TRANSIT LUX, UMBRA PERMANET

(Alright, so for anyone still reading this here blog, I've thrown together a short story/intellectual drinking game...yeah...I know. Anyway, here's how you play, everytime you catch some sort of veiled reference to Christianity, drink. And because it's an "intellectual" drinking game, the more analysis you use (read: bullshit you make up) the more you drink!)

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Emerald eyes stared inquisitively around the room, inquisitive with just a hint of serious watchfulness. Impeccable white fur lay softly layered across the cat’s entire body, as if prepared by a professional stylist. The look of magnificence was complimented by the bright pink collar around a gracefully puffed up neck, which on a bigger feline would be more recognizable as a mane. The collar had an equally fashionable golden circle connected to it which had on it engraved a name. The golden plate announced that her name was Augustine. And this morning Augustine was dressed to kill, as she always was.
Augustine perched on her wooden table and kept a watchful eye over the kitchen, as had been her routine every day for four years. It was at that moment that the watchful gemlike eyes caught sight of something that they hadn’t ever seen before. Her perfectly groomed fur bristled and her pretty eyes narrowed. Behind a green and yellow porcelain cup, which embodied a stylized coiled snake that was smiling very amiably, stood a small furry white creature. Twitching nose and beady black eyes stared around the serpentine cup, and stared right at Augustine.
With feral instincts taking over so quickly, fear of the unknown and surprise were forgotten. Augustine dug her back claws into the wood of the table savagely for momentum, and then sprang forth with deadly intent, contradicting her demure appearance. She ignored the silverware that plummeted to the floor from the counter as she charged forward with unreal balance and grace. She barrelled directly into the snake shaped cup and knocked it aside, seeing the mouse run along the counter to her right. Turning to give chase, she lost her way and knocked over a glass container which shattered and sent its contents across the counter with a dark flourish. The black instant coffee powder immediately stuck to Augustine’s coat, and consumed the sheen her white fur usually exuded. She stopped momentarily to try to lick the substance off, but the bitter taste made her falter. With the equivalent of a feline cringe of distaste, she turned her attention away from the dark substance. Augustine’s powerful olfactory senses offered her no reprieve from the odour.
The tainted prey which had so intruded her territory leapt from the counter, thinking it was safe, and stood static on the kitchen floor below. Peering from the countertop above, Augustine’s once shining green eyes appeared murky, and the black substance that covered her fur only exemplified her shadowy manifestation.
With a soft guttural growl she pounced, and fell with fiery intent toward the mouse.
First, her deadly claws drove into the creature, and then her pointed teeth followed suit. She bit the mouse and tore at it until the venomous creature’s lifeblood ran from it completely and it breathed its last. Somewhere in her feline brain, she had always been curious about the taste of blood.
Curiosity killed the cat.