Bad bad bad
The wocky lolled. He lazed, he idled, traced his paw through the grass beneath the beautifully made hammock he rests on. Clearly he's not a practising dawdler - he could do this for a living. He yawns and looks up.
Ohh, a person,
he remarks sleepily. He smiles dully - it would look malicious if he didn't look so tired. Are you sure you aren't here to see my sister? She's over there. She's remodelling, I suppose. It's a disease. Poor father. She wastes - neopoints, that is - while I waste. Life is so
boooooring, you know. Nothing to do.
He stretches. His dark eyes seem to close more with every passing second, just a fraction. At last they are shut. Have an.. interesting day.
I'll take the "life," please
The same wocky looks up at you - he seems to have woken up. Why are you still here?
You don't move. Am I so interesting? Are you.. transfixed.. by my pure amazingness? No? Well, I wasn't always boring, you know.
His manner of speaking is frightening. He could convince you the sky was green. It isn't so much his words as how he says them, his drawling voice able to slowly make you believe anything. It's lazy but persuasive in the way that you slowly found yourself agreeing to his views, nodding, trying to understand. He continues his spiel, his mouth almost a smile, as though he were mocking you.
My father will get me anything I want. Anything. For my sister and I. We're not really what he likes, but it's bribery because our mom.. was a gypsy.
His mouth twists. He doesn't want us near her. Still, she sometimes visits, but only for Tella. She doesn't like me. I think she's just an awful old woman, hoping Tella will support her. But Tella knows better. We're smart.
For the first time you notice how fondly he speaks of his younger sister. How odd.
the true story⋆
listen, there's more
You turn to leave, maybe to go to his sister. But he rolls over.
he smiles lazily again, maybe almost laughing. Am I boring you? Yes, I suppose. Well.
Abruptly he sits up and rings a bell. Two Large Cucumber Breezes Smoothies, two Watercress Tea Sandwiches. Now!
he barks at the shoyru who appeared almost out of nowhere. With a bow, she more or less sprints off.
He sighs when the food arrives nearly a minute later, rolling his eyes. the maid brings a chair and he motions for you to sit. He pushes half the snack towards you - apparently he didn't want to bother with asking what you wanted. He sips the smoothie and stares at the sky.
Yes, I suppose I wasn't always like this,
he murmurs. Once upon a time my father hadn't perfectly chosen his stocks and he really did love my mother - why, I don't know. But when we moved here -
he motions at the gorgeous estate - things changed up a bit.
and that's that
He talks about the hours of fighting between his parents, the arduous move from their old tiny shack, the new school that first attracted him to homeschooling, his sister's little wails at night, spilling out more words than you thought he could hold. Still, as it did earlier, he makes every word sound precisely chosen, every sentence sound like a gift he chose to give.
I guess I could do the whole philanthropist idea that's so popular now. But really, who wants to throw things to the less fortunate? I was the less fortunate and anything thrown at me was not only worthless but degrading as well.
Suddenly his problem with people is obvious.
How can anyone be so blatantly oblivious to the idea of differences?
Hair & Makeup - i'm not a commoner
A gong sounds, somewhere in the bowels of the enormous house he sits outside of. He stands, brushing off his fur.
Well, thanks for the interview. Be sure to emphasize my tragic past,
he smirks. I'm off to hair&makeup - we've got a dinner party later.
As he turns to leave, a younger wocky in a pretty silk dress approaches. She must be Tetchla, but she doesn't look like she's cried ever. She smiles at him - perhaps the first genuine smile you've seen all day.
Adoring the lazy style, Katte. And so do our public. Disenfranchised rich teen? Brilliant,
she smiles, then whips around.
Who are you?
she snaps, her dark brown eyes flashing with anger. Katte, I cannot believe you.
he smiles back. Maybe he's not as much of an act as he's just made out to be, because he looks tired still. I doubt this person's even figured us out, and if our secret's out.. Who's gonna believe it? We're Tetchla and Kattevo. Do no wrong, mm?
Do the wockies not understand the concept of whispering? Then what they're saying becomes clear. You couldn't do anything about this tidbit even if you were a reporter.
Tetchla sing-songs, grinning like her brother. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to listen from a block away as we party it up with our people tonight. Life of a rich girl, what can you do?
she giggles, and then she and Kattevo scurry off to look press-worthy for another debut.
so it's confusing⋆
well life is too
After Kattevo has merrily trotted off to somewhere only the best are invited, you need a little sit-down. What just happened?
How about some basic stats on Katte to make things easier?
Very high. His father isn't famous for doing anything, though; only for being wealthy.
54 cm on all fours. He never stands.
48 lbs. Exactly right, of course.
He, like most wockies, is stocky. He's clearly well fed but surprisingly is not overweight.
He stands almost primly, with his feet planted straight below his hips and shoulders and facing forward.
Kattevo doesn't usually go at a faster pace than a trot because he feels he doesn't need to. When his father orders him to do something, though, he does it fast.
A rusty reddish color with a grey ruff around his neck. Many darigans end up looking scruffy and poorly looked after because they dislike being brushed, but Kattevo takes good care of himself. His coat is glossy and usually stylishly ruffled.
His eyes are yellowish gold. They certainly aren't soft or amber but more of a hard, glinting gold - not evil, really, but rather malicious. A glare from him could make nearly anyone back away.
He dresses conservatively but well. The clothes his stylists choose are quality but not too flashy.
He looks pretty basic, for a darigan wocky. His big leathery wings are untorn but useless. They're really just for show, and Katte likes it that way.
He's very manipulative and he and his sister love the spotlight. Surprisingly, they rarely argue - but then again, neither of them have much else, relative-wise. He genuinely likes Rabbia as well. Who knew drackobunnies were so clever?