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Sinesio was locked in his metaphorical cage. His hazy orange eyes stared at the blurry grey clouds through the glass ceiling. Over head the sky rumbled and flashed with lightning. The rain came down and pelted the roof of the green house. He watched as the rain came through the ceiling and created a small pool at the base of the great maple tree that grew in the center of the green house. The Shaman felt alone in the green house. His guards stayed away observing him from the perimeter of his home. He wasn't allowed outside of the greenhouse. He also wasn't allowed to interact with other members in the League - only the Nemesis, Warden, Proxies, Pathologist, and Resident.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 21:04:30 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Whereas everyone was content to pretend the Greenhouse — and thus the Shaman — didn’t exist, there was one she-cat that did. A she-cat that, at one time, had been a pure onyx domestic with dark green eyes. Over time, inexplicably, her pelt had grown lighter; patches of it becoming as white as snow and her eyes lightening, specks as silver as unicorn blood.
She was an oddity, not just for her appearance, but for her behavior. She kept to herself, having no friends other than the ghosts that seemed to attach themselves to her. They were her only company and those of the living world who wanted to spend time with her often ran off when they saw her talking to herself.
Of course she, unlike everyone else, wanted to see just what was hidden in that Greenhouse.
And who it’s mysterious keeper was.
Which was why she was wandering around it’s exterior, humming while peeking through the windows.
“I dunno, should we go in? We’d probably get in trouble. Don’t be such a coward, life’s meant for adventure. You have to take a couple of risks. I’m not a risk taker!”
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A fiery orange calico stood close to the gap of the green house. Her distinct blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she peered inside the gap. "Go in my dear" She answered the onyx she-cat. The calico felt a strong draw to the Greenhouse. She felt connected to the energy that was housed in the Greenhouse.
Sinesio was tucked away in his hardly soft nest against his tree root. The scent of his guards smelt stale and he wondered if he could possibly make a run for it.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 21:51:56 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She bit her lip and took a step towards the crack in the glass. She was small enough, she could shimmy through. But— “I don’t know.” She took a step back. “What if this is a bad idea?” One glance at Supernova, though, told her the she-cat wouldn’t relent. So with a deep inhale she shoved herself forward and slid through, feeling the scrape of the jagged glass against her back. Halting, she looked around herself. It was beautiful with green as far as the eye could see and so many different flowers. She glanced at the orange calico.
“This is amazing.” She whispered to her, creeping along. “I wonder what they all do?”
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 21:59:18 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Some of them are poisons, while other's heal and mend. Their beauty can bring death and also breath life into a cat. " The calico replied as she pushed into the gap after the onyx she-cat. The former Shaman felt at home in the small little paradise.
"Who's there?" Sinesio's voice echoed out into the greenhouse. The tom had heard a voice talking off in the distance. He couldn't hear what it was saying or tell if it was one of his guards.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:22:02 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
“Wow...” She walked up to one, reaching her nose up to smell it’s beautiful petals. She sneezed and then froze, dropping down into a crouch. She hadn’t heard the Shaman’s voice from afar, but surely they would’ve heard her by now. She threw a panicked look at Supernova. “What now?!”
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:27:25 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
" You go to him. I believe he isn't as scary as they make him out to be." The calico answered and moved her tail in the direction of the tree.
"Who's there! Show yourself!" The large smoked Maine coon pressed himself further into the tree. The idea of some random league cat possibly wandering around among the flowers or hiding out in bush terrified the tom.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:40:02 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Echo bit her lip, uncertain about the she-cat’s advice but Supernova had never steered her wrong. Or at least, not onto a dangerous path. The deceased feline’s methods could be seen as chaotically neutral, but she never did anything to endanger the proxy. Which told her she could be trusted.
She took slow, cautious steps toward the tree, and hearing the barely veiled fear in his voice, found her heart aching in guilt.
“Um, I’m sorry. It’s me. Er. You wouldn’t actually know me. I mean, you’ve probably heard of me, but I promise I’m not mean. Or scary. I mean, I’m a little crazy but so is everyone else.” She gave a nervous laugh. “My name is Echo.”
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:46:44 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Sinesio watched as the she-cat approached him from a patch of flowers. As she approached closer and closer he could see she was an all black cat with random patches of white. His orange eyes squinted to get a better look. He was still cautious about this strange new proxy. He had met some of the other proxies and they terrified him along with their districts. The one district in particular was Corvus's who was in charge of Punishment. A few Punishment hunters had been temporarily assigned to his home to watch him. Several of them left lasting marks in the forms of claw marks. His most recent ones stung on his cheek were a small patch of cobwebs clung. "Sinesio" He mutter backed quietly almost like a mouse.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:55:07 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Another wave of guilt flashed through her and she bowed her head. “I’m sorry.” She took a step back as well, though blinked. Was he stepping away from her because he, too, thought she was... unnecessarily different? She winced. Or...
She glanced up at him, blinking wide eyes.
“Are you... frightened of me?”
A giggle came unbidden past her lips and she smacked it back with a paw. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, I just... the very idea makes me laugh.”
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 23:01:56 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Your not like the others?" The question came out in the form of a nervous squeak. He wonder for a split second if he could trust her. But squashed the thought down mental as the burning pain in his check reminded him up his torture session from earlier that day.
"He's injuried deary" Supernova's voice flowed past the proxy as she walked over to her son. She stood beside the tom up on the tree root. Staring down at the Shaman's injuried cheek.
