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"I'm sorry, Superior, but I think I misheard you. Would you care to say that again?"
It started out as a chance passing in one of the tunnels; an encounter that was a pure coincidence of fate, that no one could've predicted the ending of.
Heading in one direction was the fluffy bombshell-blonde she-cat the held the title of Mercenary Superior, who always seemed to hold her head high in spite of the brutal scars that marred her face and chest. In her jaws, swinging from side to side in the air with each step of the feline carrying him was a small, white tom-kit with gray patches scattered across his back. Atticus-tyke was nearly too large to be carried anymore, but as he was still not old enough to be a cadet, his older half-sister preferred to carry him to his weekly check-ups in the Garden.
For the past three moons, the young tom's eyesight had been failing him; anything that wasn't directly in front of his nose grew more and more blurred by the day, to the point where it became difficult for Atticus to even recognize faces. The Guiders had assured his family that luckily, it didn't appear that he was going to go completely blind, however Gardenia wasn't about to take any chances; blindness was, unfortunately, a re-occuring problem in their family. She hoped that it would be easier once Atticus was promoted, and would be spending nearly all of his time in the Garden as a Guider Cadet.
That was what Gardenia and Atticus-tyke doing as they made their trek through the tunnels, and by pure happenstance, passed right by a certain tom, who made a certain comment under his breath as he walked past, which the Mercenary Superior happened to hear, which leads us to now:
Atticus-tyke was set down on the ground, pulled close to Gardenia's flank with her long, feather-like tail. Her claws dug into the soft soil of the tunnel floor and her sandy fur stood up on her back aggressively, all while her honey-gold eyes glared daggers into the tom's back. Her voice was low, and cold like bitter ice as she called after the Scout Superior;
"Come back here and say that again, Limavady. IDARE YOU to say that to my face."
(This thread is technically open, however please don't reply until I give the go ahead. This first part is exclusively for me and Val)
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 31, 2019 2:01:26 GMT -5
Gardenia was in his way. She threatened to take his place as Commander... She needed to be dealt with. Every cat had a weak point, and Limavady was able to spy them keenly and from a distance. This was what prompted the words that fell out of his mouth. They are carefully spoken, with a tone that is intended to infuriate. He was prepared to fight, he figured he would need to commit to this in order to get what he wanted. Strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter. He needed Post Alpha under distress... Commander Mars and Chaman Viviana would not listen to his calls for reform. The self-proclaimed vigilante would hit Gardenia where it hurt - right in the ancestry. He knew he was stepping on the snake here, but it was necessary for a real change. Family was one of the most valued assets in The Regiment. Your honor was your everything.
"I said," He spat, "Atticus will end up just like San - blind and helpless. It's really too bad you can't help him become anything more than a sitting duck. What kind of Mercenary Superior can't help her own kin fend for himself? He will probably die just as tragically as his grandmother... How pitiful."
The tunnel fell into cold silence; so quiet that you could hear a droplet of water hit the cold rock below.
Gardenia's face fell as her mind registered the words just spoken to her, her wide eyes flashing through several emotions at once; confusion, shock, disbelief, grief, before finally settling on pure, unbridled fury as her eyes narrowed dangerously. The tyke behind her let out a silent gasp at the older tom's words and quickly cowered behind his half-sister, tears starting to flood his cloudy eyes. The Mercenary Superior's lips curled back with a low growl rumbling in her throat as she began to approach Limavady in slow, purposeful steps; her gaze fixed on him as if he had suddenly transformed into an opposing predator.
There was a good reason that this particular she-cat was granted the title she was; any lesser cat would've immediately fled at the sight of her sheer ferocity.
And yet, despite the raw aggression in her stance, there was still a light of reason behind her honey eyes, even as her ivory claws scraped against the ground while she advanced.
She hadn't fully lost control...not yet.
But she only needed a small push.
"How dare you," she hissed, stalking closer and closer with every passing second. "I will give you exactly five seconds to either take that back, or start running like hell to whatever little hunting patrol Commander Mars stuck you on. He might let you off easy, but I sure as hell won't. My family is my business, and if you ever talk about my brother or my mother like that ever again, I will make very sure that you won't hunt again for as long as you live."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Apr 11, 2019 13:04:17 GMT -5
How... exciting. His green eyes glinted; he felt the hair on his spine raise instinctively. How easy it was to get under her skin... She was weaker than he thought. In the head and the heart, at least. He eyed her legs as she prowled towards him. Still, he ought to keep his distance with this one. She is bigger than him, after all. He took a step back onto his heel, ready to swerve on his ankle if need be, but he stood his ground. Maybe he didn't need to be so critical for this plan to work, but he couldn't help himself; he loved to play with the fire. "Your mother was a bat and your brother is a fiend to the fresh-kill pile. It's entirely a shame that you carry as many burdens as you do scars on your ugly face."
The words barely registered over the roaring in Gardenia's ears. For a split second, she hesitated, taken entirely aback by the cold, devious look that passed over Limavady's face as he spat his insults. At that moment, she saw herself as a young tyke again, the world disorienting and spinning around her. There, just out of reach, was the still form of her mother, unmoving and surrounded by blood. She looked up. Kotori was standing there, staring down at her with a condescending smirk, and that exact same calculating look in his dark eyes.
Then everything went black.
S n a p.
A guttural yowl pierced the air as the she-cat lunged at him, swiping her front claws through the air with the intent of striking him clear across the face. But Limavady, being the clever opponent he was, had already anticipated the move and began to turn swiftly on his heel to flee. What he hadn't prepared for, however, was that the Mercenary was faster than she looked. As he made the turn, she reached out and made contact with his face, slicing him diagonally directly under his ear...only barely missing his eye in the process. The nature of the strike threw Gardenia off-balance as she landed, having to take a moment to regain her footing before taking pursuit.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Apr 18, 2019 21:23:50 GMT -5
Ironic.
PAT-P-PAT PATPAT-P-PAT PAT... He fled down the hall with a sinful enthusiasm.
The thrill of the hunt... The pursuit of a kill... Oh, how alive it makes you feel The tingle in your gut The outbreak of emotion Oh, the satisfaction of being terrifyingly ferocious
Everything goes slow motion when your heartbeat kicks into greater speeds. He slid around the corner like he was a drifting Jaguar XJ220. Limavady felt just like a sports car... someone, or rather, something else was behind the wheel. The twist of the turn had the turkish angora, with his bloody face, facing Gardenia for a mere second. The eye contact was too similar; both not quite themselves. In them was something much more sinister than the cats you were seeing before. They were blank slates and darkened pupils with their hairs raised and perhaps nothing but murder on their minds. The scent of blood filled their nostrils. It bled down his cheek, leaking into Limavady's mouth.
An unstoppable force versus an immovable object. Which would win if they collided?
But more importantly, which was which?
As soon as she regained her balance, the creature formerly known as Gardenia took off after its prey like a bolt of lightning, the echoing of its giant paws slamming against the cold earth roaring like thunder around her. If Limavady was comparable to a Jaguar, then the attacker's pursuit was like watching an elephant sprint; a force of nature, unyielding to anything that stood in its path. Unlike the smoothness of the Scout Superior, the turn around the corner was hard and stiff. For a brief moment, it felt it's side slam against the tunnel wall before continuing down the straight, never losing sight of the figure in the distance.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Apr 26, 2019 14:44:32 GMT -5
A cackle escaped him, like a hyena having heard a joke. He turned around to face Gardenia from a good distance down the hall. Limavady saw her stampede toward him, the hellfire blazing in her eyes. Surely she was out to kill him in these moments. The heart in his chest was alive, mingling with fear and adrenaline. Kill, kill, kill! With a gleam in his green eyes, he saw her weakness flying toward him. He lingered. In her fury, her throat made for easy pickings. Did she think she was invincible? One good shot could make one swift death... KILL, KILL, KILL! He breathed in a familiar scent and snapped into more of his senses.
Shooting himself down the cavern to his left, he made break for it just before they would have collided, then swung around another corner to slip out of view.
She could not stop. It would not stop. It won't stop.
The prey's taunting did nothing to hinder its inevitable fate. She watched as he slithered around another corner like a cowardly conniving serpent. Her paws kept pounding on the ground, drumming a rhythm that matching the beating of her heart inside her chest and the ringing of her ears. A beautiful symphony of death. All it needed to be complete were the screams of a guilty criminal. Justice would be served. Finally. No mercy. Limavady Kotori would die.
Her body turned the corner. There! She could see him, running just ahead. A renewed fire within her, she caught up to him in just a few bounds. Her claws dug into his shoulders, dragging across his back as she dragged him to the ground. Grabbing his scruff with her teeth she tried to flip him over, but he lurched forward to escape. She swiped at the side of his face, then pulled again, turning him over. His back slammed hard against the floor.
She pinned him down by the shoulders, her teeth bared and really to make the final strike on his throat.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Apr 29, 2019 16:34:15 GMT -5
The tom had been running, echoing "Wait!" down the hall. Then, he was being attacked. Fear enraged the tabby as he let out a painful yowl. He instinctively extended his claws and raked his enemy's underbelly. The darkness swallowed them whole.
