PRAY FOR MERCY

&&. iinboots.

                                                     ❛ well .  .  .                                                                                   i think they fit you perfectly !                                                                                   perfect little boots                                                                                   for such an ADORABLE little                                                                                   cat ! ❜

                       allow him to process the bright explosion of colors his eyes are testifying,                while dreamily plunging into thousands of apparently bittersweet flavors.                emerald hues gleam with amazement and perplexity. how could it be so ?                a whole new world built up from sugar, spice & all things nice. the aesthetics                highly resembled to something that could have been created by the  famous                Muffin Man. everything truly seemed to be extracted     straight out of a                 dream & oh, a very festive and mellifluous one.

            ❛ It’s alright, it’s fine ——— come on, it’s only a little scratch. I’m sure I’d be able to fix it right away. Sort — of… ? ❜ 

                                                ‘    No  no no no no no       don't  i'm alright !! ’

                                                                      At  first the scratch felt like a ravenous burn, drilling his left cheek &                 stinging truculently. Beneath his fur lined chest his heart weights tremendously                 and is desperately flooding with panic,  as an hidden form of contained rage dwells                 within each breath taken. Paws haste to cover the small physically inflicted wound                     barely noticeable ; It did hurt a little, but after all he's had so much worse in the                 past & nearly none of those previous occurrences could compare to the sorrow                 he's feeling, fiercely blooming underneath watery smudged emerald orbs.

                                  He unwittingly attempts to  conceal his wounded pride and sudden                                   hollow melancholy. Never he'd been so dispirited and vulnerable                                       both equally awful sensations, who did not at all fit his commonly                                    challenging & daring mood. Shattered features hold also, an ashamed                                   vestige. Even with all the additional accessories    the gracious                                   feathery hat, the prestigious leather belt & his silver forged                                   sharpened blade      something gifted of an unmeasurable                                    importance was still missing  && without it he just feels plain                                   incomplete ; distressed by his very own existence or the                                   lack of its meaning, more precisely.