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Tevildo · 01-03-2005, 01:13 AM

Tevildo kept a wary eye on all the bustle and preparations that were going on that morning. He had successfully avoided the hound Huan and the other funny creature who went by the name of Shimshins. The latter seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from the two-leggeds, who apparently didn't know any better than to spend their time fawning over a silly-looking animal who couldn't even walk properly on all four legs.

Instead the cat had found a spot where no one would bother him, a high perch on the mantle that stood near the hearth where he could curl up in a ball and spy on everyone. For the next two hours, he had stared down at the various volunteers who were finishing up their preparations for the handfasting and the party, occasionally letting out a howl which was meant to encourage them to work faster. Once when a small mouse tried to poke his nose out of a hole in the wooden panelling under the bar, Tevildo had jumped down and chased him back inside with a stern admonition not to come out until the festivities were over.

Still, he was beginning to get bored. He was not overly fond of manual labor. That sort of thing was best left to Mistress Ellie and the other two-leggeds who were visiting the Inn. It was then that he spied the silly lad who had earlier tried to surprize him by sneaking up without a warning. He was the one who went by the name of Willy---a short lad, even shorter than Mistress Hawthorne who had been working at Ellie's side for much of the morning.

Tevildo was seized by a sudden desire to teach the nasty lad a lesson about his rude behavior. The young Hobbit was sitting and listening to the music. He had slipped off his jacket and tossed it casually over on the ground and was not paying any attention to it. And what a nice jacket it was! Just the sort of lovely thick cloth that Tevildo would enjoy ripping to shreds. Tiptoeing over on velvet paws, the cat quietly approached the jacket and unsheathed his claws. He jumped up on top of it and merrily began to claw at the sleeve.....

01-03-2005, 01:13 AM	#1181
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Tevildo kept a wary eye on all the bustle and preparations that were going on that morning. He had successfully avoided the hound Huan and the other funny creature who went by the name of Shimshins. The latter seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from the two-leggeds, who apparently didn't know any better than to spend their time fawning over a silly-looking animal who couldn't even walk properly on all four legs. Instead the cat had found a spot where no one would bother him, a high perch on the mantle that stood near the hearth where he could curl up in a ball and spy on everyone. For the next two hours, he had stared down at the various volunteers who were finishing up their preparations for the handfasting and the party, occasionally letting out a howl which was meant to encourage them to work faster. Once when a small mouse tried to poke his nose out of a hole in the wooden panelling under the bar, Tevildo had jumped down and chased him back inside with a stern admonition not to come out until the festivities were over. Still, he was beginning to get bored. He was not overly fond of manual labor. That sort of thing was best left to Mistress Ellie and the other two-leggeds who were visiting the Inn. It was then that he spied the silly lad who had earlier tried to surprize him by sneaking up without a warning. He was the one who went by the name of Willy---a short lad, even shorter than Mistress Hawthorne who had been working at Ellie's side for much of the morning. Tevildo was seized by a sudden desire to teach the nasty lad a lesson about his rude behavior. The young Hobbit was sitting and listening to the music. He had slipped off his jacket and tossed it casually over on the ground and was not paying any attention to it. And what a nice jacket it was! Just the sort of lovely thick cloth that Tevildo would enjoy ripping to shreds. Tiptoeing over on velvet paws, the cat quietly approached the jacket and unsheathed his claws. He jumped up on top of it and merrily began to claw at the sleeve..... __________________ Now Tevildo was a mighty cat--the mightiest of all--and possessed of an evil spirit,...and he was in Melko's constant following; and that cat had all cats subject to him, and he and his subjects were the chasers and getters of meat for Melko's table.