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Quartz sat on the border of the badlands, watching the wind twist the sand up into the air. She blinked grit out of her eyes as the wind changed directions. The young huntress had never set foot out of the Verdancy, for she had been born here. She knew not of the old lands or the trials the League faced previously. Her life was rather idilic all things considered, there had not been murder or treachery in her family just simple abandonment. Though by no means did that mean she was soft, her emotions only showed towards her siblings as she had trouble trusting a lot of league. Almost everyone seemed power hungry and she couldn't exactly discount herself there either. Though in light of recent events she wasn't willing to stage a coupe, not that she ever had. To her power did not have to be in the public, it could be just as useful behind the scenes. As she thought the sand drifted around her, an ever moving sea with its own currents.
Her tufted ears flickered around as she heard the softest paw-steps coming up towards her. She did not bother to stiffen her body for it was highly unlikely that it was someone who wanted to hurt her. If she was wrong a relaxed body would deal better with impact and would spring into action easier. She reopened her eyes to look over at her companion. The white she-cat was now tan with the dust that stuck to her fluffy fur. It was times like these that she gave up on keeping her pelt clean, as long at it was not matted it was not going to bother her.
The League hadn't been part of the Verdency long, all things considered. It was only this past winter they'd arrived, bringing all manner of chaos and death with it. Senescence had been one of those to make the journey, a member of the League from a time long past, from before Vera or Solaris had ever been a thought in the minds of the cats of Primal Instinct.
It was funny really, that the leadership seemed so keen to keep her for their own. First Roxanne, then Duriel, and now Solaris. Third time's the charm, right? Once more, she was a Proxy, a cat supposed to be respected for their strength, but if anyone watched her, they'd wonder how she ever made it this far. She was rarely around, so it seemed, off and about wherever she liked with no warning as to when or if she'd return, and when that wasn't the case, she could often be found lounging in trees.
Of course, most weren't insane enough to try their luck. Scars riddled her rust and shadow laced pelt, pale lines crossing over what seemed like each and every part of her fur, from her shoulders to her legs, and even her throat. Burn marks from a fire back in the League's old territory rippled up her flanks, long healed, but telling of one of the many brushes she'd had with death. By now, the two were old friends, locked in a dangerous dance with the Proxy daring for him to claim her, yet never falling victim to any of the challenges she took on.
Her footfalls were light, but not silent today, the large feline walking through the sand as though it didn't exist, mismatched eyes of haint blue and blinded violet trained forward onto Quartz, though no emotion shone in the half-blind feline's gaze. Much like the huntress, her body was relaxed and loose, with a bored expression that revealed nothing even to the trained eye. "Just going to sit there are day?" Senescence deadpanned, head tilted in question.
"I might, there is only so much to do on this island" She returned to look at the sand. Quartz had never run into a non-league cat. Either they had been wiped out by the league or there never had been any in the first place. Though perhaps if they did exist they had learned to hide very quickly. There was of course hunting and patrolling to be done, plus the occasional animal that decided to bother the league. It left her with a lot of free time and very little to do. So here she was at the edge of the desert.
"I don't suppose you have any ideas?" She turned her head to look at Senescence. The proxy was a mystery to her, though it was hardly unusual no one seemed to know much about her. Quartz, on the other hand, didn't have many secrets. She had grown up in the league, her whole life out in the open. It also had been an easier life if scars where anything to go off. Their pelts were even different, a soft white painted with grey versus black slashed with ginger. Yet they both seemed to hold back emotion.
Post by Honeystorm on May 30, 2019 19:36:29 GMT -5
( Hey look, I didn't forget this thread. )
"Get off this island?" The Proxy suggested with a shrug. Indeed, there were few cats outside of the League anywhere they roamed, so it seemed. The only non-league cats that Quartz might recognize were the kits Senescence herself had discovered hiding in the badlands. She'd killed their mother and taken the kittens to the League, though it was hardly a kindness to them to let them live. "Seems like as good an idea as any. Though if you'd much rather lie around all day, who am I to complain."
