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Every night in the town was alive, far more than the day. It was exciting, and the night sky was intoxicating. Lights shone off the dark pavement, radiating colors no one could see the true form of. Sweet and sour scents mixed in the air. Some made her gag, some only drew her closer. She loved every second of it. One building was more interesting than the rest. It blared sounds that made the ground shake, brought twolegs in and left them walking funny and everyone in there always loved to pet her. And Disco loved any attention poured onto her. She wouldn't call herself a kittypet, she came and left as she pleased, only thing suggesting it was the rhinestone collar the building owner put on her.
She couldn't keep track of the days, but it was one of those days where the vibrations lowered. The music wasn't as loud, instead it focused on the voices of the patrons of the building. She rested on a padded stool, honey colored eyes boring into the bright screens. Most of the twolegs were too invested in the performance than her, one absentmindedly reaching behind themselves and scratching her ear. But it was the same stroke in the same place and Disco grew bored. Wiggling out of their grasp, she jumped down and exited out of the building, the small bell on her collar jiggling as she went. The owner glanced up from his glass and cloth to watch her go, shrugging and going back to his work.
Climbing up the few steps, she let out a huff as she stood on the back street. Notoriously close to the wild cat groups, she had a few run ins. They always went well, she was always forgiven after all. Looking over her shoulder, she headed towards the back of the building. There was always someone around here, someone she could sink her claws into.
It wasn't often that Eshek ventured this close to the city; her torture chambers kept her busy enough, and when she found herself with time to spare, she never really had much interest in wandering all that far from the heart of the League's territory. The heart of a housewife trapped in the body of a wild spirit; the soul of a prudent traditionalist silenced by the sharp teeth and the mad eyes. Since she'd first discovered the escape of torture, she'd fashioned for herself a life of wild nights and screaming fever, of living on knife-edges and losing herself in screaming delirium. She didn't like to pay much attention to the dainty little conservative buried deep down beneath all the shrieks and entrails and one-night-stands, didn't like to give her any more power than she already had, didn't like to listen to all the admissions of guilt she whispered of inside her veins. That cat had died a long time ago. She didn't want to settle down into an easy, moral life where no one got hurt and there was never any blood and she never had to leave the confines of her own safe little prison. She didn't. Who would want that? She liked the wild life.
She hoped the more she fed herself that lie, the more true it would eventually feel.
Where were we? Ah, yes. She rarely ventured this close to the city, but tonight she had. Why? Well, half-mad cats are notoriously poor at understanding their own motives, so we really couldn't say. Perhaps a small part of her hoped she would stumble across Shae; her heart gave a fluttering little squeeze at the thought, so sappy and sentimental. She stalked idly through the haze of colours and sirens, pounding bass and fluorescent signs. The glow of flickering street lights reflected on the wet pavement in pools of fuzzy warmth; she padded between them, losing herself to darkness for a few moments before reappearing in the orange light. Her pulse thrummed under her skin, over-stimulated and overwhelmed. It was the only way to live, she'd always thought; if you couldn't hear your own heartbeat, you couldn't hear the screaming. She slipped down a dimly-lit alleyway, side scraping against the grimy bricks as she rubbed against them, and--
Ah. "Pretty little kitty out for a stroll in the moonlight?" she purred, slinking closer with her claws half-unsheathed and a gentle smile playing against her fangs. She circled around the other she-cat, flicking the bell on her kittypet collar with the tip of her tail. She truly could be so falsely over-confident for a cat who just wanted to curl up in the sunlight and listen to the birds sing in the quiet, for a cat who just wanted to give her life to another she-cat and relinquish all her own choices and decisions. She'd never been very good at making them anyway. A vague little part of her wondered if there had ever been anyone who could hear the soft, pleading notes under all that bravado. She hoped so. It must be so freeing to be known. "Won't your twolegs be missing that cutie-pie face of yours?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 10, 2019 22:36:38 GMT -5
Disco was similar in a sense. She was a moon who only knew the night sky and never dreamed of seeing the day. A satellite with no home, her core porous and hollow. She thought her sister must have drained her of all her humanity, leaving her a shell drifting in the wind. But man, did she love feeling the breeze against her. There was nothing under the surface of her for anyone to desire, so she couldn't reciprocate that to anyone else. Used and abused, that was the way they lived, so that is what they did to the world. It was a sad tale, one of someone who everyone knows can redeem themselves and do better but they have no desire to. She'd die with no tears, only lingering regret. So she may as well enjoy life while she had it, while she still rode it and wrote it.
Rather than pull herself away from the foreign smelling cat, she pressed herself against her more, breathing in the strange scent "Ah, nosy nosy. You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" She purred into Eshek's ear before pulling away suddenly, "You're pretty confident for someone so far from home." Turning an inquisitive eye, she cocked her head.
Eshek tensed and shivered when the other she-cat pressed against her, alarmed for a moment before the satisfaction seeped in. It was a true failing of hers, really, the fact that she would do anything for any she-cat who crossed her path, that she would feel all the static and mania melt into something so terribly gentle. She never let them harm her, and none of them had ever tried – she was far too wild for anyone to think they could raise a claw against her and see the sun rise the next day. She sometimes wondered if she’d let them if they asked nicely.
She smiled, so soft and sweet for a fleeting moment (she loved this part — the bravado, the bluster, the pet-names, the innocence), before it snapped into a hooked grin. “I’m pretty confident?” she replied, voice sharp and amused. She was still circling around the other cat, trapping her in some sort of teasing dance. “Says the soft thing with the collar. What were you planning to do if you stumbled across some sort of dangerous wild cat, hm?” Her eyes widened, glittering like a snake’s. “Some sort of torturer?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 11, 2019 17:19:58 GMT -5
Born to dance, Disco slowly followed her, stepping away whenever the two got close. A tease. Ever a tease. Her shoulders lifted in a half shrug and she rolled her eyes at Eshek's question, "Yes, you are." Disco sighed, "You see a girl with a collar and assume she's soft. She can't fight or struggle or win. That cheap forest pride may be your undoing one day." She didn't say anything more, merely lifting her paw and flexing the long sharp claws she hid. Those from the clans were always like this, they never had new things to say. Just 'what are you doing?' and 'you know i could kill you', same old same old. It was so boring, and if it wasn't for the shiver she felt against her when she pressed against Eshek, she would have guessed this was the same.
“Ooooh, well, look at you!” Eshek purred, ducking low to flatten herself against the dirty bricks and inspect the other she-cat’s claws. Her eyes went cross-eyed as she admired them; after a moment, she glanced back up the she-cat and grinned. That cheap forest pride may be your undoing one day. Oh, Eshek liked her. She loved the challenging ones with the big egos and the sharp teeth; more for her to worship. “Aren’t you just full of surprises?”
Clambering back to her paws, she padded slowly to her side, a purr rumbling in her chest and a broad smile on her face. Leaning in close, eyes wide and excited, all challenge and thrill and pupils shot to Hell, she whispered, “but can you use them?”
With that, she shot out a foreleg and swept the she-cat’s legs out from under her. With a wild laugh, she leaped up onto a nearby dumpster and scrabbled up onto the roof, claws squealing against the metal gutter. She turned and looked down at the cat left in the alleyway with a grin, tail curling over her back. “Name’s Eshek, kittypet,” she called down, voice as much bark as it was bite. “Keep up!” She turned and bounded along the rooftop, letting out a long howl of delight as the night air swept past her.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 11, 2019 23:32:02 GMT -5
Even on the ground, her claws shot out. She came up with fur and the smallest speck of blood. Eshek won the bleeding contest, as listening to her climb made Disco's ears blood. Eshek disappeared into the night, only her howl remaining as Disco stood up and licked her paw, rubbing her face with it. This cat had a lot of guff for one who couldn't climb up a pipe well. Still, Eshek. She must be from one of those groups, who only had single names and a penchant for the insane. She let out a sigh, and stood up. Walking back to the main street, she looked over at the bar. She really ought to just go back in and try getting her attention from the twolegs in there. Instead, she slipped back in and climbed up the stairs behind the bar. This Eshek was asking for a lot of work that Disco wasn't sure she deserved that. Sure, her crazed state seemed like a facade, and that was somewhat interesting. But no one was interesting enough to make her chase after them. She was to be chased, not the chasing. Eshek may have the head start, but Disco held the knowledge. The door to the roof had a lock that was never fixed, so she could get out with relative ease. Approaching the edge of the building, she stretched and promptly laid down, keeping a lazy eye on the faint form of Eshek.
Eshek didn't mind one bit when she realised the other she-cat wasn't following - oh, she loved the difficult ones. Letting out a delighted cackle, she sped across the rooftop with careless speed, dislodging loose roof tiles and listening to them shatter on the glistening pavement far below. The shingles were wet and slippery and it would have been so easy to put a paw wrong and fall to her death. The threat was intoxicating. She was never more alive than when there was fear and adrenaline screaming inside her chest and turning her ribcage to a raw, gasping battlefield; nigh on impossible to think like that, and that was just the way she liked it: senseless and rabid. Eshek was little but a black shape bounding across the metal ridge of the roof, dark and featureless against the grey sky that glowed faintly with the light of the city. It was rare that she got to run like this, unless she was chasing down an unfortunate little victim with Innocentia or dragging a prisoner back to the Crypt, and she relished it with a wild howl of glee.
She caught the she-cat's scent before she spotted her, stretched out on the adjacent rooftop like all this was so very beneath her. Slowing to a panting trot, Eshek balanced on the ridge of the opposite roof and grinned down at her breathlessly, utterly enamoured by the sight. "Thought you said you don't mind getting your paws dirty, princess," she called across to her, chest heaving and grin still playing about her teeth.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 15, 2019 15:33:34 GMT -5
"Who said that? Isn't it you who wants to get dirty?" Disco rested her head on her paws, copper eyes shining in the low light. Yawning openly, she rolled over onto her back, lifting her paws up towards her head cutely, "So, you gonna do another lap or you gonna come and make this night unforgettable?" She winked. For all of Eshek's running and laughing, Disco preferred things...a bit more personal. She wanted her to try and make Disco think of her later, no matter what.
