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for the eater of worlds { ashestoashes } & his closest companion, death { ѕнαdow✩ }
There was only one being on the face of this or any world that could get him close enough to acting as Elenion instead of Mortain, instead of Crosszeria Diavol.
And he was sitting right in front of him.
"...why."
The black tom stared at his leader, his League's Nemesis, the tom that ruled their land and their lives, with an expression that clearly stated he was both terribly disappointed he had a friend like this, but also deeply pleased – though he tried not to show it, it seeped through his eyes – that he had a friend in the first place.
"You know, you're the first and only cat I've seen eat like that. From what planet did you come to us? And who taught you how to unhinge your jaw like that?"
Cross leaned down and took a bite of his own dark furred hare.
Post by ashestoashes on Jun 22, 2021 23:55:47 GMT -5
Regulus stretched lightly, "I learned my ways living on my own for a good while. You pick up a thing or two when you are out and about like that but I digress. You are fairing well in The League compared to the old place, yes? Granted we don't have as much prey as we normally do that'll change here shortly I think. Just takes a matter of time." Regulus watched Cross with an expressionless face but green eyes remained on the tom curiously.
Eyes dancing lightly in mirth quickly grew blank and cold as the tom sobered from his attempt at humor with the other. He sat up straight and gazed steadily back at Regulus. "Are you talking about the mansion the League used to call home before they picked up and moved or underground where I've spent the last four seasons?" His jaw ticked, turning his attention back to the rabbit and taking another, albeit smaller and less interested bite. "I'm not worried about the influx of prey. You've survived as long as you have here, other than short of an apocalypse or a massive pilgrimage of twolegs to the city, that won't change."
Cross leaned back and gazed at the tom with unreadable fiery eyes. "Why did you really arrange for us to have lunch together today?"
Post by ashestoashes on Jun 29, 2021 20:57:53 GMT -5
This time Regulus gave a small smile, "Ah so you lived in both places. Interesting. I was referring to the underground one because well truly it is a rather interesting concept to live underground. Not one I would like to live in certainly by choice but if forced would do it...the idea of being buried alive though causes me to feel rather claustrophobic." He gave a small shudder before going on. "See I have heard of the mansion but have never truly seen it. You may or may not know but I was not born from within The League and only joined them from living in the city when they moved in here. Which was why it was surprising the old Nemesis Funk chose me to become the next Nemesis...that old tom gave me a chance when anyone else could have been just as grand. Chances...you never know if it'll work out or not. I have always been fortunate with my chance taking it seems however. So far it had had a tendency to work out most of the time, so I must admit I have become an over confident individual when it comes to my choices. Like with this little exchange we are having now."
Regulus stopped eating and cocked his head to the side slightly allowing the quiet to envelope the two felines before speaking again. "Why did I arrange having lunch together like this? Just the two of us alone with no one else to join in or bother us...well as you can guess I have my motives and I will make it clear now: I want you. You have very many talents and to be completely honest you interest me. I see untapped potential within you and wish to give you power to see what and how you'll do with it. I am here to give you the position Internal Proxy. I want to give you a chance to become the most powerful you can become with myself around as leader...wish to see you flourish in your endeavors. So my dear friend, would you like to join in my ranks?"
Cross's raised brow at the seeming unending word flow that the tom across from him spewed as though he couldn't control the rate his tongue was moving or the frequency his brain was vibrating quickly morphed into a furrow as his eyes narrowed at the proposal. Though they hadn't been friends long, and evidently Regulus knew very little about himself – something that deep within pleased the black tom, as for some time he had felt far too vulnerable and exposed, like a wound to the open air – he felt it had to have been at least subconsciously understood, the reason why he kept these meetings brief and few and far between. The city was a place that held more trauma than bliss for him. Being invited to not only regularly navigate the streets and alleys, but attempt to call it home, caused a pinch in his stomach and an anger in his heart.
"You offer this position freely to a tom you hardly know, even if you spend every other moon with him, rather than one among you who perhaps knows more about the world the League now resides in and the trials they face?" Cross scoffed, turning his head to gaze at the clear skies, the sun beating down, so high it wouldn't set for quite some time. "You must either be a fool or see a benefit that is visible only to your eyes."
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 6, 2021 22:21:52 GMT -5
"I do see your point of course." Regulus casually spoke as he scratched his ear with his hind foot. "I will be more than happy to give an explanation to you. True The League has many cats...some of which I have already bestowed positions in. However no other cat has shown me their potential. Let's say I tend to have good luck as far as choosing cats go. Who knows why it's worked out for me but it has. Maybe I am just one lucky cat. Unfortunately no cat has peaked my interested this way like you have. I can see that you carry yourself differently from others, but you seem to have some sort of power to you. Even if you realize it or not you have a talent you have yet to fully realize or have full power over. You are strong, cleaver, and have one hell of a survival instinct that rivals most cats within The League. I respect that. I can help you shape your power...to become the best you can be. In exchange you help me keep The League in line. I think it would benefit the both of us. Plus you get the other benefits of having a shaman to heal you if you are sick or hurt. Cats that follow your orders. And the availability to cultivate that which you don't realize you have." The tom looked at Cross with interest.
