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It was in the dead of night that he found the most peace. While he appreciated the sun and the warmth it provided, the light it gave off could at times burn terribly; not externally, might it be added, but rather an internal enflaming that resulted in his discomfort and retreat to the shadows. Perhaps it was penance for the crimes he committed; past, present, and future. Or maybe it was all in his head and he continued to torture himself for deeds done so long ago no one on this plane of existence remembered their names, let alone their faces, or even knew they existed.
In the dead of night, he found he could travel without worry. Moonlight wasn't painful, though at times it awoke in him a melancholy he refused to acknowledge longer than what was necessary to tamp it back down again.
A moonless night, however, was a night in which he could allow himself to be free; to unleash the beast within and allow red eyes to glow in crimson luminescence.
He figured the creep factor of being invisible in the shadows except for his eyes helped his case. It probably didn't, but he was comfortable and no one else's opinion mattered, so.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 22, 2021 21:31:11 GMT -5
There were two paths ahead of Hywel always, the path of his own decisions, one he always found difficult to make. It was on nights like these when he found himself slipping from the camp, to meander the city past midnight, his mind free to wander. Primal Instinct, to him, was a temporary stop to a bigger picture. There was nothing here that kept him rooted to the city, and yet he stayed.
Rhiannon had unfinished business. Rhiannon always had unfinished business. He knew exactly what she sought, and how ridiculous it really was. The essence of immortality, the philosopher's stone, the ability to defeat death itself...to Hywel, it was a fruitless type of journey. He never did believe in this sort of thing. His father was superstitious. His sister was superstitious. He wasn't.
The shadows of the alleyway were long, casting the shadows from his own body, the glow of his blue eyes shining in the dark the only thing evident, as he took the turn, sauntering through the gaps between the large bins and dumpsters. This sort of peaceful solitude always felt comfortable for the tom–
Suddenly the wind shifted, and the tom froze, his brow furrowed for a moment, before immediately turning around, his eyes searching for the source of the foreign scent, the scent of another cat nearby. "Who's there?" he demanded.
It was oh so sweetly tempting, the thought of letting the tom's question hang, vying for a few more moments of peace in the cool of the shadows out of the blaring heat of the summer.
But the last thing he wanted was to upset the delicate balance assisted graciously by Regulus. Posing as a threat to one of the hunters of the League would send him back several steps.
"Crosszeria." He greeted, stepping from the shadows and dipping his head.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 23, 2021 10:28:47 GMT -5
He could swear the cat came out of nowhere, and immediately, his blue eyes narrowed, both in confusion and surprise. He had always assumed there was no such thing as magic. Even the spells and ceremonies of his hometown always felt like a stretch, the mysticism was just different in the north, and even now, he was constantly seeing proof of otherwise. Maybe Rhiannon really did have a point.
"Crosszeria," he repeated, "what an...interesting name." Surely, he had come across many different names in his travels, but this was still a mouthful, "mind if I call you Cross? Seems a lot easier to pronounce."
He had to admit, the other cat had surprised him, and his crimson gaze seemed to stare into something deeper within him. It was...unnerving. Just like Reynardine's gaze. Still, he laid the fur on his shoulders flat, composing himself the way he would in any other case. Yet, the tom wasn't unfriendly. It was easier to lay low in the league than to cause a stir, after all, and the other tom had done nothing to deserve any type of suspicion.
"I suppose you're out for a midnight stroll too," he spoke, tilting his head to the side, "I assumed this was one of the abandoned alleys but I guess I'm wrong. I don't suppose you mind some company?"
The tom dipped his head. "Many call me Cross. It's quite alright." His eyes danced in mirth. "And you are?" He hummed, tilting his head slightly to emphasize his curiosity. What a strange feline, to feel threatened and inquire as to the unexpected company he discovered by traipsing like an uncoordinated child around the city, yet to gloss over offering his own name when it was well deserved.
"I suppose I could share this space." He glanced around himself. "If you had stumbled upon me several days ago, I wouldn't have been so lenient, particularly because this city is large enough for the two of us to have our own spaces of seclusion," he grinned a bit, "but perhaps you can call me a changed tom."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 11:06:52 GMT -5
Hywel wasn't one to feel as if his name was important, and while there were times he felt comfortable in sharing exactly who he was, there were also other times when he felt rather...unnerved. With Elizabeth, he had immediately divulged plenty of details of his past, with Reynardine, he had chosen to be wary at first, and with Cross, he wasn't exactly sure what he was comfortable with. Still, it was only rude to refuse a name when he asked.
"The name's Hywel," he replied, his eyes flickering across the other cat's expression, the danger still evident in the red gaze. He gave the other cat a polite smile, the wariness seemed to cling to his fur, "and I suppose cats around here aren't fond of sharing, no? You wouldn't be the first one to try and give me a run for my money."
He seemed like a well-mannered cat, the type who'd rather turn tail and run rather than fight, who'd negotiate and throw whatever pride away he had to keep alive, but it was just as much a mask as it was the truth. Hywel never struck first, but he wasn't afraid of finishing a fight either.
"Still, I'm glad you decided to be nice," his tail flicked from one side to the other, "I'd much rather have a friendly chat than dirty my claws. Surely, we're all on the same side here, no? and I don't really have any prey or territory for you to steal. I don't believe I'm much of a threat to you, Cross, and I'm not exactly sure if there's anything you want from me."
"You're right. There's nothing I want from you. Very few in this world have what I desire." The tom sat back, one half of him still in shadow, the other half illuminated by light. "Everyone can be a threat if they so choose to be, but you'd be right again: you're of little threat to me. Still, you're an interesting fellow. Very few have entered into conversation with me and half of that bunch have chosen to continue it." He tilted his head. "What secrets you must be hiding, to be able to carry on."
He turned his head away, then, as though as quickly disinterested as he was interested. "Hywel's an interesting name. Not one I've heard on the streets before. Do you come from another land?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 12:26:35 GMT -5
It was a common enough question that he should've expected it, even after the tirade of the other cat's questioning soliloquy. It was true, he was a cat of many secrets, but he wasn't the type to divulge without a thought. He may have chosen to hold himself in the least threatening way possible to the other cats of the league, but that didn't mean he'd be the kind who would give way whenever others wanted.
"I get that a lot," he replied with a shrug, "and no, I'm not from the city, but you'll have to tell me where you're from first if you want me to tell you more about yourself." He gave Cross a smile. "What? I can't be the only one giving you my dating profile and get nothing in return. Conversations go two ways, honey."
Crosszeria raised a brow. This tom was strange indeed. It appeared he flipped on a dime, going from wary and suspicious upon his reveal to appearing to take on a flirtatious tone and air. If he was a lesser tom, he would've fell for it. The black tom knew a play when he saw one, though, and knew all too well the attempts one could make in trying to appear shielded when feeling backed in a corner. Perhaps he had asked too many questions, or maybe he just asked the right ones. The tom tilted his head. It was easy to feign interest in him, yet in the back of his mind, all he really wanted to do was walk away and take a nap. Socialization was exhausting. He thought interacting with Athalia was a lot, this guy? 10x worse.
"I suppose I can divulge a bit about myself, if you ask the right questions. I'm not going to share with you my life story unprompted, sweetheart."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 12:54:03 GMT -5
For a moment, a genuine smile appeared on Hywel's face, as amusement seemed to radiate from the crinkle in his eyes. So, they were both a little reluctant to share, hm? Surely, there were a few things he'd divulge. Inconsequential things, of course. "I'm from up north," he replied with a shrug, "far away from anywhere you'd probably know of. I don't think a lot of us ever reach the forest from the highlands, but I suppose since I've found my way here, that others probably have too."
After all, Reynardine had also found herself in the city, and after that realization, Hywel was certain they weren't the only ones. Perhaps he was wary of the loch sending their regards with the assassins who'd slit a throat without a second thought, but part of him had hoped that there'd be others. Survivors. Those who had left on their own volition and decided to find a better life here. There were just things other cats wouldn't understand had they not lived the life he did.
"So where are you from? I don't see cats like you around here, and what was that thing you did earlier? I swear I thought I was alone in the alleyway until you appeared out of nowhere."
Crimson eyes slid to the shadows at his side, then returned to Hywel. He was the first to question how he had traveled from point A to point B. Many believed he had simply been waiting in the recesses, emerging when he was caught out. Perhaps this tom was more perceptive than he gave him credit for. "Where I come from is a land that no longer exists. At least not according to you lot." He inhaled a deep, steadying breath. "In the end, where I come from is inconsequential. There's nothing left. Only a shadow of what once was, attempting to be something far greater, to reach the heights that the land's predecessor was once able to accomplish, but it's a fool's errand. It will never be what it was."
He smirked a bit. "Perhaps you weren't paying close enough attention. You seemed lost in your thoughts when you waltzed in here."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 16:32:49 GMT -5
Cryptic words, Hywel thought. He didn't quite understand what Cross meant; frankly, he wondered whether it was just puffery for 'I was kicked out of somewhere' but hey, he didn't judge. It wasn't like his own story was any different either. Still, it didn't explain how the other cat had just popped out of nowhere when he knew he had been alone in the alley. Was he really just dreaming all of this?
"Perhaps," he replied. Whatever, if he was just not paying attention, it didn't matter. Surely he'd figure out who Cross really was eventually. "I feel like I might've interrupted your own time alone too. Penny for your thoughts?"
The black tom raised a brow. "Do you think it's a good idea to get inside my head?" He smiled sweetly, gazing down at his paws. To anyone else it would seem a pure move, one made out of mild embarrassment or pleasure. For Crosszeria, the tom who seemed to raise death wherever he traveled, it was almost an expression of sadness. It was never a good idea to get mixed up with the tom, one way or another; it never resulted in anything good. "And how, pray tell, would that benefit you?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 30, 2021 17:03:40 GMT -5
Hywel snorted with amusement; how cryptic. He had a feeling that was the kind of reply he'd be getting out of the other cat, but he didn't mind it. While he couldn't say he cared for anyone in this damned place at all, he wasn't against anyone either, and frankly, the look on the other cat seemed more...sad than whatever tough-guy expression he was trying to make.
He almost seemed...lonely. Hywel couldn't relate and yet he could. How often had he felt as if the world's burdens were on his shoulders? "Nothing really, I'm bored and sick of my own problems, I could always switch it around and solve someone else's for a change."
