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All was quiet, at least for him. The only sounds he heard was the frantic beating of his heart in his chest, and the labored effort of his breathing. He couldn't hear nor feel his paws hitting the ground as he ran, a white beacon in the dark of the night. He wanted to slow his breathing, make it sound less panicked but the adrenaline that fueled him also refused him. A slow smirk spread across his features, and he shook his head in amusement. Why was he running at all? He wasn't afraid, in fact he was having fun. His survival instinct was the only thing making his paws move, and where even was he? He'd been so distracted in his escape that he hadn't had a destination in mind. No safe place to hide. No plan. Chuckling lightly to himself, he slowed to a stop. Almost immediately the energy he possessed in abundance seemed to dissipate leaving him breathless and aching.
"Okay... You.. Win..." Speaking between breaths the mostly white tom sat down, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. Idly licking his forepaw he ran it over one of his red ears as if he wasn't just running for his life a moment before.
Aspenstar let out a roaring laugh. There was something about the pursuit that lit a match under her like nothing else did. Hunting prey was boring, but tracking and hunting cats? That was enough to send a thrill through her. She rolled to a stop, before starting a slow pursuit around him. She had a tendency of stalking around her cornered captives in a slow circle, ensuring that once she'd got them cornered, they wouldn't escape her grasp. Her muscles remained tense, ready to attack at any moment. Excitement pulsed in her blue eye- she'd heard about this one. The elementals were always a unique hunt. And this one, she'd heard that he fed off of fear. She was excited to watch him flounder at the fact that that was one emotion she didn't experience. Even on the brink of death, Aspenstar hadn't felt fear in a very long time.
"You lasted longer than normal, darling," she purred with him, her voice slightly rugged from the heavy breathing. "Too much longer, and I'd have to get creative." Her tail flicked casually, as if she hadn't just been chasing him through the forest, weaving through the trees with ease. "Perhaps we should start with a formal introduction. I've heard a lot about you, darling, but I'd love to hear it straight from the horse's mouth. I'll start. My name is Aspenstar, and I've been hired to... take care of you," she meowed, pausing her circle to flash a large, dangerous smile.
At the sound of her voice he turned to look over his shoulder at her, apart from his red ears the rest of his coat was solid white, his eyes like her own were two different colors, one blue one red. Both assessed her with very little enthusiasm, though nothing about his posture would suggest he was anything but relaxed. Maybe even a little disappointed.
"Is that so? well, then I'm sorry to disappoint." He stood up, turning to face her fully, before dropping to stretch out his forepaws, and raking his claws over the loose earth. "Nothing, good I assume, I can't think of anyone willing to sing my praises." Though her next words caught his interest the most as he moved to stand up straight again. The playful smirk he had before was gone before he'd even stopped running, now replaced with a more stoic expression as he regarded her. In the moment there were few things he was certain of, the one at the forefront of his mind however was she was not afraid. That didn't bother him much, and he wondered, if she even knew, would that disappoint her. The thought was almost enough to bring a smile to his lips but, aside from the faintest twitch, his expression did not change.
"Hired huh? That's funny, I heard that the cats with star at the end of their name usually call the shots. So who's bidding did you get stuck doing then?" After a brief pause he spoke again, "I'm Sith, though I'm sure you knew that already."
"Oh, I generally do, don't you worry," she meowed, pausing for a moment to flick his nose with her tail. Aspenstar was known for calling shots, shots that... well... most cats wouldn't call. Invasions of groups, ritualistic sacrifice under the full moon, the tearing of powers from an elemental, Aspenstar considered herself a god, and gods made moves. She paused to stretch out her limbs, letting out a sigh as she did so.
"But, you see, my clan doesn't like my particular... penchant for extra curricular activity, and hunting down random strangers indiscriminantly is boring. There's no spice in hunting those who mean nothing, have no chance at survival. So, I opened my services. If cats are brave enough to come seek my services, which few really are, and they have a compelling enough reason, I find it more entertaining to hit for hire. Plus, then there's something in it for me, other than a satiation of desire."
"I'm not stuck doing anyone's bidding, by the way. Even paid, I do as I please." In fact, there was a reason that she had taken up the assassinship at the time she did. With ever hire, there were two options. One, she'd be able to slit someone's throat and feel a little bit better, feel the power swim through her body. Two, she'd find someone worth bringing into the scramble of NightClan cats. At one point, she'd been completely opposed to letting in outsiders if they were older than kitten age. Now, with her deputy a former Primal Instinct cat, and with every single one of her clanmates proving that they had no intrinsic value, her heart had softened, especially for cats that could be morphed into nothing more than extensions of her own will. The imminent threat of death seemed to do it for most of them.
"Sith," she repeated, considering the name. "Well, Sith, an assassin never reveals who has sent her, at least one that wants to retain a job. What I can tell you is that he argued that you were particularly dangerous. Something about how you terrorized his daughter and with every ounce of fear she produced, you seemed to be stronger. That's why I took the job, really. I thought it would be entertaining to chase down someone who thrives as much on the terror of others as I do. I, however," she paused her circle for another stretch, "don't need a fantastical power to enjoy it, though, mmm?"
"Oh, I don't know about pointless." he responded to her comment about hunting those with little chance of surviving. Until now he had remained deathly quiet as she spoke, genuinely listening but still showed no outward sign of interest in her words. "Hunting random cats down might be pointless, maybe. In doing so however, you set the tone and show outsiders that your... clan is it? Isn't for the weak or faint of heart." he paused briefly, not to gauge her reaction but, to choose his next words. "Now, hunting those with little chance of survival within your own ranks... will strengthen your stance and possibly provide entertainment, an ideal scenario for someone like you it would seem.
Though his demeanor remained unchanged, when she began speaking of why she was hired he discretely dug his claws into the earth. Everyone got it wrong, well yes, he'd done exactly as she described, but that wasn't exactly what happened. It startled with a startle, an accident. When he had tasted that she-cat's fear it was too late for them both. Instead of backing off and apologizing for what had been a misunderstanding, emboldened by her fear, feeling none of the awkwardness and embarrassment he pressed the issue. The more scared she she cat got, the more excited he got, delighted in her terror. He didn't want it to stop so he hadn't.
He wanted to protest, tell her he didn't enjoy terrorizing others that it was all just a misunderstanding, something he couldn't control. He didn't want to lie. Truth was he did enjoy it, even as a kitten he would get overly excited by a harmless game of cat and mouse, inevitably taking it too far. No matter how many times he was scolded for it, knowing it was wrong didn't take away the thrill of it, or how strong it made him feel in the moment. There was no shame, no guilt.
He shrugged, retracting his claws from the soil as she pressed him. "You're wrong about that. You have power that lets you enjoy it, it's just different than mine. You have the ability to make others fear you though words and actions. That's what you enjoy."
