Post by apart on Jan 28, 2016 13:55:39 GMT -6
Zircon
Put out the light.. in your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside, through the summertime.
Kept you inside, through the summertime.
Image courtesy of praline3001@flickr.com under the Creative Commons License.
Lyrics from the song 'The Bluest Things on Earth', by The Wonder Years (Note: Song contains mature language).
You put up a fight, pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved,
The pieces they can't take of us!
The pieces they can't take of us!
Name: Zircon
Age: One year old
Birth Season: Summer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
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Breed: Siamese X Oriental Shorthair
Size: Medium and Lanky
Eye color: Light blue
Coat color: Seal pointed siamese
Coat length: Short
Markings: None, apart from the partial albinism that causes Siamese. His coat will darken a little with age.
Distinct features: {List anything special or unique}
Personality: Zircon is a shy cat, one who never risks making the first move of an encounter. His instinctive reaction to danger is to flee rather than fight, and he will only fight if there is no alternative. Zircon is not a prideful cat, and is aware of his limits, particularly the fact that he is a terrible fighter- a mass of flailing limbs and a danger to himself, at best. Due to his upbringing, he has trust issues. Not only does he distrust others, but he automatically assumes other cats to have malevolent intentions and is wary when interacting with others. This wariness could potentially be mistaken for aggression but Zircon consciously considers his distrust to be justifiable. Like many felines, Zircon is a patient fellow and a decent hunter. He is inexperienced with the world, but his caution protects him from being very gullible. He is uncomfortable with some normal feline behaviours, particularly those relating to physical contact. He is quite nervous, and sometimes nibbles at his fur in times of stress. Zircon would like to stop his bad habits- he's an intelligent cat and knows that they won't lead to any good -but he feels that he's too weak to possibly succeed in this.
History: Zircon was born in a thriving city, far away from what remained of Foxcroft Village. His mother was a sleek Siamese whose owners had put off neutering her for a little too long. Coco was an indoor cat, the only pet in her owners' apartment, but she was a wily creature who developed numerous ways of escaping. Zircon and his five siblings were discovered behind a sofa by Coco's owners, after they had noticed their cat pacing backwards and forwards to that location. They were surprised at how big the litter was, and advertised the kittens online, through a local paper and by word of mouth. One acquaintance of theirs seemed very interested in taking some of the kittens, who were being given away free of charge. The couple, who were having a harder time finding cat homes than they had expected, agreed after seeing how well their acquaintance got along with Zircon and his brother, a solid blue cat who had always been eager to see what lay beyond his confines.
Zircon and his brother survived a bumpy car journey, as their new owner drove on an obscure, meandering route around the city. They eventually left the main city behind, and its sprawling suburbs not long afterwards. The car came to a jolting stop in what was essentially the middle of nowhere. Only a strange, sterile building jutted out from the land, looking for all the world as though it had been uprooted from another age. It was totally alien from the timeless countryside that surrounded it. It was towards this building that the man carried the two kittens. Zircon felt terrified for no apparent reason, and his brother began to squirm. But their owner's grip imprisoned them ominously, and Zircon feared that they were not going to emerge from that building alive.
Zircon and his brother changed hands for the second time that day. Their owner sold them for peanuts to the research facility, in order to fund his chain smoking habit. It wasn't the first time, nor the last, that he'd sold pets for the sake of a few measly cigarettes. Ironically, Zircon was to be used, among other things, in studies into addiction. Zircon's brother miaowed hopefully for the man as he departed, but Zircon was painfully aware that it was already too late. The pair of kittens were roughly torn apart. Their last brief touch was to be the only physical contact with another cat that Zircon would experience for many months to come.
After being examined and pronounced healthy, Zircon was placed in a room full of neatly organised cages. Many contained cats, but few of the other felines seemed to notice the arrival of the newest prisoner. Zircon was shoved in a sterile cage which reeked of antiseptics. A code hung on the cage door, a pathetic excuse for a name. Its senselessness did not truly bother Zircon, but the fact that he never heard it spoken with love did. He was nothing more than Subject 0KN.
Zircon was not sentenced to a quick death, as were some of the cats at the facility. While he was used for several minor experiments, his primary use was in studying the effects of medicine abuse in cats, and was initially fed a tablet every week. Zircon began to be fed increasing amounts of tablets. His boredom in the lonely cage was a contributor to his growing addiction for the pills; they tasted horrible, but eating them was a distraction from his bleak reality. By the time that Zircon was one year old, he barely noticed the break-in that was to change his life forever.
Zircon dozed- not in the typical, watchful feline fashion, but in the manner of a cat who is desperately trying, unsuccessfully, to block out the horrors of the world. The scents of several cats went missing that day, but Zircon's confused mind couldn't place codes to smells. However, even he had smelled the subsequent stench of death, which still wafted down the corridors like the last echoes of a funeral bell. There was no mistaking the fate of the missing felines. Suddenly a ruckus erupted around him. A shattering of glass, followed by many terrified yowls. Zircon and several others were slower to respond, but panic finally came upon the young cat when his cage door was in line to be broken. Zircon joined the other cats in a mad dash to escape, his sprint fuelled by instinct and adrenaline. Inevitably, the group separated, until Zircon found himself running onwards alone. In moments he staggered to a stop, his body aching, and his mind craving the tablets. He turned to look back at the facility; would he really return to the lion's den? He might have actually done so, were it not for the fact that the research centre burned on the horizon. Zircon could sense his old life burning with it.
Life in the wild is never easy, but its difficulties are multiplied when one is alone, unprepared and trying to deal with withdrawal symptoms. Fortunately, Zircon was a capable enough hunter, but his joy at being able to truly stretch his legs was dulled by his longing for the tablets. He felt weaker without them, and this manifested in anxiousness and snappishness. Zircon never stayed in one area for more than a few days. He didn't trust anywhere that he came to, or anything that he encountered. For several months, Zircon journeyed aimlessly onwards, doing little but surviving and shunning human habitation. However, this uninhabited area sparked the young cat's curiousity when he weakly stumbled upon it. Perhaps he may be convinced to stay a little longer...
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