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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 8, 2019 22:34:58 GMT -5
Cleaver The bright sun beat down on the Nemesis' head, one of the last few times it would for another year. The last streams of sunlight absorbed into his stark brown pelt. Pawsteps tracing along the makeshift border he called home, he had no reason to be out here. Patrolling should be left to the hunters, he really should just be lying on his comfy bed back in the manor. Bathing in his own house, warm and content. But a vagrant soul like his could only be satisfied with that for so long, so he found himself out here.
The sky was clear, air still. A lumbering large black bumblebee bonked itself on Funk's nose and he let out a laugh. "Go that way. Do your job." He smiled, surprisingly warm and carefree for one who struck fear in the hearts of so many. The sound of grass shifting near him caused him pause, staring at it like he was trying to see through it. Tail sweeping behind him, he glanced back, the field now startling empty.
He limped on sore paws back home. His pads were raw, cracked and bleeding, he couldn't remember what from; he was in a haze, exhausted, but it was the only way to keep himself moving. The flood had come too fast, he'd tried to save his clanmates but he wasn't even sure he had succeeded, it had all come too quickly; he had been weak already, still recovering from losing his first life, and the waters had carried him far away from everyone else. He had to get back. He didn't want to think about what he would find back home -- refused to do so; if he thought they were dead, he might break down and never make it back.
So he walked.
A laugh caught his attention as he wandered on, and he paused, stumbling to a halt on numb paws. He stared at the grass ahead of him, then cautiously pushed forward. If he was trespassing somewhere, he might as well reveal himself now. "Is this your land? I can't smell very well anymore," he murmured, his sense of smell still hadn't recovered from the muddy waters, but he trailed away as he recognized the tom ahead of him. What were the odds Funkbeat didn't remember him from that gathering? He hadn't been visible, but his eye scar was distinctive, and he'd been clinging to Doestar like a kit without its mother. "Oh."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 9, 2019 0:50:49 GMT -5
"My my my. Look who's shown up on my doorstep." Funk E'tan got his confidence right back, sauntering over to the other tom. The odds weren't in Chim's favor, and his own little black bird had sung to him all the details of this sordid affair. Funk loved being the dealer in these situations, and could only smile as he continued, "If it isn't Doestar's newest toy, Chimerastar. What a surprise. I'll have to give Reedshadow a hard time, he didn't tell me you were coming otherwise I would of had some tea made." Funk circled the tom a bit, tail tracing along Chim's frame and his face scrunching up a bit as he came back to stand in front of Chimerastar, "You look awful. I take it Doestar hasn't been that gentle of a lover to you huh? Still this, kinda overboard. Even for me. I'd rather just tie you up a bit and have my fun that way." Flicking a spot of blood from Chim's paws with one of his own, he gave the other a crooked smile. Suddenly finding himself enjoying this new company even though he had hardly spoken, he purred, "So what business does the great Chimerastar have with my League in such a state?"
His level gaze remained firm on the Nemesis as he circled, but he didn't speak or move away; he had to tread carefully now. Even if he hadn't heard tales of how brutal these cats could be, he knew how trespassers were usually treated, and he was facing the leader here. Their shared... friend aside, he would be nervous about being caught here, but now dread curled tight in his belly. He would be lucky to get out this unscathed. Or, perhaps, to get out at all.
"I apologize for the short notice," he meowed stiffly, "but I didn't know I'd be stopping by." It took all his self-control not to break out blushing at Funk's insinuations, and he wasn't convinced he succeeded. His voice was gruff with embarrassment. "I must have missed your border... I'm not in the best shape, I missed the scent markers." He didn't like to appear weak, it went against every bone in his body, but his physical state was dismal enough there was no denying a leaf could best him up at this point. "I'll leave your territory and head home now... with your permission, of course," he added reluctantly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 1:01:22 GMT -5
The Nemesis' smile was as sharp as ever, holding back a snicker as the leader's muscles stiffened at his insinuations. Call it a doctor's eye, or anyone with eyes that could see Chimerastar was about to fall over but somehow still found it in himself to be embarrassed from Funk's flirting and not about how he knew about his little secret relationship. Still, he was so gruff, so rough around the edges, in personality and shape, Funk couldn't help but wonder how that voice would sound mewling for mercy.
"No. Not yet. You can't just leave me hanging like this. Besides, if you can't smell the scent of death that clouds this place until you got here, I almost fear for your health." He'd lived here for what felt like forever, but the smell near the crypt always bothered him. Really, it was everywhere. It was like blood, sweat, bile, rotting, somehow all mixed together. It was bad, but he didn't care right now. He was more entranced with the tom who smelled like river water and despair, "Where's our favorite local ruggedly handsome grouch trying to get to in this condition?" Funk didn't raise a paw to Chim, but he figured even he could best someone in these conditions.
"Somehow, I doubt you care about my health in the slightest," he muttered under his breath. How much could he say? It was bad enough he looked this damaged, he couldn't let the enemy know his clan was vulnerable too. If it was vulnerable. They had been weak already from the sickness, what if they couldn't survive the flood? How many of his clanmates had lost their lives? He let out a slow breath, steeling himself against his intrusive thoughts. He would not break down in front of Funk E'tan.
"I was dumb enough to get stuck in the river while it was flooding," he replied shortly, "trying to save a clanmate. Not sure I succeeded, but I washed away and ended up here. I must have inhaled too much muddy water, I can't smell a thing." And if the smell was as bad as the Nemesis claimed, he was glad he couldn't. It would have been better to stay away from the League entirely, but he was here now, and there was no changing that. His story explained his haggard fur and the bitter exhaustion and worry in his eyes, though it couldn't account for his gaunt skin-and-bones appearance. He'd always been too thin, but not like this: he looked like he already had a paw in each world, and that wasn't entirely wrong.
Slowly, carefully, he raised his half gaze to study Funk. "I don't suppose we can speed this along? My clanmates will be waiting. If you can just tell me what it is you want..."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 12:17:31 GMT -5
"What clanmates?" Funk said abruptly, green eyes clear and unflinching in a sort of alien way. Sure, he could of went 'yeah i don't care for your health', but that wasn't the full case. Chim's story was good, it must have held a kernel of truth to be this convincing. If this were anywhere else, Funk might have believed him. But this was the League, where he had eyes everywhere, much as Foreign Affairs didn't do their job and he had to rely on his little chickadee to give him the actual happenings. He laid awake that night listening to the pounding rain, knowing the League was safe on their little hill. Completely unconcerned for whatever havoc it could be sending. Just like that. It made him think about the frailty of his own group, how easily it could come unglued. His gaze tilted upwards, and he made a little hmm sound like he was a detective about to crack the case.
"See. A flood to send you all the way here must have, hmmm, been huge. Monstrous even. Enough to wash you all out maybe, like stained clothing in a washing machine. And the land comes out all sparkly clean and new. And that's what actually happened! There's no one for you to return to." Spinning around and pointing a claw at Chimerastar, he dropped his little act, voice perking up and eyes lighting up again, "I liked your story Chim. It was good. 8 out of 10. But you had to of known it wasn't gonna fool me. I have eyes and ears everywhere, my little blood stain. If a bear farts in the woods, I'd know. So let's try the truth this time, hmm? Where. Are. You. Going. In. Such. A. State?"
Chim did his best to look unaffected. "You don't know that. My clanmates are all swimmers," he reminded him, "and they know how to hide where they won't be easily found. We have plans for events like this." Despite his best efforts, there was a strain to his voice, and terror flashed in the depths of his green eye. Could there really be no sign of his clanmates? He had to believe they lived on, that they were out there and looking for him, but if they weren't.... if they were all gone..... and because of him. No. He hadn't caused the flood, he reminded himself firmly; he could never have prevented this.
But maybe he could have stopped the cough that weakened them. He had been the first to start showing symptoms again, if he had ever stopped... but there was no way he could have been the source of the epidemic, right?
He glanced away from the hunter, his mood soured by worry. "Let me go back to them. You know I'm telling you the truth so you know the survivors need me. If I don't come back they'll think I'm in prison again and march over here with the strength of all our allies to take me back," Chim added, a little more firmly, almost like he belied a word of what he said.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 18:18:33 GMT -5
Funk tilted his head and hummed a bit, one low and deep that fell to the earth when it came out. Chickadees sing such sweet songs. That one was flying south for the winter. He didn't think he'd ever see her again, but that was okay. Has sung plenty so now she could go rest her voice. Sure enough, it appeared the Survival clans had died. Ugh, how many others were making those 'you didn't survive' jokes? Not Funk, we have class. For like another few minutes.
"Will you make it back in such a condition?" The question was soft, far more than he expected it to. Like how he'd talk to Hayate after he caught her in Regime territory weaving flowers into her fur. Realizing this, he looked down at his paws for a second, straightening up, "I think the last thing they want is to find their leader in the middle of who knows where starved to death. Or like, dragged off by a rabid fox. You're in no state to make it back to them any better than how you left them. How about you stay for a night?" What was it with Funk and inviting ex leaders to his bedroom shortly after traumatic events? And why did they keep ending up around him? He didn't question it anymore. Least not right now.
He was expecting anything but that. He was standing in front of one of the most ruthless cats in all the clans, defenseless, uninformed; he expected the other tom to dig in his claws and tear him apart, assure him everyone was dead and maybe kill him too so he wouldn't have to face it, toy with him and laugh, do anything, anything, other than invite him to stay. It was an obviously suspicious offer, or it should have been, but he spoke so softly it was almost genuine.
"I always look like this," he muttered, glancing down at himself. Maybe he looked a little worse than usual, but did it really matter? They all knew he was dying; before the flood they had all seen him barely clinging to life. He'd already lost one life to the cough, though he refused to tell any of them. Maybe heading home would cost him another but he honestly did not care anymore. He had too many. Plenty to spare. "I'll make it back eventually if I start walking. If I stay here, I expect I'll never make it back," he added finally, looking up at Funk with a raised brow, daring him to disagree.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 18:56:18 GMT -5
Despite his clan, and him recently learning how to actually take someone down from his pregnant mate, Funk still wasn't one to pull his claws out right away. He could say any sort of thing to bring Chim further into the depths of despair, and he still might, but sometimes the toys like to mend each other just a little. It was one more card he wanted hidden in his sleeve, another round in his gun.
"Ha. And again. HA." Funk laughed like he wasn't the leader of the most ruthless group of cats this side of the Mississippi, "I saw you at the gathering when the moon disappeared. Which, by the way, thank goodness. Though it took me forever to get that Sunclan paint out of my fur." He waved his paw in front of his face like he was fanning himself off, "Anyway, I know for certain this is a bit of a downgrade from then." He rested his paw on the underside of Chim's chin, moving it gently enough to turn it so he could look at it. He was clear on the other side of the hollow during the meeting, but even Chimera's silhouette looked stronger then than the full him did now.
"Yeah. Your spirit will walk. Body, not so much. You can't smell well enough to realize you were at the league, how do you expect to get back to Waterclan like this?" Really, he had no reason. No reason to drag another down with him, but he knew nothing else. He could only smile and wave him in.
He'd been in better shape than usual at that gathering. It was shortly after he'd been released from prison, and the Regime had kept him well fed and taken care of; he'd looked nearly normal by the end of those long moons. Either way, though, Funk was right. He was in worse shape than usual and whether it killed him or not the arduous walk home would take ages at this pace. He hadn't hunted or slept since he'd been swept away, or for a long time before that, and he was exhausted. If he had time to recover and find his energy, the journey might not be so bad after all.
"You might have a point," he acknowledged reluctantly. "But if I stay here, your clanmates are going to smell my reek across the entire territory. And since you aren't going to stand around and defend me from them, then I might as well start walking and hope I die close enough to WaterClan they'll find me and know what happened." If Funk or his friends tore him to pieces his clan would never know how he died, and he guessed it was a rather painful way to go. Better to just take the longer, slower path to the afterlife.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 19:25:26 GMT -5
Between the two, Funk was now in a better shape than he had been in a while. Now he actually had some muscle. And his fur was sort and clean and eyes bright and healthy. Quite the stark difference, but he knew Chim knew, so why point it out. It was suddenly very convenient that Funk had consistently found himself without any staff. No Wardens or Shamans or Mages to come and blow his cover, just Elyon who's whole job was to stay out of the way and hidden. And his wife was getting closer and closer to giving birth, so she spent more and more time in the estate than usual.
The bengal carefully came to the orange tom's side, the scent of river water and driftwood intoxicating. Even more so when he gently pressed his face into the other's neck, purrs filled with mischief. "My silly billy boy. I love alone in the manor. You can stay for the night and leave in the morning, no one will know the wiser. Well, as long as you're quiet. That might be hard though." If Waterclan had truly been destroyed, if the poor sap had to live with that and with Doestar for the rest of his life, the least Funk could do was give the handsome tom a night's respite. Even if it was more for him than Chim, even if he wanted a little respite of his own, even if he just wanted to drown in the smell, "One night. Come on. I got no fish round here but I got plenty of mice for you."
He turned his head slightly away as Funk moved too close, but he didn't step away. By all rights he should have. He should be marching out of here right now, all snarls and glares, heading back to his territory. He should be, and yet, he wasn't; he couldn't leave, because not only might his legs give in, he was terrified of what he might find. If his clan was really dead, then what did he have left to lose?
"If you're sure," he agreed, voice choked in embarrassment, his ears positively on fire from the heat of Funk's comments. Chim was bad enough when attractive toms took an interest in him; this was enough to stop his heart. He was flustered and it was painfully obviously. He shifted away from the hunter and cleared his throat a few times. He was so going to regret this. "But I'm leaving first thing in the morning. I really do need to get home."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 20:20:08 GMT -5
"Absolutely." Funk's heart fluttered just a bit when Chim agreed, normal air finally filling his lungs as he stepped away. Hah... He was a little surprised how easy it was to convince him. Though telling a guy 'hey you wanna just not die right here?' was pretty easy. There was nothing to loose. He'd probably get chewed out a bit by Eshek, but that wasn't new. He could barely hide his excitement, smiling all too broadly for either of their own goods. One night was all he needed to make Chim consider staying. Oh, what a power move. Though he didn't know much about Chimera, just that he was a grouch and a sucker for a cute face. Maybe he could get a word out of him if he stopped blushing.
"Whatever you'd like, dreamboat. Oh yeah, I never introduced myself, huh? My name is Dante, the pleasure is all yours. Do you need like a doctor check up, or just a warm place to lay awake and a hot meal?" Good thing Funk took a nap before coming out, cause he was not gonna sleep or let Chim sleep for a good long while.
Chim took a deep breath as Funk stepped away and finally gave him some space to think, but it was too late now. He had agreed to come, and he wasn't giving in now. He had surprised himself by giving in so easily, but anything was better than being alone right now. Any distraction from thoughts of his clan's untimely demise were welcome before he had a breakdown here and now and never made it back to see the damage done. Besides, he was curious; he'd never ventured this far before, never met a cat like this, and the dangerous thrill had his heart pounding.
"Chim... but you already know that," he concluded, and shook his head. "I just need to rest. I'll be fine." He didn't have any idea if that was true, but he wasn't going to meet anyone else, not even their healer. There was no reason for anyone else to know he'd come, or that he was sick. That was his own business. He had never heard of a cat named Dante before, though if he had to guess, he must be one of Vera E'tani's kits: she had spawned quite a few bengals in that group before she'd fled. Chim hadn't met any of them, he didn't have any desire to, but now he was rethinking.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 20:49:59 GMT -5
Funk gave a smile, one wicked enough to fit into the League. Like he was always meant to be here. It was such a short time ago he was made to join, and now a part of him felt like this was home. He needed to stop that, needed to get back out on the road. New breeze on his face, new cats to meet and drag down into sin. No family, no clan, just a vagrant who only wanted to make everyone miserable. Chimerastar felt like a reminder, of his old life and the things he missed. And now getting to face that only made his heart pound harder, something that normally took herbs and pain to do. But there was so little, it felt more like he was relaxing on a beach, somewhere far away from all his worries. Maybe he needed this as much as Chim, maybe he was just bluffing himself. He didn't know.
"Ahh right. I forgot." He stood in front of Chimera, feet apart and bracing himself for this, "Sorry. Kinda new at this still. But my full name is Dante E'tan, the Nemesis of Primal Instinct." He jumped and did some stupid pose that ended with him sticking his chest out. Even if it wasn't funky town, just hearing E'tan at the end of his fake name made him swell with pride, "You, my dear, got a one night stay with the boss! Fun, right?"
Chim stopped and stared at him, every hair on his pelt prickling now. Dante E'tani? Honestly, it was just his luck he'd come this far, only to run straight into the Nemesis himself. And now he began to realize he was walking right into the lion's den. A low, fearful growl rumbled in his throat as the trapped tomcat stumbled backward, his pathetically dull and tangled coat standing on end over his meager frame. Why hadn't he known his name? He hadn't paid too much attention to the names of League cats before -- other than the one Doestar had mentioned, a hunter by the name of Funk -- but he should have known the leader.
"Let me get this straight," he growled lowly, "the Nemesis of the League is taking me back to his den, and I'm supposed to believe you'll just let me walk out of here? No. No."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 21:25:03 GMT -5
"Uhhhh... yeah." Funk cocked his head like he just heard the dumbest question ever. Which wasn't possible cause Eshek asked him once what the powerhouse of the cell was. And everyone knows it the mitochondria. Come on. He really should be more used to cats fearing him, but he hadn't seen many from outside the league, so this was still a shock.
"Okay, how about this?" His tail thrashed behind him, fur puffing up a bit as he chirped, "You can come with me and I won't kill you or you can try to leave and I'll take one of your lives as a memory of you. Bare in mind, you probably won't get very far with any other sort of injury, let alone one that takes a life." His voice as happy and gentle as ever, he sat down and swung his tail around his paws, a daring glint in his eyes as he waited to see just what Chimera would do.
Idiot. You big idiot, Chim, look what you've done! He glared at Dante, frustrated that he had no way of escaping the situation. In this shape there was no way he could escape without being caught, and unless StarClan was generous with their healing, the injury would only hamper him further. Which meant he was stuck. A prisoner, again. At what point was his clan going to stop rescuing him and just give up?
He almost wished they would. He was happier in prison, away from responsibility, than he was as a leader. Maybe because the last prison he'd been in was extraordinarily comfortable and he'd met his best friend inside. But if he stayed now, he would never know if his family lived.
"If you're going to kill me when I leave either way, I might as well get started now. If I drag myself home now or in three moons when I give up and try to run, it doesn't make much of a difference, does it?"
