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Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Oct 7, 2018 2:32:55 GMT -5
EAST MEADOW renegade regime territory
LEVIATHAN OF RENEGADE REGIME needs more skeletons in his closet
The air was crisp. Wildflowers danced all around them. They would be gone for the winter, but today they were throwing a party. Yellow eyes, bronzed by the falling sun, gazed up from the hilltop. He was born on the other side of that peek in the distance. He had grown up beyond those jutting rocks. Leviathan sat with his platoon as he recalled traveling through them. He realized now that he could barely remember... It had been so long ago. He feels like he remembers something, and then he feels heavy deja vu.
THE ASHLANDS
TIMESKIP circa. before it all went wrong
The night is dauntless. The shadows watch over them. Sounds of felines purring in their sleep fill the caverns with a comforting air. He is sleeping soundly in Post Alpha, back-to-back with Lakota. Back then, she was a Mercenary. A few moments pass for them to dream of catching mice. Suddenly, Leviathan is awakened. He hears nothing as his ears prick and his yellow eyes flutter open. Dazed and confused, he scanned the perimeter, finding no reason for alarm. A tired sigh escapes his muzzle, and his head rests again on his paws. He shifts and curls himself, bringing his tail up over his nose, and closes his eyes once more. A few hours pass. Dreams engulf him, and he is running through the forest.
Trees shake as he passes, and he feels as though he is a winged lion. Prey scurry into their burrows, and he is roaring past them. Dodging a boulder and leaping over a log, he skids to a halt when he reaches the tree line. Before him stand mighty mountains, higher than any pine tree he'd ever seen. He froze in fear as they seemingly towered over and leered at him. From behind, he could hear his roar from before begin to echo back. As it gained volume, Levi turned his attention back to it, only to
"LEVI! GET UP!" Jolting upright, Levi shook his head and narrowed his eyes at her. The expression on her face, lined with worry, caused him to fret. "What is it Lakota?" Beyond her, he could see that every soldier was up and moving frantically towards the exit. He pricked his ears to hear coughing. The air foretold smoke, spelling out that danger was near. "We must go." He looked to his sister once more and nodded in understanding.
They all briskly headed for HQ. Cats gathered from all posts. "Where are we going to go?" Inquired Lakota. Levi shook his head. "We can't stay here." All around, murmurs and the smell of fear-scent wafted in the room. The fragile air broke when someone cried out, "FIRE IN THE TUNNELS! THERE'S FIRE!" Gasps and shock hit all of them, and someone else called, "THIS WAY IS BLOCKED!" A panic broke out as more and more felines began to flee, and more closed routes became discovered.
It blurs from there. Even the sound goes away. He remembers grabbing Lakota just in time to pull her out from from a falling branch. The fire cackles and his comrades are fleeing for their lives. It seems he can't run as fast as he did in his dreams.
Snap back to reality op there goes gravity
He focuses on a tiny Purple Owl's Clover. Levi scrunched his face at the memories, and blinked his way out of those terrible thoughts. Here he was again with his platoon, peacefully lazing on the hilltop. They were to guard the east meadow overnight. Godspeed.
Excitement. He could feel his pulse still high with pride intermingled with joy, the high of having a purpose, of nobly protecting his group. It was what he had trained for. And yet, at the back of his mind, there was something that felt wrong. He had what he wanted. But he was alone.
Braxton was still young, the weight of his promotion still fresh in his mind. His position was an unexpected one for him. He'd followed a different path that most of his friends, being that most like-minded cats to him had chosen to go off and be guiders or hunters. And yet now he sat there, surrounded by his fellow mercenaries, and yet feeling entirely out of place. He was good at his position, skilled, but that didn't translate to a good social life or fitting in with those around him. It felt to him it should, but reality proved obviously otherwise.
So? Would he choose to accept being alone? He hadn't accepted a path a path as a guider, he hadn't accepted the fact he wasn't the most obvious cat to be a mercenary. He'd overcame that. Why should this be any different?
The tom's eyes gleamed as he observed his surrounding and those around him. Most cats already were teamed up with long time friends, chatting among themselves, or clearly deeply engrossed in their job of guarding. It took him a while, until his eyes landed on Levi, deciding that, perhaps, the tom would be more willing than some of the other cat around.
"Hey." He greeted, padding over with the most charming smile he could muster. "I'm Braxton. It's nice to meet you." He greeted, trying his best too look more amiable and not as closed off as his typical posture often indicated.
