Cats were very special creatures.
No matter which planet they lived on, all cats shared the same laziness, like noble ladies who wanted only to stay in their boudoirs and go nowhere else. Beautiful things did not always move them. They disdained gorgeous, expensive cat toys, yet could not help chasing an old ball of yarn when it caught their interest.
They were just like those unpredictable women, which was why we always said women were like cats... Uh, that was getting a little off topic.
In short, Ulduar had cats too, though they were larger, fiercer, and a little more crazed than cats in the ordinary sense.
Several black-spotted cats ran back and forth around Auriaya. They had been repeating this boring behavior for a very long time-well, probably tens of thousands of years. They kept hoping their mistress would gently stroke their backs as she once had, or affectionately pat their heads. But their mistress seemed very busy, always walking forward along this broad avenue that never seemed to end, silent and cold, like an actual block of stone.
Auriaya held a book made from specially enchanted stone against her chest, along with a blue one-handed hammer gleaming with lightning. She walked silently through Ulduar's Inner Ring, her eyes clouded with chaos. Her graceful, elegant sky-blue robe was covered in dust and stains, and her golden hair, untended for so long, hung untidily over her clothes. Once Ulduar's most popular archivist, she had now become slovenly, looking just like a shut-in woman who had not left her room in years.
Of course, she stood around fifteen meters tall, and the Guardians' unique bodily structure put her weight at over five tonnes. Only a specially constructed place like Ulduar could withstand her wandering day after day, year after year-and