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"MORGANA, I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU THAT WILL PROBABLY EITHER PISS YOU OFF OR MAKE YOU SMUG."
He mewed this casually as he strutted into the floor, his eyes focused on the she-cat. Altaire looked a little... worn down as he spoke, which was odd for him. He was a cat who never particularly looked phased by anything. Something had phased him today. Still, his voice was as unaffected as normal. Despite his body language being slightly off, his voice carried the same tone as it always did. He was good at trying to make himself look like nothing was wrong.
Something was wrong, though. He could feel it in his bones. It was something that deeply concerned him, the fact that he was getting weaker faster these days. It wasn't age, he knew. He was still limber and ready. There was something wrong. He had made a point that he should see the Shaman eventually, but that was no fun. He would rather not know. However, when his focus began to fade, he knew that it was time. He had left his position as proxy because of it. He was sick, and he didn't want someone to catch on and challenge his position. Of course, though, this was not his official position on why he left. He told March that he just wasn't feeling the responsibility. He didn't like to be chained down by a group of misfits. Even though loners and rogues were his specialty, which meant traveling was not something that was rare for him, he always had to come back. He couldn't just wander the world when and how he wanted. He was too flakey to have such a responsibility over a clan he only joined because his "mate" was there. This was arguably a terrible reason to step down from proxy, especially since he enjoyed the power that it brought him. Altaire had reasoned with himself that if he wanted a power trip, he could go back home for a bit and spend time with the Empire.
He flicked his tail. This conversation, though, he wasn't looking forward to it. Like he said out loud, Morgana would either kick his ass or walk around with a smug look on her face for six days now that he wasn't better than her again. At least I wasn't bullied out of my position, he thought with a twitch of his whiskers, his gaze focused on her.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 4:36:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Raising her head, whiskers twitching in annoyance she scowled towards him. As always finding herself displeased by his dramatics. "Altaire, my dear heart." She drawled sarcastically as she pushed to her paws and moved towards him. Eyes critically raking in his frame, partly due to his words but also due to her obsessive nature. She may no longer be shaman but that did not mean she left behind that part of herself. "What is this big news you have to tell me?" She drawled as she was close enough for her volume to be low, tone placid. A front she often put on whenever he pulled a stunt like this, determined to make him work for any sort of reaction.
In truth she had news for him as well, that he would either take joyously or like the brat he was inside. Morgana had been considering a trip for self discovery. Taking time away from the league to explore other avenues and places open to her. If the league would not use her healing skills perhaps there was somewhere that would? But even that seemed a beggars wish, for what group would want a healer who turned away as many patients as she helped. But even the thought of leaving this place behind and dooming them was appealing. Altaire had been spending more and more time away taken up by his duties.
There was not much she could do here, well in truth there was plenty, but bitterness prevented her from doing any of it. She hated it, hated the looks the stares. Hated sitting around like an old maid for her mate to return and entertain her. None of these fools would talk to her and she refused to be shunned by them, her lip curling involuntarily from the very thought of it. No, the thought of going away and leaving them to burn was very appealing. Her kits were old enough to be left, there was nothing holding her. Thoughts pausing she focused on Altaire once more and frowned. Well there was nothing holding her here except the tom standing across from her. Not that she would ever admit it, no she would rather carve out her own tongue than tell him she wanted him to come with her. She would have to trick him into it.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 10:20:04 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She amused him that much more when he was made work for his reactions. It made everything that much more of a game to him. Their entire relationship was mostly a game, each of them trying to stay one step in front of the other. They were both incredibly smart cats, too. It meant that the chess match between them was long and drawn out. That only made it more enjoyable for him. After all, few could keep up with him for a day, let alone the moons that the two had been together. As much as he wouldn't admit it out loud, he enjoyed Morgana more than just the pest that he tended to treat her as. Even though he wasn't the most faithful tom in the League- neither was she, he'd remind her any time she went green with envy- she was one of his prioritiies. God, he'd rather be caught dead than admit it, but he wouldn't have to admit it so it was fine, right?
"So impatient, cherrie," he purred, moving his tail to caress her chin. He remembered with faint amusement the first time that he ever called her that. She had acted like a she-cat like her had never been called a pet name in her life. He had tried not to be surprised, and then made it a note to continue to call her that. He was sure that she had grown tired of it, though, which was all the more reason to continue with it.
After a beat of gazing at her, he shrugged. "I decided to give up Proxy. I've got better things to do than babysit cats that don't really do much of anything. Lazy chaps, the whole lot of them. I decided I'd rather stay around with you," he nudged her with his shoulder, "than do all of that work." He was almost sure that she would catch on that there was more to the story than that. After all, she was a healer. He had kept his condition as secret from her as possible, though. That would be the last thing that he needed; her to treat him like she was better than him just because there was something unknown wrong with him. Of course, she might be able to figure out what the deal is, but he had decided long ago that he didn't care that badly. Whatever was to happen with him would happen. His mate did not need to know.
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POSTEDJul 7, 2019 22:24:08 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Oh?" She responded almost wanting to laugh of the absurdity, "you just give up on things now? Are you perhaps dying? Have you been feeling ill recently?" Leaning forward, past his caressing tail to slap her paw on his forehead not at all gently before he could flinch back. "Feels fine to me, perhaps you've been cursed." She mused leaning back once more and peering towards him. Morgana stopped herself from going as far to ask trick questions though, leaving the tom at-least that dignity. Though she as curious towards his sudden change of heart.
'Well I suppose that makes us equals once more. Or so we'll go back to deluding ourselves as such." She hummed because as much as she liked to consider them on the same level there would always be things he had she did not and vice versa. Her healing knowledge for example and his web of little spies to do his bidding she was confident he had. "This might be a good time for me to bring up I had considered leaving then." It was delivered with the grace of a kit throwing a tantrum. No warning to prelude it not in the conversation nor in her behavior the past moon or so she had been stewing on the idea. "I was thinking of perhaps going to find out if one of the little pathetic clans needed a healer, leaving the groups behind for a little bit of fresh air." Agitated with her own words and speaking then aloud finally she started to pace.
"Traveling is supposed to be good for ones health and all that right?" She tacked on sending him a nervous glance barley hiding how on edge she was and hoping he wouldn't guess why. Morgana unable to choke out the words to risk asking him to come with her, afraid of rejection. What would she do if she were to ask and he denied her, what if that was where this conversation was going the whole time; him saying that since they no longer needed one another they should break ways. There would be no part of herself that would allow herself to begging him to stay, to admitting she had grown... perhaps fond of his presence.
