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The birdsong rained down in a sweet serenade, and for a moment she could believe they were bidding her welcome.
Silksiren drank it in contently, as she began to descend down to the valley of dark oaks that spelled the League’s territory. She hadn’t participated in the recent attack on the mansion a few weeks past, instead being selected to man the camp while the bulk of their fighters were dispatched. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t pay a spontaneous visit. She wasn’t technically supposed to be here — for many reasons of course — but Silksiren had a willful streak. No matter her assignment, she needed some breathing room to do as she pleased every now and then. It reminded her of her independence, and eased the creeping sense that she was just claws for hire; perhaps it was just her ego talking, but nevertheless it kept her well-behaved when she needed to be. An episode of misbehavior every now and again kept the assassin straitlaced at all other times. Sneaking out of the camp hadn’t been easy, but she had her ways. Sneaking back in before her absence was noted would be… interesting. But those problems could be grappled with later.
For now, she was simply admiring the land. It had been a while since she’d been her last; when exactly? When Aspenstar and Regulus had treated? Gods, that was ages (and many wars) ago. She wondered who would treat with her today, as she scanned the undergrowth. She wanted to be discovered by one of these Primal Instinct cats. She wanted to get in trouble today.
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"Thought you were dead, quite honestly." Came a voice, one that seemed smooth and dark all in one note. A black and white tom stood near, ears upwards as he gazed at the cat. He slid a smile along his lips, as if it were a bit of a smirk. "Just like we thought Kate might be dead too, or is she also alive?" He asked, brows raised as he flicked his tail behind his form.
His eyes bore into the feline, though he showed a lack of welcoming to it.
“I’m not easy to put down,” came Silksiren’s reply, as cool as the breeze. The ashen she-cat took a pause from admiring one of the oaks to regard Bellamy with an expectant gaze, as if she’d been counting down the seconds to his arrival. But of course, their meeting here was pure coincidence.
“'I thought you were dead,'” she echoed in a fake-gruff voice, trying to mimic his own, “that’s not a very gentlemanly way to greet a lady.” She tut-tutted, but still, a shadow of a smirk graced her lips — it was satisfying to be seen for who she was for the first time in moons. She almost felt a pang of homesickness, a desire to follow the familiar path back to the mansion. But at the same time, she wasn’t quite ready to throw off the mummer’s mask yet.
In regard to his question, which still hung in the air, she observed him with a trace of laughter, her smile practically saying how cute. “Concerned for your sister, Bellamy?” She leaned back onto her haunches, and wrapped her tail neatly around her paws. “I’ll save you the suspense: she’s alive and well. Err — well, it depends on how you’d define well, but she’s still breathing at the least. Kier still has her resting on a silver platter if you want to go rescue her.”
His eyes bore into her, but a slight smirk had rested on his face. One that seemed amused, but also intrigued. When she mocked him, he took a slow step forward a chuckle slipping from his lips. "Oh, is my voice that funny?" Then her words slipped over to his kin, and he found his smirk fading for a moment as he gave a loud snort. "She's my niece, not my sister. However, I could care less if she died."
A pause.
"I was named assassin in her place, so in truth, I was quite hoping the little thing would have passed. A pity." He shook his head, blue eyes seeming less angelic. "I think she should stay there, so I can stay right where I am. Would be a pity, to see such a useless kitten where I am, don't you think?"
