slowly approached Malphas and gently grabbed his hand, placing the stone in his palm. A dark chuckle left her lips as she continued walking. Legacy was given one last malevolent smirk before the sorceress vanished from view allowing the set of doors to close behind her. It was just the two of them again. Malphas sighed, perhaps in relief, and placed the stone in his pocket.
Two down, one to go.
Before he sought the third stone, there was the matter of Legacy’s brand. “Thank you for being patient.” She did exactly what he asked her to do and did not utter a word. “I will remove your brand.” He gestured for her to take a seat on the couch in the study. This was going to hurt, so instead of tossing the feline into a world of pain, Malphas tried to distract her first. He asked the question that had been lingering in the back of his mind since they left Agatha’s.
“What payment did you give Agatha for your human form?”
There was an animated laugh from the little girl as she watched the foxes dart off, scared little creatures really. They had more of a reason to be afraid of a rambunctious little girl than vice versa though. Bee loved to chase the foxes and though they ran from her, she was full of endless energy and fast, and it might not have surprised people to learn she’d caught one more than once. But they were not her friend despite how badly she wanted them to be.
As Bee burst into the breezy autumn, she was full of giggles in the way only a child truly could be. The back garden was indeed large. Half of it was paved with stone tiles, although tiny sprigs of grass were beginning to creep their way into the cracks of it. There was a patio table and scattered children’s toys meant to be kept outside, a rubber ball and a hollow plastic bat with a plastic ball, a jump rope, an abandoned stuffed animal having long given way to the elements, discolored and covered in dirt. The other part of the garden sported a small garden shed, and otherwise a large… well, garden. It sprouted with flowers of all kinds, now mostly just green stems and dying, withering heads as autumn claimed its victims. There was still a remaining sunflower or two, wilting slowly, and mums and marigolds, whose season it was, and were thriving despite the chill. They littered a corner of the garden, bright oranges and yellows and reds. It made the sunny day feel even brighter, despite the presence of wilting flowers around them.
Clouds were starting to roll in, but it seemed like the rain was still a while off, and Bee was determined to make the most out of her free time. She stomped through the paved portion and right toward the back garden gate. She was tall enough to unlock it and open it, which she did, revealing that behind their house lay rolling hills and green, green grass, and little fences, both picket and hedge fences. There was forest further back, but Bee seemed determined to walk on the footworn path that led away from their home and followed along a rather large pasture.
“I think…” Bee said cheerfully as she half-skipped out of the yard, paying no mind to the witch behind her, knowing she’d follow. “Let us go talk to the sheep and ducks.” She said it very matter of factly, like she was attempting to speak with the same cadence an adult would speak with, although her words came out childish and seeming off.
Navy didn’t say they weren’t allowed to leave the yard, and Bee seemed confident enough that she likely did this all the time. She skipped out of their fenced in yard and began to make her way down the small hill, giggling all the while. There were indeed sheep off to the right of them, behind a green hedge fence. Bee waved at them, but waited until she was already down the hill and halfway across a long stretch of straight path to approach them. There was a break in the hedge, and a white fence was the only thing separating sheep from the outside world. Bee approached it with ease and excitement, giggling, and when she put her hand between the slats of the fence, the sheep lazily began to approach her. This was clearly a routine both parties were used to by now.
”Hi, sheep!” Bee giggled at them as they baa’d at her in response, pressing their heads into her outstretched hand.
You will regret this!
The threat stung a little. He had created another enemy. She was a name to add to that ever-growing list. Wherever Malphas went, misery followed. The reluctant president blamed much of this misfortune on his profession, but his habit of meddling into mortal affairs did not help. He spent far more time in the mortal realm than Hell these days. He could hunt down the creatures responsible for Lucinda’s death, but there would always be one left. Her death was his fault and as time went on, he was slowly beginning to realize that.
He was still for a moment staring at the castle walls of the place he had once called home what felt like eons ago. The sound of the stone hitting the cobblestone caught his attention and he turned and watched as Legacy transformed once more. A small smile crept onto his face, and he bent down and grabbed the stone. The small piece of obsidian had caused so much trouble. He placed his regrettable creation in his pocket and looked at Legacy. Her news was a relief. What he told her earlier was true, but Malphas did not exactly want to ask the sorceress for help. It had been years since he saw her and the president did not exactly leave on the best of terms.
“Must have felt good though huh?” The image of a feline hanging off Agatha’s arm was one he would not soon forget. She was a fighter.
He watched her stagger knowing the mark needed to be removed as soon as possible. He could do that here in the safety of the castle walls. It would be painful, but Legacy knew what she had gotten herself into. Any pain she felt now would be worth it to be free of Agatha. He sympathized with her and was glad his actions managed to free someone else. His mark went far deeper than the skin. He was tethered to Hell in a way she could not imagine.
“Follow me.” He led Legacy through the front gate and into his old home navigating down multiple hallways that looked identical to one another. The place was a maze, but he could do this with his eyes shut. There was a chance the owner was not home. He hoped this was the case, even if they had something important to discuss. He brought Legacy here in case the sorceress was needed, but he also wanted to retrieve Maleficent’s stone. He doubted any witch would venture to the Forbidden Mountain but wanted to remove the possibility. He already had one thanks to Legacy. Once he took Maleficent’s back, that left only Monty’s. One of his friends lost her life over the piece of obsidian and he did not wish to risk another. It was not long before the two reached a set of grand purple double doors. There was a glimmer of light shining through the bottom.
She was home.
Malphas took a deep breath and looked at Legacy. The disappointment was evident on his face. “Please stay quiet. I need to retrieve one of the other two stones. Once I have it, I will remove the mark on your back.” He did not expect a confrontation but discussions with Maleficent were always interesting to say the least.
He slowly opened the doors and stepped inside revealing a grand study with bookshelves as high as the eye could see. The shelves were littered with thousands of books it would take a person ten lifetimes to read. There was a desk off to the left in front of a lit fireplace. Verdant flames danced on the logs giving the entire room a green tint. A tall green skinned woman dressed in a long black gown and a horned headdress sat at the desk with an open book in front of her. Her bright yellow eyes darted to her company once the door opened. The pair of eyes would look familiar to Legacy.
“Malphas?” The sorceress seemed surprised. She grabbed a golden staff previously leaned up against the desk and slowly stood up from her seat.
A smirk formed on the president’s face when Agatha spoke. She had a point. What was to stop him from killing her once he had the stone? There was nothing stopping him, but contrary to popular belief, Malphas had no interest in spilling blood. His focus was still on Lucinda. Agatha had taken the stone, but someone else killed her. There was a chance that Legacy could help him find out who and right now that was far more important than Agatha’s life. She would meet her fate eventually. He would see her in Hell.
There was something the witch said that caught his attention. She suggested Legacy betrayed her own blood to become human. It was an interesting thought, and he could not help but wonder if there was any truth to it. The witch could be spewing lies to get a rise out of the feline. It was a story he would want to listen to someday, but now was not the time. The flames continued to dance on the wood slowly eating away at the floorboards. It would not be long before the home was engulfed in flames.
Whether he knew it or not, Malphas was lucky Legacy chose to ignore his order. He heard the stone fall from Agatha’s hand with a thud, but before he could grab it, the feline pounced on it and took off. The sight was enough to elicit a chuckle from the monster. Legacy knew exactly what she was doing and despite her fear took the leap through the portal and into the darkness. The president was not too far behind her. He took a moment to look into Agatha’s eyes.
The look of confidence she wore when the two first met was long gone, replaced by a mixture of shock and fright. He gathered the witch was not used to losing.
“Attempt to summon me again and I will kill you.”
Without giving it a second thought, Malphas tossed Agatha into the circle and stepped back into the portal allowing it to close behind him.
The other side.
At first Legacy would assume she traded one hell for another. The portal opened onto a drawbridge leading up to a grand dilapidated castle. The exterior was decorated with an assortment of stone creatures, each one more frightening than the last. The one comfort came from above. The sky was dark but littered with stars unlike anything naturally occurring. A mixture of purple and green fog blanketed the landscape. As the feline looked around, Malphas appeared behind her. His face was no longer hidden by a mask, and he traded the long black cloak for a pair of black jeans, T-shirt, and jacket.
“That was impressive.” He looked down at her with a smile. Legacy was safe, but not completely out of the woods yet. There was still the brand on her back. He would have to remove that for his new companion to be truly free.
“I am sure you are wondering why I brought you here. This is the Forbidden Mountain. I need to remove the symbol on your back. Once I do that, it is possible you will permanently revert to your feline form. If that happens, there is someone here who can make it possible for you to transform at will.” This was no guarantee, but he wanted to try. Legacy’s human transformation came at a cost Agatha had alluded to earlier. It would be a shame for her sacrifice to go to waste.
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