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Deal had been in her custody for moons now. It was rather irritating to Foxstar that she'd had to wait so long to get a meeting with the Nemesis, though, admittedly, she hadn't exactly left things on the right paw after that gathering. At least right now, she knew exactly where he was, if nothing else. And now, many moons after his capture, they'd finally arranged their meeting. For today, her former mate wouldn't be present. No, that would come later. Right now, they were simply in the beginning stages, seeing what each could offer the other, and feeling out this meeting. As such, they'd met in the city. It wasn't too far from either of them, and more than that, it was a place in which they wouldn't likely be found. The sights and sounds covered up their tracks well.
They'd met on the roof of a burnt out building near the Absum Lux border, allowing them some privacy, and a rather pretty view of the city on top of it all. They were unlikely to be disturbed here, by human or cat kind, which was ideal. Not to mention the multiple escape routes, of varying safeties, if things went south.
A fence surrounded the edge of the roof, preventing accidental death by losing your footing, and it was here that the High Priestess sat, tail curled around ebony paws while she waited, watching the city through the gaps in the wire fencing, everything going on it's way as if there weren't important things about to happen just above their heads. Monsters wound around twoleg nests, and twolegs the size of ants walked fearlessly on stone ground mere foxlengths from the monsters that seemed to so terrify the wild cats. All in their own little worlds, with unknown goals and destinations.
The Priestess sighed softly, already bored of waiting after a few mere moments, though she expected it would be just a bit longer before the Bengal made her presence known. On observation, the fox-hearted feline was just the same as usual, long auburn fur and ebony legs, though her usual adornments in oranges and gold had been replaced by a much dangerous looking crimson and ebony paint, for reasons unknown to anyone but the cats of SunClan. It was, perhaps, fitting for this meeting, however, as it gave the ivy eyed feline a much more sinister appearance. Which, given the topic of discussion, Foxstar found amusingly appropriate.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 12, 2018 14:35:44 GMT -5
With the turn of the season, the state of the league had been on a steady decline. The news of poisoned prey had not yet crossed the borders; no one outside of Primal Instinct knew of its quiet struggle. It was no secret, however, that the savages were growing more and more restless. It had been many moons since the decimation of Moonclan, and given Vera E'tani's history, the forest itself waited in fearful anticipation of who the league would strike next. It was never a question of if, but when. And yet, Vera E'tani had remained silent. To the outsiders, they would wonder why. Speculation would take over. Was she pregnant again? Was she ill? Had she finally lost her mind after the devastation she went through? They would be wrong on each account; the Nemesis was a calculating creature, and those who spoke the most had the least to say, indeed.
Clearly, her hardships had not taken a toll on her self regard; Vera's attention was still a reward to be earned, not gifted. The Nemesis had taken her time in arranging a meeting; she had not come to enjoy Deal's company, per se, but rather the effects of custody. However, with winter approaching, she could no longer justify wasting resources on him, and he was worth much more to her alive than dead. So, Vera had decided to hand him over to none other than her quasi-enemy, Foxstar. It was both a jab at Glowstar and an olive branch toward Sunclan. Vera was no idiot; she knew her league's limitations, and keeping Sunclan as a potential foe was not a logical move.
The Bengal empress arrived neither early nor late, emerging onto the rooftop within the acceptable window of time. Her timeless beauty could now only be found within the depths of her chartreuse gaze; her exterior pelt bore many scars of past physical trauma. Her sable labyrinthine markings were now intertwined with new mediums of charred flesh and healed lacerations, but within the league, her cicatrices were revered almost as much as the trademark Bengal pelt itself; brutality was the law of her land. She moved with the same regal grace she had always possessed, but there was a more sinister sense to her step now. Following the tragedies of her siblings, Vera E'tani had become the most dangerous form of life: one with nothing left to lose.
"Foxstar," she greeted the other, unabashedly locking her chilling gaze with that of the High Priestess. Her voice was coated in septicity; it was an infectious sound to befall upon unaccustomed ears. "You seek out a deal." Her statement was not interrogative, and no sense of humor crossed her expression to indicate the intention of the pun.
