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His life wasn’t always fun and games; sometimes, like right now, he had to run for his life. Despite the danger, though, he was laughing his head off. An angered snort sounded behind him and he scrambled up a tree at the far border, looking down at the small dog that barked up at him. Vile creature. He would have put it out of it’s misery but...
— FLASHBACK —
“Come at me, you cowardly pile of foxdung! Fight me! You’ll never win, your brain is like an acorn!” He laughed at the dog behind the fence before he realized the dog had stopped barking and was instead digging frantically. He deflated. “Am I really that boring to you? Fine! I will kill you with monologues! Muwhahahaha!”
He was just about to finish his final evil cackle when he coughed in surprise. His weak nemesis was now on the other side and glaring at him. He gulped.
“Uh oh.”
— FLASHBACK END —
Yeah, that was an epic twist of events. He blinked down at the dog. At least it couldn’t climb.
The dog was small, seemed to have more bark than bite truthfully. So it was with a lazy sort of arrogance Sasha approached it, fur puffed up to make him appear larger and amber eyes bright, narrowed on the small mutt. It was so busy barking at the other cat up the tree, some poor fool who most likely got a little to daring, that it barley noticed the black cats approach. Letting out a wounded yelp when Sasha launched forward to claw at it's face; sending it scrambled backward with a series of injured whimpers. Baring his fangs and letting out a vicious hiss the dog seemed cowed enough it turned and scrambled back under the fend. Most likely back to it's twoleg for them to lick it's wounds.
Turning the Dvoryane turned bright eyes towards the other cat up in the tree. No words were exchanged as he gave them a dry glance and resisted twitching the corner of his lip in amusement. "Couldn't have done it without you. Thanks for the distraction." He proceeded to say diplomatically.
The tom grinned and scrabbled down the trunk, leaping the last few feet to the ground in front of his savior. “My hero. I would’ve taken care of it myself but...” He shrugged. He didn’t want to waste the energy coming up with an excuse. Instead he gave the Dvoryanne a look up and down. “I should keep you close by in case anything tries to eat me again.”
"Ah, there won't be a repeat performance I'm sorry to say." Sasha demurred. "Normally I would never dare such a stunt, but it was such a small creature and so preoccupied with you that I figured my chances of losing were slim. Besides, if it had gone poorly I could have just joined you up the tree." He never shied away from admitting he rarely took initiative such as that. Lazy to the core and with self-preservation instincts that ran so deep he readily abandoned his family in tough times.
Rather than be affronted by the tom’s honesty, he barked out a surprised but amused laugh. “Let it be known you can share my tree any time; one’s the loneliest number after all. I like you. You’re honest and blunt.” He stepped forward. “I’ve seen you around, but I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. Name’s Rune.”
"While not formally introduced it would reflect poorly on me if I didn't know your name Rune." Sasha laughed, more amused towards his observations on his character. "All the same thought I'm Sasha. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other not though." He hummed amber eyes bright with their focus on the other. Speaking towards Rune's position in the group, and referencing his own. Both towards the top of the monarchy, through different reasons.
The white tom grinned, backside swaying minutely in his intrigue. Sasha was a peculiar tom. Blunt, down to earth, honest... but the look in his eyes told of something deeper. Any lazy tom could see a dog barking up a tree at a mousebrained cat and not want to get his paws dirty; but Sasha had made the decision of effort, one that could have risked his life. It was very much opposite of the carefree, low-speaking visage he tried to display now. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sasha. I look forward to getting to know you better.” His eyes flashed with excitement. “You’ll prove to be a very fun game for me.”
"Not another one who wants to play games? What did I do in my past life I wonder?" Sasha bemoaned, almost immediately upon hearing his last sentence. Growing up among the potential heirs to the thrown meant he was used to others trying to maneuver him to where they wanted him to be. Change his way of thinking and use him until they could squeeze nothing more from him. He had hoped that by being out of the line of succession and not having any potential to the throne he could avoid such games now. "I guess while you play your games I'll play pretend. I'll try very hard to act like you're an airhead, please try not to ruin it for me."
He grinned, bouncing on his paws. “Luckily for you, you won’t have to try very hard! Now that the dog thing’s gone, come with me. It’s time for our first game.”
"... dog thing?" He asked but followed the other nonetheless. Willing to fall down the rabbit hole, it wouldn't be the first time after all. Though he hoped if he was going to catch some sort of madness from the other he wouldn't pass it along to his kits. They were doomed enough to madness in their future. "what are we going to play?"
"We're going to play a little game called I'll ask you the questions and you give me the answers, okay?" He grinned, continuing to walk until they'd made it to the haunted brook. Climbing atop a large boulder on the bank of the rushing water, he turned and looked down at him. "Ready?"
"I suppose I am as ready as I can be with that poor description." He responded drolly, lifting a brow towards him. "Though I do have to ask, why are you up there and I'm down here? Seems a little unbalanced and I'm going to get a kink in my neck if I have to keep staring up at you this whole time." Sasha resisted the urge to sigh, knowing his hopes for a relaxing day where dashed. At this rate he should have stayed in camp with his kits, it would have been similar results it seemed.
Rune frowned. In all honesty he hadn't thought of the other tom's comfort in this situation, far too caught up in what his questions would be. He hadn't exactly thought through this game; he was just surprised the Dvoryane had gone through with it, truth be told. Yet he was in too deep now and, if he admitted to himself even in just the darkest recesses of his mind, he didn't want to lose the attention and time he had with the tom. He was intriguing and fun to hang around, if a bit dreary and detached. Perhaps it was just a facade, though, and something wild was locked within. "I suppose that's a fair point." He hopped down, choosing to sit alongside the bank instead at the tom's level. "Is that better?" He tilted his head. "Good," he decided without response, "now my first question: Who are you?"
"I'm Sasha." He returned, blinking towards the other with a little tilt of his head, seemingly confused by the others question. "Haven't we already done introductions." It was hard to tell if the tom was honestly clueless or simply playing dumb in a futile hope of avoiding Rune's question. "If you're looking for something more in-depth I'm also father to four kits and uncle to five. Though mothers for both these litters are out of the picture." The last bit might seem a little unnecessary but Sasha had suspicions towards Rune's interest and perhaps he wanted to entertain them more than one might be able to tell by his frequent complaints.
Rune shook his head, inwardly pleased by the admission but still unsatisfied. "That isn't what I'm asking." He padded along the bank. "You're father of four kits and uncle to five. Those are personal titles you claimed upon their birth." He glanced at him. "Who are you? Past the flings, the politics, the social structure." He stopped and turned towards him fully. "Who lurks underneath that cage you keep locked down tight?"
Sasha's shrewd gaze sharpened as he peered towards Rune, "do you expect me to unpack my inner depths at a simple request. Come Rune you must know better than that." He chided, tone soft and posture still lackadaisical. His shrewd gaze though spoke towards his wariness at Rune's line of questioning. Such heavy questions, ones Sasha had never had to answer. Those who might have asked in the past never have gotten the chance; Sasha running from potential disaster before it could ever strike. "So broad a question as well. Perhaps something more pointed?"
Pale green eyes narrowed and he turned, beginning to walk backwards as he stared at the tom's face. He really was quite handsome. "Alright, since you need me to be technical... What do you like to do for fun?" Rune had no other idea to get the tom to speak than to begin to launch rapid fire questions at him. At least he'd get some answers and an understanding of what the tom was like, even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted to know. His inner voice was whining at him, voicing its own questions even as he voiced another altogether. Are you single? Why are you single? How are you single when you're that attractive? Are you attracted to me in the slightest? Would you be attracted to me? What's your type? He clenched his jaw. Shush.
"Sleep." Sasha replied with a slight hum as he examined the other. Trying to puzzle out why the other was still around asking him questions when by now must would have wandered off by then. Not many found much thrill in hanging around Sasha when he was being particularly difficult. Still he could admire the others perseverance, so he decided to award it. "Or I suppose I like to wander, I don't need any real purpose when I do so I just like to see things and watch."
His first response had him biting back a toxic retort; he knew Sasha was playing coy. He knew there was something underneath that prickly pelt of his. Why was he making it such a difficult task? But when the next words left his lips, he found a shiver of satisfaction run through him and he puffed out his chest in pride. There we go, it wasn't that hard, was it? Unbeknownst to him, he'd said such a thing out loud.
"And where do you wander?" His tail twitched in interest. "To other lands? Do you cross borders?"
Blinking towards him Sasha wondered if this was perhaps a trap, and the others whole purpose of bringing him out here for a talk was to catch him in a lie. "I can neither confirm or deny that I cross borders." He replied with a little smirk feeling clever as if he had discovered a giant loophole in the question. When really all he had done was confirm he crossed borders, but Sasha was better at keeping secrets through silence rather than fancy misdirection.
