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Viviana was one of the most powerful cats in the Regime. She had the power of life and death in her paws, both figuratively and literally. A cat with these powers, ones gifted with the blessing of the Blind Protector, was not an individual that one should attempt to make upset. She, like her counterpart Mars, was slow to anger. However, her anger was less contained. She had managed to hold it off in front of the tykes, but that was simply out of practice. She was not going to sink to the levels in which the tom who she had summoned had, not in front of children who knew no better. Yet, it was bold to think that he was going to get off without any sort of reprecussions. He was bloody ignorant if he thought he was going to escape the paws of the Witch.
"You're late." She meowed, her voice furious but cool. "As a soldier, you should know that when commands are given, it is only proper to respond to them immediately." The large black-brown she-cat's eyes were trained on the tom who's body shifted towards her. "I find that your audacity is quite astounding, Limavady, to attack my soldiers and then appear in my presence even a moment after you were called."
Her claws sheathed and unsheathed into the earth. She had not communicated with Mars to see the punishments that the Commander had given to him. Quite honestly, she had no interest in how Mars handled the situation. She would handle it as well, in a way that would make sure he would never cross the healers of the group again.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 5, 2019 0:54:31 GMT -5
The brown tabby-striped Angora stepped up to the circular plate. He sat down and neatly unraveled his careful tail over his paws. Limavady always held his chin up and sat tall; that is what he had a spine for. The truth was that nothing scared him unless it was bigger than a fox and had it's eyes too close together. Nothing! No, The Chaman did not scare him, not even with her flaming eyes and inflated attitude. She didn't have the gall to murder him right now and that was the worst she could possibly do. Ah, death... Perhaps that was another thing that did scare him.
Lakota had taught him patience with spiteful words long before he became a Scout. Viviana held a similar air as that of his own nagging sister, but unlike Lakota, he understood that he would have to follow Viviana's orders. So like any good soldier, he did respond immediately. Nobody ever said it was urgent enough to run, however, but he wasn't about to remind her of that. When was the last time any of these cats went as far out as the borders? Did they even realize how vast the world really was? No, they rarely wandered to the top!soil to begin with. They were missing out.
His green eyes blinked slowly. In them, behind the blank stare, he was sad. The anger that had turned them emerald and flashing with cold callousness had disappeared in the hours he spent above. The trees did a mysterious number on his character. It was always when he came down that his chest felt tighter; there was no air to breath down under. Why was it that he was roared at whenever he told the truth? "I did not attack them." He breathed out more of the obvious, "My claws have never severed skin of my own kind."
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POSTEDMar 5, 2019 22:21:33 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
As if to mock his sentiment that his claws had never hurt any of his kind, the Chaman's paw slammed across his face. Of course, her claws were sheathed, so the blow was little more than a slap, but it was quick and unavoidable, using all of the strength that she as a guider apparently shouldn't have had. Her eyes flashed again, a warning. Keep it up, and I will do it again, only harder. She lacked any patience that should be associated with the head medical feline of the group, at least when it came to situations like this. Well, really, any situation. Viviana just wasn't patient.
"You are right; you didn't claw them. However, you did something much worse. You insulted the very livelihood of half of the group. Not only did you make a fool out of yourself, but you made a fool of my soldiers. You asserted in front of kittens who were excited to be there that the medical field was worthless." Her voice was cold, clipped. "You are very lucky that we were around the tykes, for if you would have spat that in any other situation, I promise you my claws would have severed skin of my own kind." She let out a laugh, but the laugh was dark, hateful perhaps, not a sound that should have been even possible for a cat in her position.
"You have approximately two breaths to explain your behavior and your motivation before we continue, Limavady. What made that okay to you, other than pathetic pride?"
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 6, 2019 22:22:42 GMT -5
The flare was immediately put back into his optics. Limavady hadn't expected her to lash out, but he took the hit. When his glare returned to her, they held a deeper hatred for Guiders than before. His pupils narrowed into angry slits. "Just look at you now." He pressed a paw to his cheek, then checked it for blood. There was none, but regardless, he growled, "No self control. You think you can do whatever you please. So it is that you can, but you have lost all my respect." He put his paw down and snarled.
Fur bristling, he continued, "Of all cats, I thought you would be able to understand. So it seems you are just as ignorant as the rest. Live on in denial of critics, Viviana. I have only ever offered my vigilant eyes for the betterment of The Regiment. All my life I have looked out for you and here I am seeing you disregard everything for your own ego. You are weak because you allow your feelings to get the better of you, you are weak because you deny that there is anything wrong whatsoever about your sector. So be it that you are blind to the possibility. At the very least I refuse to lie to you. Blame me for it all you please."
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POSTEDMar 6, 2019 22:59:35 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
She laughed, a noise that would echo through the tunnels for much longer than it could. How ignorant could the tom be? Did he really think that she valued his personal assessment of her? After making an absolute fool out of himself? She shook her head. She laughed even harder when he referenced her ego. Was this happening? Really? She almost couldn't believe her ears, yet, he looked absolutely serious.
"What was I to understand, Limavady? That you're a pretensious topsider?" Viviana shook her head. "With the parents that you had, I would think that you would understand the Regime at a depth greater than that of a toddler. I'm disappointed, frankly, that you cannot look past your own nose. However, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. A parent's influence does not mean their child will be anything but a selfish flea." The she-cat shifted her weight, giving a pause to the weight of her sentence. Your mother was a Commander, she had to understand the workings of the group, how the group survived. It was because of the workings of all four sectors. How pathetic that you've strayed so far from her footsteps.
"I do want to speak to you a little on irony, though, whether or not you are a disappointment to the Regime and the cats that came before you. You say that I have ego, yet you are the one who cannot see the value in an entire half of the regime. You have put yourself on a pedastol that, frankly, you didn't deserve. Your ego is so full that you targetted as weak the medical field in front of children who were excited to learn, excited to find their path. Do you know that I had to console a kitten who worried that he would be worthless because he was interested in medicine? Your own pride won't let you see that. You see nothing but yourself. And then you dare to say that my ego is large?" Viviana was trying her best to speak with as little anger in her voice as possible, but the very bristle of the cat explained that she was quietly furious.
"What am I supposed to understand? Spell it out for me. Explain why you're more important than the parts of the group that give up on the natural instinct to hunt to provide care for both the young and the old, than the smartest cats of the Regime who work together to try to cure the incurable. Explain to me what I'm not understanding, where my understanding of the balance of the group is wrong."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 15, 2019 15:26:36 GMT -5
His ears flicked backward. His mind closed off to her words. His heart began to pace. A gleam of blood lust glazed over his dangerous green eyes. → Kill, kill, kill her. Kill her where she stands. Rip out her throat and smear it in the sand. ← He shut them tight, then pulled his chin to his chest. He took in a shaky breath and then let it go. Shut up, shut up. It took him a several moments of silence to allow his fur to lie flat again.
When he reopened his optics, they were sad once more. His crinkled nose loosened. His claws had extended into the stone, but he retracted them now and tilted his head slightly to crack the kink in his spine. How he hated her for smacking him... It riled the monster he was deep within. He would never forget it, but killing her now would not get him what he wanted. He sighed to relax himself more, but his tail twitched at the tip. What could he possibly say to help her understand? It seemed every time he opened his mouth he was met with malice. Perhaps it was better to be thought a fool than to open his muzzle and prove it. It was obvious to him that he would not be able to change her mind. What a fool he was indeed to think the Chaman might accept his ideals.
All he could do was stare at her. He was appalled by the sight before him, met with a wall he where he would not be able to reach the other side. Why couldn't anyone see that they were being ripped apart by this system? The more they went their separate ways, the more they began to lose their compassion for one another. His heart felt another stabbing pang and it began to pace once more. → If you have a problem, kill it. Kill it. ← He closed his eyes again, fearing the windows to his soul. How frightening he felt to himself. He looked as if he might begin to whimper. He shook his head despairingly and spoke hesitantly, "...I apologize."
He wasn't sure if he meant it, but the words came out before he could truly assess his own intent. Dejectedly, he stared off at her feet. How was he to change the disorder he saw? Speaking of it only ever brought him more and more pain. Gruesome images of blood on his paws flashed before him. Then, the rotting corpse of his mother. His sister, helplessly unconscious. The angry face of his brother, sneering at him in his mind, and the discombobulated opinions he found day in and day out halted his will to fight further with Viviana. Nothing would change no matter what he said to her today, so why bother? He was surely better off keeping silent, better off with his hopes high and his head low. He shook his head to himself.
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POSTEDMar 16, 2019 12:37:34 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"Did I ask for an apology?" The answer to this question was clearly no. Although, perhaps, an apology was suited for the situation, it would fix nothing. Apologies meant little to her, especially when she continued to be riled up. Apologies were poor attempts to patch things over, to fix things that she was unconvinced were able to be fixed with such topical treatment. This was something that she was unconvinced could be fixed with topical treatment.
"I asked you to explain to me what you think I am too daft to understand." Her words were flat, the flint-side of a stone-blade. "If there is some great wisdom of the universe I have yet to find out, I would like you to walk me through it." Her voice softened slightly, but there was still steely frustration seething in it. Her ear twitched. There was a part of her that did want to understand, one that wanted to work through her anger. This part of her desired to see what was going through his head. Had he addressed his concerns like a logical feline, this would have been the side he was met with, the analytical side that desired to understand the world around her. Yet, he hadn't. He had decided to go about it with an outburst in front of children, so he was met with the fire-breathing dragon that lived within her chest. Act a beast and be met with a beast.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Apr 22, 2019 12:25:45 GMT -5
Hm. Act a fool to catch a fool. However, his little act did not seem to get through to her as he thought it would. Viviana was stronger-minded than he anticipated. How bothersome. He kept his sulky demeanor, but as he was staring down at her feet, his whiskers twitched. Agitation. Even so, she was still open to hearing more of his words. How dangerous.
When he looked up again, his eyes held a soft authenticity, as if he was thinking deeply about his actions. In truth, he was thinking about his actions... But Limavady was a good actor. The placid look on his face could have been mistaken for genuine self-reflection. He wasn't just a hunter of the forest, but a hunter of the mind and soul. He looked over his cards as he stared her in the eyes. He saw the weakness in her; the kindness in her heart that wanted to understand his chaos. This trait was what has gotten so many killed in the past, and what will come to murder many in the future. Here he was, walking the thin line. He had to be careful with her. He held his cards close.
"When we are born," He began, "We are thrown into a cage, Viviana." This part was earnest. Lying was a give and take routine, but when you are filled with chaos, the truth becomes blurred anyway. "We are raised to believe that tradition is the only way. But what if there is something greater than routine? Why must we separate each other into different sectors, different classes, different beliefs? Different clans, different perspectives. I understand, however, that we all have different dreams..." He pursed his lips. Perhaps he was speaking too much of his truth. "Even though we are all..." He hesitated. Sometimes, it was too easy to spill your soul.
