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Post by achromatic on Sept 2, 2021 19:23:50 GMT -5
He continued to work around the conversation, pushing the dirt towards the dead creature however slowly this process would take. He didn't doubt that what Eris said was true; most cats really weren't friendly around here. He had been threatened multiple times by now, and perhaps if he had been anyone else, if he had feared death itself, he'd have gone far, far away from here, as far as he could possibly go. Alas, he found that he didn't care much. The party was in the city, after all, and that was far better than anywhere else.
"Maybe," he chuckled, "I guess cats around here talk with their claws." Eris didn't seem to like talking about herself. Frankly, a lot of cats didn't seem to either. Something about showing weakness or something perhaps. Cats weren't friendly here; he was just an exception.
"It was..." he started, musing over what to say, "cold. Windy, not a lot of trees at all, but you could see what seems like the end of the world, you know? Lots of hills, and the clouds were so big they felt like they could envelop you. The hills were purple sometimes, especially in the summer. Either purple or gold, sometimes green...oh, and you can see deer. You know, big creatures with the horns? I was always afraid they'd stab me with them you know." He chuckled at that thought.
I guess cats around here talk with their claws. Eris laughed a little, a high-pitched giggle that stopped at a snort. It was true, she could attest, they were quite the rowdy bunch. They made more blood than conversation, with words usually etched with snarls or hisses, and yes she sometimes thought their ways idiotic and overzealous, but she didn't know how else a cat could really be. She didn't respond, instead letting him continue with his little stories. She found it interesting, learning about the different places people have lived, seen, experienced. Things she may not ever get to see.
She understood the feeling, that from where you stood the land ahead just seemed like the end of the world. Never much beyond, an everlasting stretch of grass and nothing more. She used to watch the clouds float by and wonder where they were going.
"I get that," she nodded her head vigorously, "there wasn't much beyond the front of my old home. Just grass, really, and it was boring. And behind us there was this forest, it's where I went to first after I left." It was like she poured too much water into a glass--an overspill. She had a knack for talking a lot, too much, and when someone got her on the right track she couldn't quit, even if she said she would. Hypocrisy, wasn't it.
There was a shift in her demeanor--not a very big one, but enough to be noticed if one payed close attention. "Enough of that--stupid, sentimental stuff." she never really talked about her old life, not the good parts, never the bad parts. Maybe that's why the memories were a bit of a blur.
"Are you done yet? I'm getting cold." The edge of annoyance, the defense, returned to her voice. It was fine, she'd find out what the hell a deer was another time.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 10, 2021 19:21:21 GMT -5
Hywel was lucky he was a larger cat, because that made all of this work a lot easier, that was for sure. Eris' little giggle made his lips twitch into a smile. He always did have that part of him that liked making others laugh. It was a delight to have her open up a little bit more. Grass and forests sounded lovely too, though he could understand in a way how anything could seem monotonous.
Having spent years on the road, living in the city felt both exciting and boring at the same time; there was always a corner he had never seen before, cats he had never met and alleys he had yet to explore. Still, there was something missing about it, something that being on the road had that staying in one place really didn't, and well...it was just different.
Her edge of annoyance shook him out of his thoughts as his mind returned to his paws which had been working without much thought, brushing leaves across the span of its body, to cover it as much as he could. He glanced to Eris with a frown. "Give me a couple more minutes," he called out, before glancing to what he had left to work with. A couple of branches, a couple of leaves, and the rest of the pile of dirt.
He had witnessed the fact that there were more of his kind around here than he thought, and one who had murdered others too without a thought. He knew this was sending a wrong message too, if the others would see it, but he couldn't help himself. After a moment of pondering, he shoved the leaves into the dead cat's mouth where its head was still mostly uncovered, mumbling a few words like a blessing over the dead body. He doubted that any cat could come back from the dead but hey, it couldn't hurt to say that prayer, right?
Post by goldcrest on Sept 18, 2021 12:01:51 GMT -5
She sat a few paces away, still watching, still curious. When she met other cats for the first time since she left home, she hadn't expected them to be any different than her. Most cats here could agree that you buried your dead. She would not. Eris would suggest to leave them out, in a more solitary, let the birds and other scavengers feed until there's nothing left but bones. It took less work, plus she would get to actually watch it's progress.
She ripped up bits of the ground. Bury. Scratch. Lift. Until there was a tiny pile of dirt beside her. She prided herself on her claws, sharp and stinging. If she had the strength, she could knock a real punch. But for now, they were only good for tearing up dirt and ripping apart prey. She cast a glance up at the tom, tail tapping against the earth.
"Can't you just leave it? I mean it has it's own space, nobody will really bug it." Eris picked the dirt from beneath her claws, giving it a final shake before continuing, "Think of all the hungry birds, they would enjoy a good meal." An exposed body was easier to find.
"I mean, if you want to waste both of our time, go ahead."
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Post by achromatic on Sept 19, 2021 15:15:51 GMT -5
He glanced up at her comment, before giving her a shrug. "I'm not burying all of him," he pointed out, glancing to the head he left above ground, "just most of him." It might've seemed a little strange, to leave the head above ground while the rest was six-feet-under. It might've seemed almost barbaric, to let the crows pluck the cat's eyes out, to let the maggots crawl through its mouth, but there was a madness to ritual, even if he tried so very hard to escape it.
"The birds can take him to the skies but his body should be at rest," he frowned, before padding up to Eris once more, his cryptic words meant nothing to her, he was sure "–I'm done by the way, at least the birds can eat some of it, but I hear it's bad to keep carrion above ground; something about how we might get sick from it, you know."
A wry smirk appeared on his face. "I'll remind myself that if I ever die, I won't involve you in planning my funeral."
Post by goldcrest on Sept 19, 2021 16:41:03 GMT -5
"I see." She didn't, not really, but decided it was best to agree than to argue anymore. She stared at its head probably a little longer than necessary, resisting the slight urge to go up and give it a last poke. Just to make sure it was dead, of course. Eris glanced up at Hywel as he approached, with his stupid face and his stupid smile and the stupid way he thought himself so much more mature, so much better than she was. Or perhaps he was right, maybe he didn't. Maybe it was all in her head. He wasn't anything out of the ordinary, other than his knack for annoying her more than almost--key word, almost--any other cat had before. There were little things about him that made him interesting to her; the way he spoke, the way he hardly responded to her jabs, let her wait it out instead of fighting back.
She got to her feet, turning suddenly and sharply, adamant on leading the way back. "I wouldn't want in anyway." she huffed. It wouldn't be hard for him to catch up, she wasn't very quick, even with her consistent stride. She let a brief silence fall.
"So. . . you got any friends, or something? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't, but if you're looking at me to fill that void I'm afraid you're going to have to look elsewhere." She was a great option, in her most humble opinion, but she had no time to be meddling with worthless things such as that, even though the smallest, tiniest part of her longed for it. She pushed it down.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 19, 2021 17:10:31 GMT -5
He chuckled, already turned to a direction back to the city it seemed, but it didn't take long for Eris to jump forward and take the lead. Just like his sister, he thought internally, always the first to make sure she got to choose where they were heading. He had long since given up on trying to dictate Rhiannon and the way she worked, and it seemed that this specific trait almost carried over too. He rarely gave much care for the direction of his own life, letting the streams pick up the pebbles on the way down the river of his life instead.
Friends? Hywel raised a brow at her. Why was she asking about his friends? In the league, it was hard to really define who was a friend or not. He had thought himself a friend to Elizabeth, but weeks later, she seemed to hold him with the same distrust as when they had first met and he couldn't understand what she was angry about, or why she held him with such distrust. Then there was his sister perhaps. There was the tom he had hunted with who just so happened to be a proxy. There was Orion, sweet Orion with her shy disposition...and of course, Doefreckle, whom he didn't really know how to define whatever 'friendship' they had anway.
"I guess I do," he admitted, "though it's kind of hard to tell whether they're friends or just...well you know what the cats around here are like. They're kind of hard to read sometimes. Some of them act like we're best friends in a moment and then strangers in the next, so maybe I might be wrong about this too."
He turned to her. "How about you? I'm not sure you're the type to make friends though," he replied thoughtfully, "a lot of cats out here seem to prefer doing things on their own."
