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The light of the sun burst through the trees, illuminating one creature in the midst. The spotted cat moved in an agitated manner, a twitching bird in her jaw. She spat the creature out and struck it with one claw, watching the blood stain the grass.
She smiled to herself, and took out a chunk from the bird. Her mind lingered on the recent rising of the new Nemesis, Solaris. She had only been alive during her mother's rule, and wasn't used to any other leaders. Perhaps she should've had more faith in him, but she couldn't help feeling like the League was different without Vera.
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POSTEDMar 4, 2019 14:06:55 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Interesting that you didn't pluck any of the feathers before you took a bite, hmm?" meowed a voice as a body padded forward. "I would imagine that feathery bites are not the most pleasant, but who am I?" Altaire let out a hearty laugh, before dipping his head towards the ground. "Mind if I join you? I could use some company, hmm." He was half-confident that the sh-ecat would expect that this was him requesting to join her prey. It wasn't, though. He had already eaten. However, he was interested in the thought processes of the children of the former Nemesis. He was still rather recent in terms of his existence in Primal Instinct, only being here a few moons, and the tom was the kind of creature who was quickly interested in changing dynamics. The best way to understand the changing dynamics was to get them straight from the horse's mouth, no?
The spotted jaguar lifted her head, her eyes closed shut. It was difficult to catch Nypheris off guard - even harder to surprise her in the process. This tom did neither, but that didn't matter. She snapped her eyes open and stared at him with half-lidded emerald eyes. She let out a softened chuckle as she turned her gaze to the bird. "I prefer my prey to have a bit of flair to it." Her paw prodded the bleeding animal, its feathers disheveled around it.
"And, you may." Her tail curled around her paws slowly, like she was subtly studying him. "I take it that you are new around here?" Of course, the question was quite obvious. She had seen the tom once before in passing, and wasn't around in Vera E'tani's reign. The molly was always on top of everything, especially new members of the league.
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POSTEDMar 6, 2019 11:08:20 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
“Newer than most,” the proxy meowed casually. This was true; the father of the Mage had only been in the group long enough to produce Morgana’s heir. Well, even that was a not exactly true statement. The two had paired before his arrival, but he had been there for his daughters birth. Yet, already, he had made a name for himself, at least somewhat. He was good at that, manipulating his way into power structures. “Morgana invited me not too long ago, hmm.” His tail tip twitched slightly before he offered her a pleasant shrug. “Not that this place is particularly different than the one I left. Plenty more spots and stripes,” he flicked is tail again, knowing that part of the reason the feline was here at all was his lack thereof, “than I’m used to, but that’s about it.”
He gave her a nod, his body falling into a seated position.”You are one of the children of the former E’tani, correct?” This was his offerance of an obvious question. If Nepherys wasn’t the direct heir, she was somewhere in the lineage. Her body was riddled with the evidence. “Nypheris, maybe?”
Oh. So that's where I've seen you before. Nypheris thought. The tom had already risen to high power in the league, landing a proxy position ― however, she couldn't help but feel like it wasn't by his own skill in any way. Not that she could really complain about it, or anyone related to her. It seemed like the majority of people in her family were gifted their spots as proxies, shamans, and assassins due to Vera's power in Primal. The cats were always in a giant fight for her attention and a taste of her power, yet ironically enough, most important league members barely have a drop of her blood left. Truly tragic.
"Morgana, huh?" The spotted feline was one of Nypheris's endless cousins, buried under her memory by the distant, crushing relationship she had with her aunt and cousin. Her stomach churned at the memory. "Well then," She continued, a sly smile creeping onto her maw, thinking of the endless gruesome fates of the previous healers, "Let's hope she teaches that daughter of hers well."
She turned her head to the tom, seemingly snapping out of her thoughts. "I am, as well as a lot of the league members. I seriously can't bother to keep up with my mother's third and fourth litter." That was a bit of a bluff. Nypheris knew almost every detail about her family; just because she wasn't interested in any meaningful relationships with her younger siblings doesn't mean she didn't know anything about them.
The smile returned to her lips. It was amusing to see a new member know her name immediately. She wasn't overlooked, of course. She still was the daughter of one of Primal's most powerful Nemesis's. However, she was largly underestimated due to her being the runt of her litter. "Interesting that you know who I am. I see that you're someone who catches on quickly."
The reason he was already raising to the rank he was was truly up for debate. Many would assume it was simply because of Morgana, and although that wasn't necessarily the case (Morgana had learned of his promotion from a hunter, after all), he wasn't a cat who would make a fuss about it. Give it time, and the cats would understand why he was selected out of the masses. Not only was he fresh blood, but he was the kind of cat that was good to keep around. One with friends in all places, and a penchant for getting his paws mixed in anything he could. His influence was yet to be sweeping in Primal Instinct, but he was sure that it would be one day.
The tom tilted his head when she referenced his mate. Although there was no love between the two, her response felt... off, and there was a part of him that felt the need to defend her. Then, when he spoke of their communal daughter, the tom's ears pricked. "I'm sure she will. Ravenna-chan seems capable enough, not that Morgana is particularly patient." He meowed this with a chuckle. "What makes you hope that?"
He then laughed a little harder at the next sentence, amusement clear in his gaze. "I've noticed that there seems to be a lot of you, yes," he mewed, "although it is often hard to tell exactly which ones of you are siblings and which are a little further away. The pelt pattern is strong; I'm surprised it hasn't been more diluted by generation two or three." He offered a shrug to this.
He then nodded casually. "I've made it a point to at least make an effort," he replied, his voice easy. "Of course, I may make some mistakes, but understanding the League means understanding your family, at least at base level," he mused. Really, he had been clearly instructed to find out as much as he could about them. The tensions in the League were high, incredibly so. Yet, he couldn't just let her know that, not when she was a potential enemy.
Nypheris smirked at herself as she saw the tom's body posture change. It was truly a fun task to say things that she knew would set other cats off. It was, perhaps, in her nature to try and get under others' skin. Or maybe she hadn't, and he was just surprised she mentioned Ravenna. It didn't matter either way.
"Oh, well," She averted her eyes to the skyline, "it's nothing, really. Just that it seems being that important can have some interesting effects on you. That's all." She stayed purposefully vague and refused to elaborate on her response.
"Bengal pelts are strong, I suppose," She thought about her mother's last litter, half of whom didn't have a spot or rosette in sight. But diversity is okay once in a while. After all, the Pravian bloodline was usually very proud of their heritage. Not that it mattered anymore.
"Well, it's good to familiarize yourself with the league." She mused in a light tone. "And with your role, it's quite important. A leader who doesn't know his group is useless."