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The smile on her face, the one limited to just her right side, was even more twisted than it normally was as she looked at her masterpiece. The body at her paws was almost completely destroyed. Blood turned most of its white pelt crimson. Thomas, Shae thought his name was, had been through an excrutiatingly slow death. Of course, most cats that entered Shae's chambers did such, died slowly and painfully. But, this one, this one was different. The violence that was taken was almost stunning; there were few spots where the feline's body wasn't covered. If a cat didn't know Shae, they might wonder how she had managed to walk out virtually unscathed. The answer was found in Yumemi-kepa, the young cat that had been appointed Sage. Yumemi was eager to please, and so tasking the she-cat with finding a herb combination that would paralyze but not kill was easy.
She gave the body one last nudge over the Primal Instinct border. She was not particularly shy about the fact that her scent covered the body and lingered in the air around the corpse. After all, she wanted them to know. She wanted Primal Instinct to know that she had finally risen to the top, and she was fully prepared to take her full revenge. Picking a Siamese was purposeful, as well. It proved one thing; Marchosias was next.
"Ta ta, for now," she purred with a bit of a chuckle, before disappearing into the darkness of the night. Part of her had wanted to stay to watch the cats who found the body, but she knew soon enough, she'd get a reaction.
After all, the games had just begun.
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POSTEDJun 5, 2019 19:17:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
It was not rare for Marchosais to be out within the territory, away from the main grounds and the hustle and bustle. The tom was not shy of speaking towards his distaste for responsibility. Preferring to divvy it up among his proxies and let himself enjoy a throne without a crown. His steps were soft as he lost himself in the silence that enveloped the area, the morning sun just rising over the horizon; his slept having been uncomfortable plagued with some sense of unease that had left his pelt prickling.
He was not the superstitious sort but the feeling had still sent him fleeing the main house and out into the open air. Having told no one of his departure, though he was sure someone would have words to say about it later. The cry of a raptor had him rising his head to the sky, peering up to see the wide wingspan of what was perhaps a vulture. The body to heavy to be an eagle or a hawk of any sort. It seemed to be circling the edge of the territory ahead, and while vultures among the league were not rare; the residents knew better than to leave the dead within the territory.
It was enough to have the Nemesis moving towards the shadow of the bird, wrinkling his nose at the stench of blood as he grew closer. Steps slowing as he saw the bloodied corpse, the scavengers picking at his scattered at his arrival. Letting Marchosais E'tan move closer, peering down at the cat that bore a striking resemblance to him. The Siamese pelt still distinguishable despite the wounds wrought. Lips down-turning with distaste he took a deep breath and his frown deepened at the scent of Asbum Lux.
It seemed someone was unhappy with him. "What a wonderful start to the day." He muttered as he dipped his head back to stare at the sky; already feeling a tantrum coming on.
Since becoming Assassin, Elyon had taken her duties very seriously. The she cat was still less than a year old, and she had taken to sneaking around March, following him like a shadow. It was like a game, if he noticed she was there she failed. However, since he knew she was around at all times she counted it as successful if he didn't spot her in the first few minutes.
She poked her head out from some weeds when she noted the awful stench, slipping out of her hiding spot to come over to March. "Blech," She grimaced curling her lip. She didn't recognize the cat, but she knew enough to know that this kill wasn't by a lazy league cat. Innocentia would probably eat them for leaving a kill for the scavengers like this.
Which meant.
"Someone's trying to send us a message with dead cats," Elyon said firmly looking up towards March, pleased with her deduction. "A threat to PI, smells like.... not like clans, like those other cats." She said. She hadn't encountered them much, and when she'd gone on her mission to collect eyes, names, and homes didn't matter. "The ones that aren't us or the regime. Seems like they want to make some waves..." She poked the corpse.
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Marchosais looked at her from the corner of his eye, getting the same thrill of delight that struck him whenever he saw Elyon. Such a lucky find, it made him feel emboldened at times; thinking back to his siblings putting down his dreams of becoming something more. Yet here he was ruling the league, and with a cat clearly devoted to him beside him. Sure his proxies could perhaps be counted as unknowns but that didn't mean they were un-loyal. They had simply not proven themselves to him as Elyon. Shaking his head he looked back down to the body, taking in her words though she said nothing he hadn't already pieced together himself.
That didn't mean she didn't add weight to the situation; speaking what he knew aloud. Driving home the urge to rage. Someone had come onto their territory to leave this message. And while he was sure the victim wasn't from the league that didn't change it was still a clear slight against them. "Asbum Lux." He filled in for her absently, mind turning over as he tried to decide what course of action would be the best to take.
"From what I understand their leader holds a grudge against us." Information learned from Senescence and Solaris when he first joined PI and became Nemesis not even a moon ago. Having wanted to know who Vera had put on the opposite side of the league with her behavior. He had asked about what Solaris had done to potentially make enemies, but the orange tabby assured him his time as Nemesis had dealt with internal issues rather than external.
The golden she cat considered this. "She must be awfully emboldened by the league's being quieter." She noted. "I heard from Innocentia we once painted our borders with cats blood! Maybe we should do that again and remind her not to mess with us. We could use Lux cats, but it'd probably send a message to them if they try something and find our borders bathed in blood." She noted. "if we use lux cats it might drive them to see their fellows as martyrs rather than a warning."
Her ears pricked forwards. "I could go raid twolegplace or the rogue lands if we need blood!" She offered. "Though I'd probably need some help to get enough." She muttered tapping a paw to her muzzle thoughtfully. "Like i imagine there's only so much one cat can do, scare the masses none of them will follow their leader to a suicide mission. And then we get her for tresspassing on our lands!" She declared proudly. "It's a good plan right?" She asked eagerly, her blue eyes bright as she looked up at him expectantly. "Or we could also just go and strike Absum Lux, we'd probably lose cats though, not all of them are as strong as you or Innocentia." She said her eyes getting starry eyed as she mentioned her two idols. The two cats who in her mind were the closest things to parents. And since she'd never had parents, her mind decided that idols equaled parental figures.
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POSTEDJun 29, 2019 0:33:51 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Marchosais E'tan barley paid her any mind, already having in his mind what he wanted to do, something that would prove a great disappointment to his assassin. Blue eyes considered the corpse for another moment before he nodded, mind made up. "Rather than such drastic measures, I think we will first try our hands at being civilized. It's a personal grudge she holds, and one against a cat no longer even among our numbers. Whose remaining bloodline I stripped of any remaining power." He shook his head the more he spoke the more confused he became by the others motives.
"I shall inform her there is no fight to be fought with us as those she wishes to fight are gone. A simply conversation seems like a good way to settle this." He hummed as he glanced towards Elyon, his expression firm as he prepared himself to listen to her protests. His decision so far of her suggestions.
