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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 11, 2019 11:05:47 GMT -5
How anyone could tolerate the snow, the Sun God didn't know. It was cold and it was wet, the latter being far more important to him, as the tom absolutely despised getting wet, perhaps because the fires that usually threaded his fur couldn't burn brightly when your fur was anything but dry. Today, the fires were gone, though not for the deity being wet. There was a cat he wanted to talk to, but he couldn't do it as the Sun God, at least not yet. No, that would come at a later date. He could already imagine Limavady's reaction to realizing the random loner he met one fateful day would soon be the same being to hold the Superior's fate in his own paws.
That was enough of his internal monologue, however. If he just kept standing here, musing about the future, well, the day would be gone before anything had truly gotten done, and wouldn't that be annoying? So the tom walked at an easy trot from SunClan, heading for where Limavady was located. No longer was he the Sun God, a massive, powerful creature of legend, one who ought to be worshiped for his mere existence, but an average cat. Actually, he wasn't really average at all, the concept was one that escaped him. If nothing else, his appearance would indicated a breeding almost exclusive to human's pets, with a large MaineCoon frame, gold shaded white fur, and burning amber eyes. Though it most certainly wasn't normal, for a loner especially, there had been more bizarre cats that had lived in the clans at times, and he could be passed off as an interesting anomaly. Hopefully, anyway.
Today, he was Jivana, an arguably handsome cat, but unknown to the cats that surrounded him. It was an odd feeling, to limit one's own power to a near mortal level. Why anyone would be okay with such a fickle, powerless life, he didn't know, yet he supposed not everyone was so lucky as to be a god. Ah, but he wasn't here to dwell on the worth of the lives of the cats who worshiped him.
Bringing his mind once more to the task at hand, he continued on his way, towards an unsuspecting Superior of an underground society known as the Renegade Regime. Terrible place, really, living in the dark all the time, but soon, he'd have saved Limavady from there, at least.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Feb 11, 2019 17:17:03 GMT -5
The wind carried with it an icy sting upon his nose. It was snowing gently and ever so slightly diagonal. Limavady huffed a snowflake off of his muzzle. About 5 degrees of his body warmth billowed out to escape him. This was terrible. He couldn't feel his feet, he could barely smell a thing. The Turkish Angora descendant was out in the cold, tracking innocent creatures to their deaths. This was his duty; he believed it to be the right thing to do for The Regiment even though others refused to step foot outside. Yet, here he was, stuck out like a sore stump against the blank white sheet of snow that had fallen over absolutely everything, beginning to regret his decision... Nothing new. He trailed on. He was in a meadow, or at least that's what it would have been in the springtime, heading for cover under hemlock trees where he'd become more camouflaged.
He felt better standing next to the tall, looming hemlocks. His dark brown, tabby-striped pelt was not so obviously spotted against them. He circled the first one he came across, examining the outer layer. The bark is reddish-brown when the tree is young but darkens with age... He blinked, and then his prying green eyes looked up the skirt of the evergreen, surveying the branches for prey. The further he peered upwards, the more shadowy it became. These trees were bound to have knots and decomposing holes for squirrels to cower within.
A paw raised out of the snow to press against the tree. His claws extended hesitantly, but then he thought better of it and released his numb hold. He sighed out 3 degrees, his breath forming phantoms. He'd surely sign his death wish if he climbed trees right now - he still couldn't feel his paws. No good. He shied away from the opportunity, slowly turning to leave and walk on through the forest. A gloomy cloud seemed to shadow over his features now, and his tail nearly dragged. What good am I if I can't even catch a squirrel?
His paws flattened the ankle-high blanket with every drudging step. Some parts of the ground in this area were still visible due to the cover of trees. Nothing was out here, so it seemed. The birds had flown away. A disturbing noiselessness plagued the forest without their songs. It felt empty. Limavady felt a million miles away from anyone worth speaking to. A whole 8 degrees liberated itself in his next sigh, and he shivered.
Their paths seemed to cross in an instant, a bright cat, large and intimidating, though no larger than any other MaineCoon cat might be, and one of a darker nature, discontent with his life, though he seemed to have convinced himself otherwise. And though he'd been hidden before, by snow and trees and wind that hid his scent, the deity stepped out before the Superior, a look of surprise on his features as he came across another living thing out in this dreary cold. As if this meeting wasn't predestined to occur.
"Well, don't you look bleak. Something on your mind, stranger?" He caught himself before calling out the tom's name, the words of carefree greeting rolling off his tongue with unworried ease. Even with limited power, Jinava had nothing to fear, and this lent itself to an open personality, coupled with the shaded cat's natural energy and air of authority that couldn't be shaken, no matter how unassuming he may appear.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 13, 2019 0:04:17 GMT -5
Limavady shrank back in surprise and arched his spine, "Who are you?" With flattened ears, he braced himself to fight if necessary. He hadn't heard anything, he hadn't smelled anything. How did this feline get so close to him without being spotted a mile away? Infuriating. His glare emboldened and then tightened into tiny, narrowed slits.
