|Dionysus (madness_reborn) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2008-02-05 04:08:00
|Entry tags:||dion semele|
What: Playing with a kitty cat...
Where: The streets
When: Sometime after 5 pm
The blackout rustled longingly at the god’s feathers, beckoning him to get up and do something worthwhile.
Dion had chosen to stay with Ivy in the park and he was there when it happened, sitting on the edge of a fountain, stirring the water around with his fingertips wearily. It rippled, he watched it, sat, watched, sat, watched, didn’t do anything else for over two hours. He was getting bored, restless in the afternoon sun. He wished it would set already, wished time would move faster so that he could pick himself up and not feel so disoriented, tired, utterly exhausted.
He got his wish when the shadows began to dominate, to take over and shield the sun from view completely. He was still at the fountain when it happened, feeling worn out, bored with what the city had to offer during the day. Dionysus had never been one for the daylight hours and that preference rubbed off on Dion, so much in fact, that he slept most of the lighter moments away.
So the sun disappeared and he looked up at the sky when it happened, expecting to see something that wasn’t there. Standing now, forgetting about the water, Dion began to walk away from his former resting place, slowly but not at all timidly. He was sure of himself. He knew where he was going and what he was going to do before he even got around to exiting the park.
There was a young woman sitting on the ground, staring, amazed, confused. Her long blonde hair was clean, her clothes simple but not dirty, despite her obvious lack of a real home. Dion approached her, put a hand on her shoulder and silently coaxed her to her feet. She didn’t say anything, didn’t try to push him away. Instead, she stood facing him, her hands in her pockets, her back straight, her shoulders arched. She was beholding him, he was beholding her, and then he was guiding her by the arm, taking her with him. She went without struggle.
And sometime later, they were both on the street, Dion standing and the girl on her knees, weeping, screaming, pleading with tears running down her face, her eyes red and bloodshot. Her voice was loud, it was chilling, but with all the chaos already sprouting nobody stopped to see what was wrong, nobody offered a hand, nobody tried to help her.
Her screaming went on and on, and Dion watched from above her, doing nothing physically, but edging her on all the same.
A dark shadow circled her, stalked around her body, snarled deep within its throat. Dion didn’t make a move. He only watched, waited, but didn’t smile just yet. When the shadow dropped into a crouch he canted his head and spoke, for the very first time since leaving the park.
“Don’t do it until I give you permission.” The girl looked up at him, the big cat looked up at him, but unlike the teenager, the panther wasn’t frightened. The panther was satisfied, the panther was excited. It obeyed and started to circle again. If it were at all possible the screaming grew louder, more frantic with every second that passed. The girl wasn’t stupid; she knew she was going to die. Some cat was going to make a meal out of her and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. If she had luck on her side her demise would be swift. The feline would go right for the neck, snap it and end everything before she could really feel the agony, the pain.
If she were extremely lucky, somebody would come along and just kill the damn cat before it could do its job. But maybe she just wasn’t one of those people who had luck on their side. Maybe she was screwed.