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RIELLE PUFFED OUT HER CHEST, GIVING IT ONE LAST LICK AS SHE STOOD AT THE BORDER. The delicately painted Egyptian Mau had to make sure that she looked presentable if she was going to do this, which she was convinced she was going to. Her dual-tone green eyes blinked. Why was she doing this? She still wasn't sure. The rogue knew that there were plenty of other places that she could take residence. But, that seemed too easy. If she was going to join somewhere, she was going to join the place where her brother had influence already. Her lips twitched at the idea; she could only imagine the face that Altaire would give her when he saw her frame. They hadn't seen each other in moons. Even before he left the Empire, the two had become estranged. Perhaps that was what happened, though, when kittens were the result of a broken relationship. The mother would take one, the father the other. Their father had had the first choice, and of course, he chose Altaire. Altaire was the better choice, after all. He was slimy and charming and devilish, the perfect heir for a rogue group from the inner city. Her mother, then, was left with Rielle. Small, delicate Rielle. She had tried to protect her daughter from the darkness that had her father had infected her with before it was too late, but, such efforts were useless. Rielle was destined to be the same as her brother, a monster. Her monstrosity manifested differently, though. She was not charming nor particularly suave. She grew to be dark and arcane, much to her mother's dismay. Quietly intelligent, angry. It had been no surprise, then, to her mother that Rielle would one day leave the nest in search of the Empire, in search of the power that had been as much birthright to her as it had been to her brother. Diana had tried to prevent Rielle, but Rielle was set on the decision. It was a disappointment, then, when she finally found the rogue gang only to learn that her brother had taken off. Taken his power somewhere else. Still, she had been re-energized. She would find him. She would prove that she was just as much worth a throne as he.
Such dedication led her here, to the border of Primal Instinct. Of course, she wasn't stupid. Intelligence had been a gift that had been alotted to her just as much as it had been allotted to Altaire. Nor was she suicidal; she had no interest in the territory running red with her own blood. Because of that, she knew it was best to just sit, do not cross the border. Do not do anything stupid. Just wait patiently, Rielle. They'll find you eventually, and you won't have intruded.
The distinctly colored form of Kasdeya moved into view in Rielle's left field of vision, and it didn't take long for her blue eye and orange eye to find the cat sitting patiently at the border. It struck Kasdeya as suspicious, and impressive, that a cat would trek this far and wait on a sandbar to find Primal Instinct. After a moment of deliberation the white Huntress moved to Rielle, pausing a fox-length away. "What do you want?" She asked, impertinent but not aggressive. She knew that if this stranger wanted to attack, she would have by now- and there was no hiding places for an ambush, so that was unlikely as well.
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POSTEDApr 30, 2019 14:40:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Rielle turned her head in a single, fluid motion. Her ears pricked forward and the corners of her lips twitched. "You must be a cat of Primal Instinct, hmm?" she meowed, although the observation felt less like a question than it perhaps should. Why else would the cat be here, though? She blinked twice, a silence coming between them. "My name is Rielle. I'm looking to join a particular feline, and rumor has it he's made this his home."
"Yeah? What's his name?" If she gave an unknown name this might all be a ruse, but if it was someone Kasdeya knew it might be legitimate. The gray streaks down her cheeks seemed brighter in the harsh sunlight, which beat down across the two she-cats. She didn't give her own name- not yet, anyhow- but simply waited. It wasn't uncommon for cats to seek out Primal Instinct, even now when they were so far from the clans. They were well-known, and they took anyone who could pass the initiation tests. Kasdeya didn't care much for initiates, but she supposed they were necessary.
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POSTEDMay 1, 2019 10:37:26 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
There was a part of Rielle that wanted to say something sharp, like wouldn't you want to know. However, she wasn't stupid, and she understood that such actions would get her no closer to her goal. Still, she paused for a second. Was it smart to give up his name so soon? Did she have other options? Her tail twitched slightly, before she sighed. She supposed she really didn't. "I'm looking for my brother, Altaire." If her sources had been right, the feline across from her would know the name. If her sources were wrong, Rielle had wasted an entire journey coming to an island so far from the city, something that she would be slightly aggrivated at. "I'd say we look alike, but I'm prettier." The two didn't look alike almost at all, other than both of their statures being smaller. "My tip said he's lived here for several moons, long enough to make a family."
Huh. So she was here on seemingly legitimate grounds. Kasdeya considered her words, giving the she-cat another once over. "Altaire is here." She spoke simply, not wanting to reveal his Proxy status, or his kits with the Shaman. If he really was her brother, he could tell her himself- not that he would meet her before initiation had begun. "He does have a family, as well. But you have to be serious about joining- we aren't kind to newcomers, and you won't see Altaire until after the first few days."
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POSTEDMay 6, 2019 22:47:14 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Rielle didn't let the relief that she felt pass her gaze; after all, it was best to keep a poker face. Still, there was a part of her that was relieved that her source had been correct. After all, it meant that she was done looking. After a moment of silence, she nodded. "What better do I have to do than join? The life of a rogue gets old after a while," she meowed with an undeterminable tone. She had plenty better to do, but it seemed like this was the most direct way to acheieve her goals, and Rielle was all about goal achievement. "I'm serious about joining, and I understand the condition that I won't see my brother dearest at first."
"Sounds good to me. Lucky for you, I'm one of the new prison guards, so you'll be seeing more of me in the next month." Kasdeya motioned for her to cross the scent border with a toss of her head. "Follow me, and don't do anything dumb." With that, the wiry she-cat took off towards camp, keeping a steady trot as she wound through the thick beach wood. She wondered how different this humid setting was for Rielle- Kasdeya had certainly had an adjustment to make when she first arrived here with Primal Instinct.
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POSTEDMay 8, 2019 14:08:21 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Lucky for me, eh? Rielle fought the urge to snort. So, her sources had not been wrong about the nature of Primal Instinct cats, either, had he? Perhaps that's why her brother fit in apparently so well. Instead of snorting, though, she offered a curt smile and a nod. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything stupid," she murmured as she followed. "Do cats normally try funny things after crossing territory borders? That seems like a suicide mission," she mused, trying to be more of a conversationalist than perhaps she was. She was generally more aloof, but she, like Altaire, knew how important first impressions were.
