t'challa likes cats (wakandaforever) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-09-21 16:34:00 |
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It only took two nights of being a cat for T'Challa to grow weary of his whole situation. To be fair, the first two nights had been an experience. When he suddenly went from his regular human form to a small black cat with purple eyes, he figured that Bast was testing him. Perhaps he hadn't proved to her that he was putting his powers to the best possible use in this brand new world. And then people started to post about the strange things happening to them and he realized that he wasn't the only one that was suddenly something else. Some odd, hard to define emotion filled him at that point, knowing that it wasn't the Goddess communicating with him. It felt...isolating. Lonely. The disconnect with his world, his people, his very being felt intense knowing that Bast wasn't reaching out to him, that she probably couldn't in this world. It just reminded him once again, how far he really was from his home, his people, his Wakanda. So the first night was unexpectedly emotional. Walking the halls, familiarizing himself with his home from this different perspective occupied his mind, he prevented himself from becoming too moody, and until he happened upon discovering Nakia was a wolf. The rest of the night was spent on the roof, as far from her as he could get without leaving their grounds. There was no point in testing their restraint if they didn't need to. The next night, he wasn't as surprised as the first night, to find himself a cat once more. He explored the grounds further as a cat that night and some of the town even, running into some of the other Displaced, though, for the most part, he steered clear. The third night, he was prepared and had a plan. Growing weary of not having much to do as a cat and napping away wasn't an appealing option, he decided to go check on Margo. He knew she had been hit with a sleeping curse and knew that it was likely that she wouldn't respond to him being there, but that still didn't stop him from climbing through her open window and making himself a home on her bed next to her. A little meowing here and there, he butted his head to her side and didn't question it when she didn't wake. Sleeping curse...even he knew that there was very little chance she would wake from it until it ran its course. It was just the nature of this place. So he gave up, circled her a few times, before curling into a black ball next to her on the bed, and snuggling in for the night. By morning, he would be gone. The next few nights, it happened again and again, with the six inch tall Eliot catching him his second night there and deciding to let him stick around. The various cats that lived there, Thatch, Tom, and Millie, had been curious about him and wanted to play so he made friends with them, but for the most part, he was left alone as he watched over Margo as best as he could being the way he was. If you asked him to explain what it was that kept drawing him to the young queen, he couldn't explain it to you. But he did understand enough to know he cared very deeply for her and it was comforting, being there with her. And so he would keep coming there, until she woke. |