The First Of Many
By: Lynn Osburn
(DISCLAMER: Okay, this episode just came up in my mind. It's cute okay. I just have to tell you this is going to be cute.)
Mozenrath walked down the alabaster pillars of the palace, thinking silently to himself. Unbeknownst to anyone else, the sorcerer was completely and totally freaked out by the events of the last two days. Not only had he died, spoken to a messenger of Allah/God, been reincarnated, and become endeared to his worst enemy. BUT.he still had no idea how exactly to go about acquiring his goal.
~I mean, I doubt they had it planned for me to just wander about for the next few hundred years finding little old ladies to help across the street.~ He chuckled, the thought of a black cat helping an old gray haired lady across a busy road was rather funny. ~It has to be something noticeable. Something that will change the way things are I'll bet. You don't get chances like this everyday. This must be some sort of special case." Mozenrath considered as the door to the kitchen opened and he smelled cooking salmon.
The kitchen chef spotted him. "Mangy feline!" He hollered and picked up a washing basin. "Stupid cats! Always trying to steal from the kitchen!" He launchedthe cold water at Mozenrath.
Mozenrath screeched and let out a low, angry growl. ~I wasn't even after your damn fish!~ He yelled in his mind. But of course the ignorant chef couldn't hear him and only slammed the doors in his little pink nose. ~Ass!~ Mozenrath shook his fur out and started licking himself vigorously. ~Eww!~ he noted that the taste of a cat's fur wasn't exactly savory. But still, there was only one way to get the smell off. ~That whole forty virgins thing had better be worth this.~ Mozenrath licked over his legs and down his chest.
His ears perked up at a sudden noise from the veranda. A soft, muffled sound like someone in distress. Curious, he sniffed the air gingerly and followed the sound to a small girl, no older than the boy he had saved, sitting on the edge of the palace walls, crying her tiny heart out.
~Children.~ He grimaced with his cat lips and started to turn away.
"Mommy.oh mommy why did you leave me alone?" The little girl sobbed.
Mozenrath turned back and saw the child bury her pretty little face in her dirty skirts and begin to bawl again. He sniffed the air, detecting something strangely familiar about the scent. Then he noticed it. The body of a young woman, barely older than seventeen, laying on the ground a few feet away. Out of his own human nature, he walked closer.
To his horror he saw her skin covered in bruises. Many of them hand or fist shaped. Her clothing was ripped in obvious places and her eyes were creepily open, reflecting the terror and fear that must come before a traumatic death. ~She was beaten.probably by her husband.~ He mused and felt his gut wrench slightly. Shaking it off himself, he moved towards the ally-way, intending to leave this sorry scene behind.
"Oh.hi kitty. Are you lonely to?"
~Oh no.~ Mozenrath felt two very soft, very careful arm pick him up. The child's small, chubby fingers went to his chin and began to scratch in just the right spot. To Mozenrath surprise he felt a low rumbling in his stomach and he began to purr.
"My mommy left me all alone." The little girl whispered as she stroked Mozenrath's soft fur. "I told her no to make daddy angry, but she just wouldn't listen. She yelled at him to make him stop hurting me, and he got so angry at her. Then he started hitting.and.and he just wouldn't stop." The little girl hugged Mozenrath close and began crying again into his fur.
Mozenrath meowed, the only sound he was capable of making without Aladdin around, and pushed his nose up against her fingers. When she didn't respond he sighed inwardly. ~All right all right. Stop your crying.~ He muttered knowing full well she couldn't hear him, and poked at her cheek with his little pink tongue, purring harder till her cries were silenced.
"You're a funny little kitty cat aren't you." She whispered and hugged him close, but not tight. Mozenrath was embarrassed to find himself purring even harder as she scratched his back and rubbed between his ears. "Thank you kitty." She whispered and kissed Mozenrath's cheek.
"Mardina!" Came an angry, masculine voice from the local tavern. The door opened up and a man emerged, staggering and basically being shoved out the door by the owner.
"An don cum bac till ya gota mon'ey." The Tavern owner yelled.
"Yer lucks any body pays a wooden shackle for this swill!" The angry man yelled out. He turned, reeking of alcohol and Allah knows what else and spotted the little girl. "Mardina! Where the 'ell have you been?" He snarled and lunged for her arm. "An what are ya doing with that mangy cat?"
~Mangy cat? I've seen leaches that look better then you!~ Mozenrath meowed angrily and hissed as the man drew closer.
"Daddy's been drinking again. He's always mean when he drinks." Mardina whispered to Mozenrath.
"Talkin, to a damn cat huh! Hah!" He wrenched the girl up by her arm and began to pull her down the street. "Since yer worthless mother isn't around to take ya carein too anymore, I betcha I can sell ya to the slave market for a pretty penny." He jerked her down the street.
"Please don't! Daddy please don't sell me! Daddy!" She screamed and looked down at Mozenrath with the most stunning brown-hazel eyes Mozenrath had ever seen.
That was when Mozenrath acted.
"Yeeeowch!" The drunken father yelled as Mozenrath sank his tiny teeth and claws into the mans ankle. "You flea bitten fur balled." He sputtered off a paragraph of curses to make a sailor blush, but the pain was enough to make him drop his hold on the child.
~Run! Run you stupid brat!~ Mozenrath prompted in his mind, hoping the kid would take the point. Unfortunately, the girl was so shocked she only stared up in awe as the small, insignificant black cat attacked her hulk of a father.
~You stupid little reow!~ Mozenrath spat and hissed viciously when he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and thrown into a pile of garbage and who- knows-what-else.
"You little.." The man threw his tankard at Mozenrath and grabbed Mardina again. "Come on brat!" he yelled and they disappeared down an ally before Mozenrath could act again.
~Damn! Damn damn damn damn!~ Mozenrath cased down the way they had gone, but the girl and her father had already disappeared into the crowd.
By: Lynn Osburn
(DISCLAMER: Okay, this episode just came up in my mind. It's cute okay. I just have to tell you this is going to be cute.)
Mozenrath walked down the alabaster pillars of the palace, thinking silently to himself. Unbeknownst to anyone else, the sorcerer was completely and totally freaked out by the events of the last two days. Not only had he died, spoken to a messenger of Allah/God, been reincarnated, and become endeared to his worst enemy. BUT.he still had no idea how exactly to go about acquiring his goal.
~I mean, I doubt they had it planned for me to just wander about for the next few hundred years finding little old ladies to help across the street.~ He chuckled, the thought of a black cat helping an old gray haired lady across a busy road was rather funny. ~It has to be something noticeable. Something that will change the way things are I'll bet. You don't get chances like this everyday. This must be some sort of special case." Mozenrath considered as the door to the kitchen opened and he smelled cooking salmon.
The kitchen chef spotted him. "Mangy feline!" He hollered and picked up a washing basin. "Stupid cats! Always trying to steal from the kitchen!" He launchedthe cold water at Mozenrath.
Mozenrath screeched and let out a low, angry growl. ~I wasn't even after your damn fish!~ He yelled in his mind. But of course the ignorant chef couldn't hear him and only slammed the doors in his little pink nose. ~Ass!~ Mozenrath shook his fur out and started licking himself vigorously. ~Eww!~ he noted that the taste of a cat's fur wasn't exactly savory. But still, there was only one way to get the smell off. ~That whole forty virgins thing had better be worth this.~ Mozenrath licked over his legs and down his chest.
His ears perked up at a sudden noise from the veranda. A soft, muffled sound like someone in distress. Curious, he sniffed the air gingerly and followed the sound to a small girl, no older than the boy he had saved, sitting on the edge of the palace walls, crying her tiny heart out.
~Children.~ He grimaced with his cat lips and started to turn away.
"Mommy.oh mommy why did you leave me alone?" The little girl sobbed.
Mozenrath turned back and saw the child bury her pretty little face in her dirty skirts and begin to bawl again. He sniffed the air, detecting something strangely familiar about the scent. Then he noticed it. The body of a young woman, barely older than seventeen, laying on the ground a few feet away. Out of his own human nature, he walked closer.
To his horror he saw her skin covered in bruises. Many of them hand or fist shaped. Her clothing was ripped in obvious places and her eyes were creepily open, reflecting the terror and fear that must come before a traumatic death. ~She was beaten.probably by her husband.~ He mused and felt his gut wrench slightly. Shaking it off himself, he moved towards the ally-way, intending to leave this sorry scene behind.
"Oh.hi kitty. Are you lonely to?"
~Oh no.~ Mozenrath felt two very soft, very careful arm pick him up. The child's small, chubby fingers went to his chin and began to scratch in just the right spot. To Mozenrath surprise he felt a low rumbling in his stomach and he began to purr.
"My mommy left me all alone." The little girl whispered as she stroked Mozenrath's soft fur. "I told her no to make daddy angry, but she just wouldn't listen. She yelled at him to make him stop hurting me, and he got so angry at her. Then he started hitting.and.and he just wouldn't stop." The little girl hugged Mozenrath close and began crying again into his fur.
Mozenrath meowed, the only sound he was capable of making without Aladdin around, and pushed his nose up against her fingers. When she didn't respond he sighed inwardly. ~All right all right. Stop your crying.~ He muttered knowing full well she couldn't hear him, and poked at her cheek with his little pink tongue, purring harder till her cries were silenced.
"You're a funny little kitty cat aren't you." She whispered and hugged him close, but not tight. Mozenrath was embarrassed to find himself purring even harder as she scratched his back and rubbed between his ears. "Thank you kitty." She whispered and kissed Mozenrath's cheek.
"Mardina!" Came an angry, masculine voice from the local tavern. The door opened up and a man emerged, staggering and basically being shoved out the door by the owner.
"An don cum bac till ya gota mon'ey." The Tavern owner yelled.
"Yer lucks any body pays a wooden shackle for this swill!" The angry man yelled out. He turned, reeking of alcohol and Allah knows what else and spotted the little girl. "Mardina! Where the 'ell have you been?" He snarled and lunged for her arm. "An what are ya doing with that mangy cat?"
~Mangy cat? I've seen leaches that look better then you!~ Mozenrath meowed angrily and hissed as the man drew closer.
"Daddy's been drinking again. He's always mean when he drinks." Mardina whispered to Mozenrath.
"Talkin, to a damn cat huh! Hah!" He wrenched the girl up by her arm and began to pull her down the street. "Since yer worthless mother isn't around to take ya carein too anymore, I betcha I can sell ya to the slave market for a pretty penny." He jerked her down the street.
"Please don't! Daddy please don't sell me! Daddy!" She screamed and looked down at Mozenrath with the most stunning brown-hazel eyes Mozenrath had ever seen.
That was when Mozenrath acted.
"Yeeeowch!" The drunken father yelled as Mozenrath sank his tiny teeth and claws into the mans ankle. "You flea bitten fur balled." He sputtered off a paragraph of curses to make a sailor blush, but the pain was enough to make him drop his hold on the child.
~Run! Run you stupid brat!~ Mozenrath prompted in his mind, hoping the kid would take the point. Unfortunately, the girl was so shocked she only stared up in awe as the small, insignificant black cat attacked her hulk of a father.
~You stupid little reow!~ Mozenrath spat and hissed viciously when he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and thrown into a pile of garbage and who- knows-what-else.
"You little.." The man threw his tankard at Mozenrath and grabbed Mardina again. "Come on brat!" he yelled and they disappeared down an ally before Mozenrath could act again.
~Damn! Damn damn damn damn!~ Mozenrath cased down the way they had gone, but the girl and her father had already disappeared into the crowd.