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It was strange. Hywel had never been the type to be tied down. He was the kind of cat who had lived on the roads, in empty barns and makeshift dens. He had never been the type to be attached, simply live and let live really, was his policy. The tom would find himself flirting with any cat he fancied wherever he was, leading to...well, an occasional few issues here and there, like getting kicked out of a place for flirting with a cat's mate or so, but other than that, he had never let himself attach his roots to anything.
Until now, he supposed, but wasn't that why he was here, in the alleys of a city he no longer lived in, hoping to be lost among the strangers instead of dwelling on the thought that perhaps part of him had found its roots, creeping like vines on a cracked brick wall, trying to entangle themselves into something?
He didn't know what it was, but all he knew was he wanted something else. Wanted something to get his mind off of things. Spotting a familiar silhouette of a certain tom, he smirked, before sauntering over. "Oh hello stranger," he spoke with a grin, "fancy seeing you here."
Likewise, Cezra's only purpose was to defy the legacy he was born to shoulder. He wasn't the mate and three kids and white picket fence type, the cat that would curl up beside someone and sigh happily and talk of a future with anyone, the kind that made decisions for the benefit of another. He did things that benefited himself and what he craved in the moment.
He had a lot of fun. Way more fun than a life running the family cult ever could have afforded him.
There was nothing quite like lying beside a tom on a bed of laurel, their symbol for chastity...as well as triumph - and, oh, did he triumph. As he slunk down the city's alleyways now, his coat reeked of the plant, some leaves still snared in his pelt. He didn't have much of a purpose for being here to this point, just another warm body in a city full of them, but he was delighted when his gaze met some familiar baby blues from afar. "I could say the same for you. Missed me so much you came all the way out here for just a chance to see me?"
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Post by achromatic on Oct 8, 2021 17:06:00 GMT -5
Had it been anyone else, maybe Hywel would've felt a little bit guilty, for using another cat for his little one-night stands or whatever, but he had met Cezra moons ago on a little hunting expedition and everything just seemed to naturally fall into place. They were two cats who didn't care for much, who lived day to day without much thought to what the future held, who took pleasure by its reins and found themselves entrenched in a different type of darkness than the one they grew with. There had been some kindred spirit right there, and with the added fact that the other cat responded to his little flirts and teasing? That had been a plus too.
"Always," he grinned, "what, can't a cat come around these places for a little bit of fun? Or do you own these streets now? Should I be calling you the godfather? Planning on spilling my blood across the floor? Oh it'll make such a mess."
Cezra purred, low and husky in his throat. "Now don't tempt me with a good time, my friend. Godfather is one of many things you could call me," he winked, the words like silk. He'd be lying if he said Hywel's company didn't both entertain and satisfy him in many ways. They were kindred spirits; molded by the lives they left behind, irreversibly changed by it, but fueled that into more interesting sins than wrath. Lust had always been his favorite.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 10, 2021 13:32:51 GMT -5
The tom’s face flashed with amusement as he made yet another innuendo. Oh of course he could call this cat many things but surely he wouldn’t give in this easily. With a languished roll of his eyes, he gave Cezra a smirk. “Oh there’s plenty of things I can call you, like maybe tonight?” he teased in a low, sultry voice, “what are your plans for tonight? Any murders to commit? Or are you indulging in other types of vices?”
"No further plans for tonight," he confirmed, a wicked glint in his eye. Somewhere not too terribly far away, a poor lad who'd been swooned by his charm lay baptized in his own blood, but Cezra had since washed himself of any residual evidence of that. Were his teeth red tonight or was that just the glow of the overhead streetlight?
He gestured Hywel to join him with a wave of his tail, then brushed it against the other tom as he did. "So what kind of fun were you looking for out here?" They both knew the answer to that. "There are plenty of...unholy things to be done in these alleys, though I think I do have something that may interest you."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 11, 2021 6:51:13 GMT -5
Knowing Cezra, that glint in his eye never meant anything good, but Hywel had long since ignored that sign of danger. At the conversation change to the vices he wished to indulge in, his eyes darkened for a brief moment. Gods, all he wanted to do was get over everything that had happened in the past few weeks. In reality, Hywel probably needed a therapist, but tonight?
"Anything that makes me forget," he spoke almost immediately, a wry smirk on his face, "whether that's something I indulge in on my own or with a...kindred spirit. What do you have to offer, medicine man?" His eyes were playful, but it was clear there was something darker lying underneath that innocent little face of his.
For tonight, Cezra could be his therapist if therapists listened with their bodies, with hungry touches and soft nips to the underside of his throat. He was overly qualified to apply that kind of help, but first...
Most two-leg structures were quiet, existing, but for the incessant bustle of warm bodies coming and going from within. Cold winds erupted from the strangely mobile entrances, the languid tom fluffing up his coat in response and shifting closer to the other tom, until they passed a particular alleyway and he undercut Hywel, redirecting their course. As they meandered further in the darkness, an unpleasant cacophony could be heard growing stronger, vibrating, thumping, pulsating. "After you," he invited with a playful bow when they reached a hole missing its vent, "may all you seek await you inside."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 14, 2021 11:06:38 GMT -5
"Am I finally going to go to one of those magical parties I heard all about?" he mused, eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight, "you know, cats outside of the city talk a lot about what they can find here. Lots of dogs, lots of humans, human nests as far as your eyes can see, but the only thing that ever drew me in was the talk about finding good looking toms and parties to go to."
He brushed against the other tom, his tail drawing a line along his spine as he did, the half-lidded eyes were inviting, asking Cezra to entertain him tonight. "So tell me, how do city cats party? You'll have to teach me everything."
