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just putting it here i’ll fill this out properly soon but
bermondsey is chillin in the deep dark forest where some funky ruins are tldr will flesh out when i’m alive again and not taking a dump
ok I'm gonna be serious now cracks knuckles
The night had a smell to it unlike any other, and deep in the forest, Bermondsey found solace in the way the wind whistled in brief intervals, the way the flutter of the leaves left everything to the imagination. In a weird sort of way, there was something about this forest that drew him in, in more ways than one. There was an energy in the air, crackling hot and fiery, running like a brook in the forest...
He wasn't sure what it was exactly, the prickling feeling that ran down his spine, but wandering through the forest at night, he found himself revisiting what seemed to be stones, all pointed towards a pillar with markings all over it, adorning it in a strange, mystical manner. What was this place? He couldn't understand it, the pillars, the writing, but it felt like something sacred. It must've been somewhere sacred.
She was restless, and her mind kept wandering to trivial thoughts that didn’t matter as she tried to settle in and get comfortable. Finally, she sat up and took a slow breath. Her paws began moving before she even fully decided where she wanted to go. She dipped into the trees and sniffed the air, thankful for the fresh scents of the forest as opposed to the stale and familiar stench of her fellow League members. Juno enjoyed the quiet, the serene. The silver grey cat made a bee line to a special little place she found a while back. It wasn’t hidden or anything but most cats didn’t slow down enough to notice it. She had only been here a handful of times but a indescribable calm settled over her when she visited. It meant something. She didn’t know what, but there was something about the place that felt ethereal.
Juno pushed through the brush into the small clearing, his scent hitting her a moment too late. She had never seen another cat here, much less the second in command of the League. For only a heartbeat, she was a bit star struck. What was he doing here? The moon shone through the tree tops and spilled onto the forest floor, illuminating the strange stones in such a way that they appeared as though they held a power that they almost couldn’t contain. She didn’t have a relationship with Bermondsey. She couldn’t even recall speaking to him. Only curt nods if he had a task for her to do. She was not one to go out of her way to speak, but she thought this was a good opportunity to perhaps raise her standing with him. Impress him, even. Juno swallowed hard and stepped closer, “peculiar, isn’t it?” She spoke, her voice low and breathy, almost in awe.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 5, 2021 18:00:46 GMT -5
Juno was lucky she was downwind because Bermondsey would've quickly disappeared if he had known another cat was following him. He had inherited his paranoia from his father, it seemed. He wasn't the kind of cat who enjoyed socializing. Perhaps if he had been socialized properly like a normal cat at a younger age, that wouldn't be a problem but here he was, finding himself unable to be anything but rude, snappy, or downright avoidant.
Yet, luck would have it that she was downwind, and at the sound of her voice, he immediately turned, green eyes flashing as if preparing for danger. The warden wasn't always so jumpy, but something about this part of the forest, the peculiar stones and the way everything seemed to point towards some twisted folklore or some strange rituals he knew nothing of...it made him more wary than usual.
"Yes it is," he replied after a moment of contemplation, his brow still furrowed. The forest was new to him, and with it, came new things, strange landscapes, and a need to familiarize himself with a new environment once more. He frowned, unfamiliar with this cat. Was she new? He hadn't seen her around before. "I haven't seen you around the city before; are you originally from here? This forest?"
After he acknowledged her, Juno stepped closer, tilting her head to the side as she peered at the stones. Crowds made her nervous but she seemed to fair better one on one. She settled back onto her haunches about a foot away from the tom, the slight glow of the stones and the moon brightening her already icy blue eyes. She looked down at her paws, her tail curling neatly over them. That was a loaded question. The corners of her mouth twitched just slightly up in just a flash of a smirk but it was gone before it could be noticed. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly, glancing up at him.
"I am. Well, the city and the forest. I was a bit of a wanderer," She said, letting her eyes fall away from him as a small huff of a chuckle escaped her, "Along with my brother...couldn't quite find where we belonged, or what we wanted." She added. She hadn't been apart of the League for long, but her wandering days were over. She was made for this, and her fierce loyalty had found its home.
"Are you liking this area? The new territory, I mean?" Juno asked, glancing around as if she were gesturing at the land around them. It was a beautiful place, really. She had flip flopped between the city and forest for many moons, but always preferred the tranquility of the trees.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 10, 2021 4:31:06 GMT -5
The question was simple, and at this point, Bermondsey was certain that most cats who found themselves in Primal Instinct were simply wanderers who had stumbled into this trap and ended up staying like people lost at an IKEA. At least they weren't being hunted as sport, he thought to himself dryly, but it was a far cry from how he remembered it. Stragglers looking for home certainly was different from an empire built upon fear and rage and a deep-seated need to never be seen as weak again.
So some cats really did have a decent relationship with their siblings. "I suppose the two of you are close?" he mused. He had never been close to his siblings. Perhaps his sister Safiya was the closest thing he'd call a 'decent' relationship but she was...different. She had never been meant for a place like this, and the others were all psychopaths or neurotic to the point of disaster.
"It...takes some getting used to," he frowned, "it's more familiar than the city at least. Reminds me of home and yet it's different. Kind of a strange feeling being here, I suppose. Did you grow up among the trees or the city?"
Juno tilted her head to the side at his first question, as if not sure how to answer, “We are. He’s…very different than I am, but our overall views are the same,” she paused, frowning for a moment as memories flipped through her mind, “It wasn’t easy, joining this group. We really had to prove our usefulness and there are still skeptics that believe we are spies of some sort sent here together,” she chuckled at the idea, though it wouldn’t mean anything to Bermondsey. He didn’t know them so he had no reference to judge them by. “That’s why I mostly keep to myself, and end up here on restless nights,” she added, gesturing towards the stones.
“I like to think I’m more comfortable in the forest now, but I was born and raised on the streets. Amaru and I…” she closed her eyes tightly, flashes of all night battles, days without food, and tightly snuggling into her brother from the cold flooding her memory, “struggled for a while.” It was true. They fought like hell to get where they were now. It was only recently that they ventured into the trees and found Primal Instinct. She opened her eyes again to meet his, “The forest was a welcome change, but presented a whole new learning curve.”
This conversation was odd. It was so casual and…polite. She half expected him to order her back to camp when she first arrived. She was so nervous at first, at the thought of speaking with the Warden, but now was completely calm. Almost like talking to an old friend. This wouldn’t last. She was a one on one kind of cat. This wouldn’t happen if there were others present. They would go about their lives as they always had, hardly acknowledging each other, “What brings you here at this time of night? Did you know these stones were here?”
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Post by achromatic on Sept 12, 2021 13:26:27 GMT -5
An exhale of a sort left Bermondsey’s nose. Of course no one trusted anyone here; those raised in the heart of the league never trusted anyone. He was the same; trust was almost impossible to earn with him. After all these moons, he still felt like an outsider, but perhaps he’d never stop feeling that way. He was born on the outside of this society and it wasn’t something that’d change just because he came back.
He did understand hardship, but there would be no sympathy in his eyes. Cats like them were meant to suffer. Perhaps at one point he’d consider himself an exception in a selfish way; he was raised to think that others needed to work hard, to suffer, and all he needed was to strike fear in the hearts of the commoners to rule with an iron fist, but...life had turned out to be more complicated than he thought.
“Then I suppose you’ve found yourself the perfect place to continue your struggle,” he mused, more to himself than to her when her next words made him frown. If there was one thing Bermondsey didn’t like, it was to be perceived in any real way. Information was a type of power after all.
“Do you believe in magic?” he asked instead, fixating his green eyes on her, “not the type of mysticism they call magic by cats who claim they can breathe fire but in other things. Ghosts. Cats coming back to life. Demons and all of that?”
She smirked at his words. Yes, life was a struggle. Life in Primal Instinct? Even more so. She understood that. She seemed to be a little more out of place than her brother but she was managing just fine. She was quiet and wasn’t one to look at. She didn’t stand out. Life happened to her, Amaru happened to life. It was why they were such a good team, and it was why he thrived here. She was no stranger to working hard, because she had to work at it.
Did she believe in magic? She wasn’t completely sure she knew how to answer that question. She had seen miracles occur and she had seen evil deeds that had no explanation. She had heard things, guidance from her late mother. She had always thought of it as a trick of the mind. She didn’t have time to delve into such things. She turned to him, meeting his eyes, “I…am not sure. I suppose I do.” She decided, furrowing her brow, glancing again at the stones. This was peculiar enough. “Do you?”
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Post by achromatic on Sept 20, 2021 17:36:15 GMT -5
He had heard of the rumours, from more than one source. There was something about this world that seemed different from when he had first been borne to it. Cats who could come back to life. Cats who had seen ghosts. Cats who could...gods who could...things that could...Bermondsey wasn't so sure he believed in any of this, yet...if some of them truly spoke the truth, he was witness to such magic all the same.
"They say that the league's spilled so much blood on its land that the ground itself is cursed with its ghosts," he spoke offhandedly, "you may not have been here long, but don't you think it's strange? How the sun never shines on this forest? How the deeper you go, the less birdsong you can hear? They say that some of these places are haunted by the ruined empires of our kin."
His lips had twitched to a smirk, his beady green eyes glancing to the other cat for a singular moment. "I hope you don't have enough ghosts in the past to warrant any misfortune." It was unclear whether his dry tone was an attempt at some twisted humour, or whether he was serious about it all.
