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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 16, 2019 22:33:59 GMT -5
{{ Primal Instinct's Camp }}
The night was dark and it hurt. The prison had been her home for more moons that she wanted to count, though in the corner of her small, hard-won space Cordelia had tallied almost twelve moons since her incarceration. Her pelt, once luminous and silky, was crusted with dirt and rusty blood, flecked with scabs and scars from the territory scuffles in the pit. She spent every day, every hour, even minute plotting how she would repay Kotori for his betrayal to the Regime and her imprisonment. She felt much, much older than she was. In fact, she would really only have just been promoted to full scout a few moons ago, making her tenure in PI that much more soul-shattering. She knew that if, no, when she finally got free she would be met with a Regime she didn't know full of scout cadets unfamiliar to her and tykes she would never have imagined existing.
She blinked upwards, relishing the relative silence the night brought with it. Most of the other prisoners didn't sleep either, knowing how vulnerable a cat is when they're unconscious. They all learned the delicate balance between rest and consciousness, and right now she was straddling it. She couldn't remember the last time she got a full night's sleep, or had a full belly for that matter. All of the svelte muscle she'd earned during her time as a scout cadet had withered into hard lines, there only from repeated use. She was so thin her ribs protruded like a grisly reminder of her status, and her eyes were bloodshot from stress and lack of sleep.
Exhaling, she began to drift. This was the state she loved the most. It was in times of drifting that she could rest her mind and disappear into the darkness of twilight sleep. Her muscles were coiled tight and ready to spring if she was touched, but for the moment Cordelia was in repose. In this state her age began to show, revealing her to be little more than a young cat in an adult's body. She looked vulnerable asleep despite the angry scar marking her right cheek and blood-soaked fur. It was a glimpse into the cat Cordelia might have been, if she'd been allowed.
"Cordelia," His voice was whispery and sly with an alluring boyish heart throb rhythm that he gained from his father.
He slipped into her prison as though he were made of shadows moving from point to point. Appearing from the entrance to beside her as though he could enter from the darkness itself. His half white face illuminated clearly in the night. She could see his claws before they came, but they made it to her chin tilting her head up slowly, "The light hasn't left your eyes."
His claws released the frame of her face, "I'm taking you back home. I was a coward before, but I'm brave now and I will bring you back to your family willing or not. You can always murder me tomorrow, but tonight, you're going home."
Post by Honeystorm on May 16, 2019 23:33:35 GMT -5
The crimson temptress stood at the edge of the prison, a silent companion to her brother's plans. Zakiyyah understood what Cordelia had suffered, perhaps because she'd gone through initiation, had suffered the same sort of abuse at the hands of the League cats, save for a few glaring differences. Her time had both been significantly shorter, and she'd killed a cat, an innocent to secure her place in the League. Cordelia hadn't had that chance, and the former Spy doubted she'd have taken it anyway.
Usually, the dressed feline wore her secretive smile, but for tonight, the huntress wore a stony, cool expression, looking at Cordelia as though the feline were a stranger to her. And wasn't she? Zakiyyah had left her place as Spy in the Regime for a place by her littermate in the League. They couldn't have had more different reactions to the events that had transpired. "We should save the chatting for once we're on our way. There's only so much time before someone notices what's up, and who knows if Senescence will be around to help." Or if their proxy cousin would even be willing to help at all, for that matter.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 16, 2019 23:46:39 GMT -5
Cordelia's muscles released, launching her forwards and bowling Kotori over. It took her a moment to gather her bearing and realize what he'd said, but it changed nothing about her reaction. Her claws sunk into his skin, though her smaller form and starved state made it impossible for her to truly pose any threat to Kotori. When the she-cat above began to speak, Cordelia whipped her head up, cursing herself silently for being completely unaware of two League cats so close to her.
"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing with me now, but it'll take one hell of a good reason for me to not end his miserable life right here, right now." Her voice matched her appearance, gruff and hoarse. She'd strained her vocal cords moons ago, and since then she hadn't regained the ability to speak much louder than a raspy whisper. Still, it carried an unseen menace that she'd honed during her time in prison. Two traitors to the Regime offering to help her escape? Name-dropping that a Proxy might even help her out? If this wasn't a trap she wouldn't know what was.
"If I step one paw out of this prison my punishment will be ten times worse than normal. You're sick for thinking you can tempt me into causing my own pain and misery. You can both go suffer and die for all I care, just get out before you wake the others up and get me in trouble."
"And if we get caught, we die. So much as talking about this is enough for it in the League." Zakiyyah retorted with a slight sigh. "What happens if you're wrong? You get more pain and misery, or get the sweet relief of death and finally being able to rest with the Blind Protector. If you're right. You get to go home. Is that not worth the chance?" Her head tilted slightly as she spoke.
"Unless you've become a masochist and would rather stay in this miserable prison for the rest of your life. I'd come along now, because this might be the only chance you get."
(Okay so I lost the rp, but it's in my watchlist now xD)
Kotori's paw moved quick as a blade socking Cordelia hard in the throat to make her speaking even weaker, "Well we tried, help me drag her out of here."
Kotori bit down on Cordelia's scruff, he wasn't exactly a big or even average sized cat which made it harder when kidnapping, but he'd make do. Knowing how he dealt with Cordelia before and how she consistently talked back to the league there was no arguing with the stubborn fur ball. He began to drag her towards the exit being careful to avoid the usual main entrance where there were guards. He supposed no one questioned them because it wasn't too unusual for cats to come into the prisons to knock a prisoner around for fun, but that time in Cordelia's life was over whether she wanted to believe it or not. He kind of was hoping this would be more painless for her, but he cared more about getting her the heck out of here. If she stayed it would be far worse than whatever he did to her.