Post by ryo on Feb 19, 2012 16:52:13 GMT -5
aishisu ,
she felt as if she was in a box of tinder; wood surrounded her at every turn, and there was just enough space to breathe. only thin ribbons of lights filtered through the thatched roof; it was just enough for her to see. aishisu didn't frequent the candle shop often, but every time she did, she marveled at the overflowing shelves. a thin layer of dust rested upon the tallow once used to make candles, and the candle shop looked pristine, frozen in amber. it was a pity, really, that they had no use for any of the materials; they couldn't eat the tallow, nor they could they build with it. aishisu didn't know why the monarchy kept it all here. the space could easily be transformed into living quarters or extra storage. yet she felt almost wrong, thinking of destroying it. here was a piece of history, unused and musty for months, maybe even years. aishisu inhaled the fuzzy scent of animal fat and soap. it was acrid and slightly bitter; the gray-and-white cat let out a little cough.
she was a council member now. the gravity of the position had only recently begun sinking in, especially because noelle was on the council beside her. noelle. the mere thought of the other feline's name made aishisu's maw twist into a strange snarl. yes, it had been an accident that aishisu herself had gained a council position, but now that she was at the top, she had no plans of stepping down. at the same time, she wondered how noelle planned to oust her. aishisu hadn't received any threats from the tortoiseshell yet, but she suspected it was only a matter of time that noelle revealed what she had done to gain her power -- and tried to use it on her. noelle's obsession with becoming queen seemed to possess her with unparalleled power. and she had allegra, her foolish, unthinking puppet. (come to think of it, she hadn't seen the other bitch in a long while. perhaps she had died. somehow, the thought gave aishisu a savage, perverse pleasure.) but still, she needed to be prepared. prepared for noelle's, and her cronies', aggression. for their hatred and hypocrisy and deception. she needed to be prepared.
but for what? threats? battle? no, she doubted physical force would have anything to do with it; noelle was a relatively small cat. dainty. pretty. it was how she managed to trap tomcats in her web. no, psychological torture was more her style. treachery? manipulation? they were the glaringly obvious answer. but manipulation of what? aishisu had nothing to care for in the monarchy except herself. everything else was gone: her family, her friends (did she even have friends in the first place? they were all gone when she became powerful; she was now a target, not a friend), her ambition. aishisu had never been so firmly affixed in what she desired. and she had never felt so hollow. for a second loneliness clawed at the she-cat's throat. then she shook it away, rage pumping through her veins. she would already be fighting against others. she couldn't show- or feel- any doubt now. she was strong. she would be strong.
she was determined to change the monarchy, but she hardly knew where to start. the entire system needed upheaval, but aishisu knew that she couldn't risk being an object of scrutiny and hatred until noelle was taken out of the picture. until then, it would exhaust all her efforts just to stay alive. she swallowed.
ah, politics. she loved it so.