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A pair of jagged, yellowed razors tore through the flank of a now deceased cat. He did not mind the taste of this one. The dead feline's meat lacked the tenderness Omega expected, but a meal that fought back had never disappointed the hunter before. The entertainment of catching his prey and watching the light leave its eyes was immeasurable. It filled the tom with a feeling of incredible power. Omega knew this fleeting feeling all too well, but at least he felt something.
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POSTEDJun 28, 2019 22:27:09 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Oh dear," She sighed as she pushed into view from the dark undergrowth, looking at the mess Omega was making. She took two steps closer and watched, almost entranced as the blood turned her white paws red. Glancing up with golden eyes her gaze held judgement but what the results of that judgement were lost among her hard gaze; a stone refused to be moved. "Omega, darling, did no one ever teach you basic manners?" The sigh was heavier this time, more pronounced.
"I hope you're going to be cleaning up after yourself?" Her gaze wandered as she spoke to him, words lofty.
Omega snorted at the she-cat's dry, questioning words. "Probably not. Who cares if I'm covered in blood." He ripped a foreleg off of his prey and tossed it at the she-cat's feet. 'There's plenty if you want some." He didn't expect her to eat. Whoever this was seemed to enjoy the finer parts of life and had little taste for the cruel life he embraced on a daily basis. He turned his prey around and started chewing on its back. Soon enough the sound of cracking vertebrae echoed in the dark forest. His icy eyes glimmer with satisfaction when he pulled a single vertebrae from the corpse. He placed it on the forest floor and started to clean the small bone of its gore.
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POSTEDJun 29, 2019 19:51:05 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Blood is a pathogen for all sorts of diseases." She pointed out mildly, pushing the leg away from her though her expression was as serene as always. Despite the new blood splatters cutting through the white fur higher up her legs. Companion markings to the stick coating that made a red glove for her forepaws. "Though I must admit, you have a rather strikingly strong grip." Her head tilted as she considered the hunter, noting how easily he dismembered the poor thing that had managed to fall prey to his darker inclinations.
Idly she wondered how long it had taken him to grow so adept towards the process her was showing such proficiency with now. Where there those that had escaped him perhaps, that now walked with horror stories and scars to tell the tale.
(Sorry for taking so long. I started work this week and I've been adjusting.)
He chuckled and shook his head as he continued to clean the detached vertebrae of any residue. "And? In war I'm sure you swallow some blood. I don't see you getting sick from that." He dropped the vertebrae onto the soft earth and rolled it around with his paw. "You don't want to eat one of your own. It's certainly understandable, but I'd insist you try." His eyes glistened with a mysticism lost to the ages. "Some even say consuming the dead can grant you their knowledge." He finally stopped toying around with the bone and picked it up in his jaw. He could still sense the taste of the salty fluid previously contained in the spine, but it would fade with time.
"Sadly I don't listen to hearsay from those who have not even names to reach my ears." She responded with a raised brow and slight smile. "And I believe there is a large difference between accidentally ingesting some blood and feasting on a whole other cat. Regardless I didn't come out here to judge you for your... proclivities." Mother E'tani took a step back as she waved her tail and hummed wondering if she should not go seek out someone else. His tone when insisting she try had irritated her, she didn't do well with presumptuous behavior.
He raised a brow and ever so slightly shook his head. "So you're telling me that you aren't the least bit superstitious? It's hard to believe, but that is not important." He prowled past the Nemesis and sent his paws into a bush. Leafs began to rain off the shrub in a storm as he rummaged through the forest floor. "Spare me that talk. As a leader it is your job to judge my habits. You'd be an idiot not to, and I don't take you for one, yet." In an instant the shaking stopped and a small, almost imperceptible grin flashed onto his face. He revealed a vine necklace of vertebrae from the foliage and untied the knot to slide the newest vertebrae onto the necklace. The imperceptible grin grew into a wide smile as he counted each of the bones. 24. It was time to start a new one soon.
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POSTEDJul 13, 2019 22:42:19 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"How flattering of you." She grinned as her head tilted and she considered if sending the assassin to kill one of their own hunters so soon was a mistake. Briefly she considered using Omega for her exhibition she had planned but then pushed away. It would most likely be too difficult to subdue him enough for it to work, though with Funk agree to supply her with poisons she supposed she shouldn't dismiss the idea. Mind made up she decided she would keep an open mind towards disposing of him.
"I judge the habits of yours that affect the league. You eating cats doesn't effect us as a whole it just makes a mess and attracts carrion birds. And perhaps it had traumatized a few trainees, I can't say that for sure though. I don't make a habit of speaking to them."
Omega knew this Nemesis had an aura of power, but he did not yet know what type. He ascertained that one part of it was mystery, but the unknown alone had never guaranteed power in the League. Something sinister lurked in the depths of Mother's mind. He could see the tip of this iceberg, but nothing beyond it. Perhaps if he showed the monster in him then the monster in her would make an appearance.
The hunter slid the necklace on and shook out his fur. The bones rattled like stones rolling down a cliff. It was a death rattle in the most literal sense. "You're choosing to think that my habits don't affect the League. I could start a war if I ate the wrong cat, but that doesn't matter to you. You have no issue sending cats to their own death like any politician." The tom did not know why he went on tangents such as this one. It only showed his hand to the Nemesis.
He spun one of the vertebrae on the necklace with his paw. "Take this one. The bone once belonged to a healer living not to far from our boarders. As you would expect, it did not put up much of a fight." Omega placed his paw back on the ground and continued to move away from the Nemesis. "A trainee would be too bad either. You know, a middle age one. Too young and they have no meat, but if their too old then they could put up a fight."
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POSTEDJul 16, 2019 19:41:44 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Mother watched him with a new curious light before letting out just a little hint of a laugh, a mere chime of a bell. "Do you sample every cat you come across? To further develop your palette?" The image of the tom taking a bite from every cat he passed struck her and she barley contained her mirth. "And thank-you for the gift I shall be sure to treat it with the respect a gift of this magnitude deserves. Unless you hand these out to everyone and I'm overestimating it's importance?"
The tom had managed to distract her rather wonderfully from her original purpose, so much so that the white she-cat couldn't truly place what she had wandered out here to do originally. But there would be much to do in the coming moons and she couldn't afford to be behind. Perhaps this was a sign that she should utilize Omega in her future plans. She wondered if he would be interested in eating a cat alive? That would be a particularly cruel form of torture that would easily get results.
The tom raised a brow and turned the vertebrae on the Nemesis' new necklace again. She was something else. Omega wanted to figure her out before making any moves, and she proved to be more difficult than most he encounter. The cannibal should have expected it, but that did not make the situation any less annoying. "You are the first. I have a few of those necklaces, but I've never given one away." He took a step away and waved his tail. "I've found they make great decorations."
Since his dear friend introduced him to cannibalism, he developed a ritual of sorts, one he did not follow to the letter this time. There would be plenty of other kills, but the incomplete ritual left an empty feeling in his stomach. He shook his head and muttered a few things to himself. "I hope I did not disturb you with my meal, but I think we should each move on with our days. "
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POSTEDJul 27, 2019 23:00:10 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"If you had disturbed me I wouldn't have hung around." She assured him, though there seemed to be little reason to. But Mother E'tani was rather big on manners, or well the front of putting on manners as something important to her. An old habit she had never managed to shake and something that perhaps spoke to the fact old traumas might have effected her more than she would ever admit and would kill another cat for even hinting at. "Did you have big plans for the rest of your day?" She wondered, looping back towards the similar unanswered question from earlier. She could use Omega for a task she had planned and it occurred to her then that Omega would actually be perfect for her idea.
The idea to disembowel cats of the clans and leave them in the middle of their territory, a warning or a sign to strike panic. She hadn't quite decided yet, the idea still just that, an idea. But Omega, should she move forward, would be a good piece to have involved.
A small smirked appeared on his face momentarily while his face was out of view of the she-cat. Perhaps he had captivated something deep in the Nemesis' mind, something powerful and primal. He felt such a connection with himself when he tried cat meat for the first time. Maybe the bone necklace tapped into that same urge to kill and control. It did not matter. He had her interested in something. "Hmmm... nothing particularly eventful. Maybe scope out a meal, but I would not take it down for some time." He turned so he could see the leader out of the corner of his eye. "Did you have event that needs a plus one? I'd be happy to help."
