Will You Teach Them To Speak?
Pantera rolled onto his back as he played with the light as it filtered through the small window of Grimmjows room. He batted his paws fiercely as he tried to catch it, But light is strange, one can feel it warm on their skin, But it is impossible to hold because it's transparency.
Realizing his attempts were futile, he rolled over on his side and admitted defeat.
He looked at the hard, smooth floor, and traced a small crack with the tip of his claw.
He had lived here for almost a week and he still knew almost nothing of this strange, sand covered, barren land.
There were things he wanted to know, things that he should know. But he could not speak anyone else, except Grimmjow,
And he was sure that he alone could not answer everything he wanted to ask.
Defeated yet again, he rose to feet and padded over to the dresser. He leap up on top of it silently. Not even disturbing any of the dust that had laid thickly there, over may weeks negligent cleaning.
He stood up on his hind legs, so that his chin could rest on the window sill. Placing his paws underneath his chin. He looked out. He wondered why the sky never changed and why the trees were impossible to climb. They were smooth and slick as if, they were not made of wood at all.
He wondered what was on the other side of this vast desert. If it even had another side.
He was so lost in thought, that when the door opened, as it creaked on it's hinges. He jumped up in surprise. stumbling back over the edge and falling in a very un-cat like fasion on to the hard, stone floor below.
He looked up at the blue haired man as he kneeled down to pick up his little buddy. Pantera looked into his eyes and told him that he was lonely and their were things that he wanted to know, if this was going to be his home for now on.
He wanted to know if he could teach the others to speak. So he feel that he, was not just tied to one, and only one person.
But the little panther knew that speaking was hard. That even he did not know how he had accomplished this task. Never once in his life had he ever spoken, before he met the stange man, who did not smell like a man at all.
He smelled like the green place. The last place he remembered before being put in a cage. He did not what it was called, or where it was, but he knew that he liked it
The smell he was looking for, was wild. He smelled wild.
Grimmjow did not know what to say, this was new to him too. He thought about the time when he a panther, before Aizen turned him into a Espada, with human qualities, but still some of the instinctual behaviors, and perhaps the ability to speak to this creatures.
He thought about how he cleared his mind. How he thought about nothing and just concentrated. It was like his mind opened up, and he could understand things that he couldn't
before.
All he said to his little friend, was that he would try, but first he would have to prove that he could speak to this creature ,and that it understands him. And most importantly that he is able to repond to him. After all everybody knows that animals with the exception of some birds and primates, are incapable of speech.
Grimmjow held little faith in himself that anybody would belive him, because there were no spoken words. It was a silent language, and he would probally be dismissed as being crazy
He neither though nor said any of this when Pantera was threre though, because he saw how happy he had become that there was a chance that his world would become bigger
and he would not be so alone anymore.