Celebration of the Heart [Polarus/Whiskers] Mar 27, 2020 13:01:29 GMT -6
Post by Zriracha on Mar 27, 2020 13:01:29 GMT -6
Current PL: 53,000
Running down the streets with bags in hand and a few beads of sweat on her brow, Zriracha was once again donning her disguise as ‘Zira’, but with good reason aside from just a comfort. It was a little hotter out, but the Demon Woman was on a mission to find everything necessary for her little event. She’d kept it a secret for a few days as she gathered the supplies to preserve her magic – which was going to be part of the show she’d planned – but had finally called on to Polarus and Whiskers to join her at a specific place to catch up. There was so much to catch up on and she wanted to do it in a place where they could all have fun while doing it.
Finally reaching her destination, ‘Zira’ let out a sigh as she looked upon her handy work in the park. For a modest fee, of magical money of course, she’d rented out the park that Whisker’s enjoyed playing at and had decorated the area with a plethora of balloons, a bouncy house and various other items that the party advisor had informed her to get for a child’s party. She might have… gone a little overboard with the bouncy castle but if it made the kitten happy then it was absolutely worth it.
She’d recalled their training in the desert and the fun they had eating different kinds of foods and she’d wanted SO badly to show him what ‘fun’ could be, but… she hadn’t learned the spell for advanced materialization. It had taken her days and pouring over the spell book practicing, but she could finally do it. Finally, she could show both of her favorite mortals a fun trick or two!
She rushed over to a table and sat the bags down – gifts she’d carefully selected – and sat down on the bench to rest a moment. She looked over at all of the children that she’d invited to come along, certain that the little kitten would have invited strangers to play if he’d had all of this to himself. As she looked on, a smile on her face, the Demon would wonder… exactly when she started to feel so happy about this world. She’d wanted to be the Demon her clan desired her to be: to rule the world and bring her kind to the mortals realms… but nothing panned out and… and it didn’t feel right.
Before she wasn’t sure if she was doing what was expected of her, or what she wanted. She could at least say, with better confidence, that she enjoyed the look of trust on Whisker’s face. The proud expression on the General when they fought just for the sake of fighting. The look in Polarus’ eye when they exchanged a particularly amusing joke that neither had to think twice about…
Maybe… just maybe, being a contradiction could be something she could be proud of.