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Inner city life, inner city pressure The concrete world is starting to get ya The city is alive, the city is expanding Living in the city can be demanding
He never thought he'd be here, of all places. As he wandered the dilapidated halls of the abandoned – though still thrumming, oddly, with unspoken life – manor, he reflected on the decisions that brought him here.
He thought the worst he'd have to live through was his father. Zodiac was, for lack of a better term, a monster. A creature that had no reason to exist in this plane; a darkness that deserved to be snuffed out.
The time he had with Genesis was brilliant, despite its short life – he had everything he could ever want and friends that wouldn't betray him. For just that amount of time, life was bliss.
Then he found himself lost. They'd been outed to a Twoleg catcher; it came with its contraption meant to snag them and trap them and they'd split up in their panic. The plan was to meet up again at their usual rendezvous point; he didn't get that far. Before he knew it, he was on the other side of the chainlink fence, staring at the forest with the city behind him.
He didn't know what possessed him to continue into the dense darkness of the trees, but before he knew it he was surrounded by strange feral cats unlike any he'd seen before. They banded together, similar to a gang, but different. Before he knew it they had taken him to their leader. He would have made jokes about aliens, but he was far too nervous and tense. Their leader was... bizarre. He couldn't get a proper read on him.
And now he was here. A member of the league, stuck in this manor. What was his purpose? What function did they see in him that kept him alive? He shook his head, burnt orange-crimson eyes gazing around himself at the cracked walls and musty paper hanging off of them in places. It smelled like dust and decay. He could see why they liked it. It fit their group personality. They probably used the imposing structure as an extension of their intimidation tactics.
He frowned and stopped in front of a door, unsure of how he'd gotten there; he hadn't seen this door before. Where was he? He looked behind himself. Foxdung, he thought to himself with a clenched jaw.
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POSTEDJun 29, 2019 19:58:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"You seem to be a bit misplaced." Marchosais noted as he appeared at the end of the short hall leading to the door. His blue eyes bright and intent as he considered this intruder into his space. Though perhaps intruder was to harsh a word. He had never claimed this room officially, it was just known to be his own. Not that he thought anyone would possible stumble upon it tucked away as it was. But it seemed his own arrogance was proving him a fool once again.
He padded the rest of the remaining distance to stand beside the stranger, pushing a paw against the door that swung open easy. Doorframe having lost it's integrity long ago and buckled so the door never probably shut. Making it easy for him to slip in and out of the room without perhaps finding a hole in the wall or a window ledge like other parts of the main house. "You might as well come in though I suppose if you're here."
