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Rune liked to ponder the imaginative; he often lived inside his head, where fantasy ran wild. As it was in the current moment, he was traipsing along a tree trunk that had probably fallen during a storm and created a bridge between two trees in the air. Treating it as a high wire act, he focused on his balance while he muttered to himself.
“If the dead came back to life, that would be so useful.” He wondered. “You’d have an army of a thousand at your beck and call.”
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 30, 2019 10:38:33 GMT -5
"Maybe, but who says they'd listen to you?" Lakeveil's lilting voice carried through the air, the she-cat sitting on the trunk at the far end of where the tom currently walked, facing him with a tilted head. "Let alone that they'd be in any state one would fine useful." The Dvorayne commented, the corner of her mouth twitching up in a smile.
He lifted his head and shot her a look in response, continuing his balancing act on the log. "How would you know? Do you have experience with them? Let me live." He grumbled before continuing his daydreaming. "You wouldn't have to worry about them dying because they'd already be dead. And in the very least they'd give the opponent a fright. Maybe give 'em such a scare they'd fall over, poof."
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 13, 2019 12:47:54 GMT -5
Lakeveil's whiskers twitched. "But what happens when you become the target? Can't have opponents to fight forever, and I doubt they'd just wait around for you to find more."
"Well that's the best way to find opponents in the first place, Lakeveil." He leapt from the log to land beside her. "Sure, hunting for opponents would end up tiring pretty quickly, but if they come to me I'll still be able to sick my army on them and won't have to continue exhausting myself with traveling. It's perfect. Win win."
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 20, 2019 18:42:51 GMT -5
"They'll stop coming, or find their own undead armies to rival you." She snorted. "The latter being more likely."
There was no such thing as perfect in her world. Something always would go wrong, and you could hardly trust anyone but yourself to get things done. It had worked that way thus far, and the Head of Sterling House had no reason to question it yet.
He sighed and slumped dramatically. "What a bore you are, a damper to snuff out the light of the day. Does it get tiring?" He tilted his head, eyes sparking with mischief. He padded toward her. "What brings you out here, anyway? I was rather convinced I'd be on my own today."
Post by Honeystorm on May 31, 2019 21:35:54 GMT -5
"Only sometimes." Lakeveil mused, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smile. Admittedly, she wasn't one for hypotheticals, especially those that could never occur. She tended to be the sort who preferred plans and actions over musings of the distant future. "Oh, I was just headed out to look for some herbs. I wanted to see if I could find any new poisons or antidotes for my collection." It was her specialty, after all, to know all the dangerous plans and how to both use them in battle, and save though in the Clan from them.
Rune made a sound in the back of his throat that seemed to translate into understanding. He chose to stay at her side, even as they continued to pad forward. Admittedly he didn't have a nose for poisons or antidotes, but he could understand how, sometimes, a situation could call for it. "Poisoned anyone lately?" He mused aloud, looking up at the sky. Was it not homicide if a medicine cat did it?
