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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 17, 2019 0:58:40 GMT -5
"Hey. Hey. Now the only one talking about me killing you if you come with me is you, magpie. That's the point of the threat." Funk E'tan crawled his front paws forward and stretched out, spine letting out an unsettling pop. Plopping down on the ground, he lifted one of his paws, pretty and pink and decorated with sharp claws he loved to show. Batting at a dandelion uselessly, he let out a grim. How did Chimerastar look so grumpy all the time? And how was Funk supposed to take him seriously when he was more or less begging to be teased? "Fine, I swear on my mother's diamond bejeweled collar," lifting his paw away from the crippled dandelion, "that if you come with me for the night, you'll make it out of here alive. Maybe a little different, but at least you'll be alive. And yes, this is a serious pledge. Cause I respect my mama and all the work she does, sitting on a cashmere pillow and telling me how much of a failure I am. Haha."
His ears twitched back. He didn't believe the League tom for a second; why would he? What reason did he had to follow through on his promise? But Chim had no choice in the matter. He was definitely dying if he tried to run and this provided him a slight chance of living a little longer, so almost regretfully his pelt smoothed and he nodded to the Nemesis. "Fine," he muttered, "I'll go with you. But if you don't let me go..." Chim shook his head warningly, but couldn't go on, they both knew he was in no position to make threats.
At least he was taking a break. Even if it might lead to his inevitable death, he would get some sleep. He could really use some, and now he'd have someone to watch over him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 17, 2019 17:45:45 GMT -5
Funk didn't care to press other options out of the way until he was the only one left. He liked others to follow him willingly, which made his sudden ascension to Nemesis a little awkward. Now he suddenly had everyone following him without a second word. It was no fun. And his enjoyment in this little game dwindled some, but he perked up when Chimerastar finally agreed. Okay, maybe there was a little, at least in getting a handsome one like Chim to follow him.
"I will, I will. I swore. That's not a light swear, you know. It's like a warrior swearing on Starclan or whatever they believe in." The bengal briefly wondered how his mother was doing. Probably the same she always had been, fine with tired eyes. She'd say it in a light and strained voice that could flip from sweet to bitter at a moment's notice. What would she say now? He didn't know, he didn't need to. Rising to his paws, he fell into line next to Chim. Just close enough for their pelts to brush lightly against each other. It took more self-control than he thought he had to not pin Chim to the ground now and press his face into the larger's tom neck. Chirping, he only said, "We're almost there anyway."
Chim regretfully followed after the foreign leader as he wondered against what he had gotten himself into. He'd made yet another mistake, but he'd come to expect it by now, either trouble was always seeking him out or he just did a poor job of avoiding it. His paws ached still but the old leader still had some pride in him, and he refused to limp, letting the dull ache in his pads grow numb from the pressure. Numb as the rest of him, he thought moodily. He didn't want to think he had grown numb to the inevitability of everyone he knew being dead, but hadn't he? He wasn't crying anymore, he wasn't giving up, he was just here.
So he stiffened when Funk brushed against him, but he didn't pull away. He was out of options, if he was lucky he was running out of lives to lose, and everyone he knew was gone. In the face of the abyss in front of him, he couldn't find the strength in him to care enough to walk away. So he relaxed, he let the Nemesis guide him onward, and when he worked up the courage he gave him a little daring bump with his shoulder.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 24, 2019 20:33:07 GMT -5
Funk hadn't thought about the flood in any serious terms. The cats, the earth, those that were lost, those that remained. Maybe the magnitude hadn't hit him yet, maybe he didn't realize his chickadee was not flying back this summer. It was also entirely possible he had no room to care about it. Stuck in the tunnel known as the League, he was unable to see anything or anyone outside of it. It must have been intentional on their part, so secluded from everyone else. The abyss in front of him had disappeared, and he didn't know it would open up underneath him when he'd least expect it. They would both be falling before they knew it, and maybe their paths would cross again. But for now, he was happy with the ground underneath him seeming steady and getting to bring the ex-leader lower before pulling him back up again.
So when Chim bumped into him with his shoulder, his heart jumped into his throat. It wasn't comparable to some of the other stuff cats had done, but it made him fall a little more for Chim than he had. He didn't move away, hitting him back with his shoulder and closing the distance between them. The Waterclan leader was bigger than him, but Funk was gentle, intertwining his tail with his. "Careful, don't make me fall too hard for ya, otherwise I'll be tagging along on your little journey." Purring, he happily pressed the top of his head against the side of the gruff tom's jaw.
Chim was prepared this time, and he didn't flinch away from the contact, but lowered his head slightly to rub his cheek along Funk's. He rumbled low and keen. "It'll be a long journey and pointless journey, then. If I bring another stray home my clan will exile me for certain. Especially when your League comes marching on our step trying to take you back." His cats had always been tolerant of his decisions but bringing the League might be a step too far - especially the Nemesis of all cats. He knew Dante had been joking but he had taken it seriously anyway, he couldn't help but imagine the stir he'd cause bringing this one home.
Especially once Doestar found out he'd brought a friend home.
He bit his lip. He owed nothing to the other leader, they weren't official, and StarClan knows how many other cats the spirited young cat spent his days with. It wasn't going to stop him, not tonight, not after everything, but some of his energy left him and he pulled slightly away.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 28, 2019 19:14:33 GMT -5
Funk wouldn't mind. Going to Waterclan again, seeing Doestar again. Course, things would be a lot worse but it'd be fun to see the dwindled entirety of Waterclan blow up in Chim's face, let alone how Doe would react. He hadn't left League territory much since becoming Nemesis, and he was itching to travel again. The slight positive feedback in Chim's reaction made his throat rumble, "They give me like a week to come back before patrols are sent out for me. I can make it there and back in half, and if they exile you, you can always come back with me. Willingly of course." His chest fluttered at the thought and at the taboo-ness of it all. Sure, he could get most anyone if they liked toms, but Chimerastar felt like a true accomplishment. A shiny golden star on his belt, if you would. It was their secret, for now at least.
He didn't owe this to the other leader either. Gods above tried to keep track of how many flings Funk had, and they were just a growing list on a character profile of his'. There was little shame, and no reason to push the other away. Though the walk took forever when he kept at Chim's snails pace. When he pulled away, Funk did too, having to catch himself from completely falling on the Waterclan leader. He almost forgot how poor Chim's shape was. "When we get there, you can get settled and I'll go find something for you to eat. Any requests? Granted, we mostly have rats but I'll try and find something nicer. No fish though, I'll come back soaking if I try to."
Chim snorted. He doubted he would survive a day in the League from the tales he'd heard. He'd met a pawful of their cats, and they were all borderline psychotic or hulking beasts of menace, and he had no desire to spend time with either. He shot a quick sideways glance at the tom beside him and winced internally. Well, maybe he'd spend time with one of them, but that was enough for him. It was too late to change his mind anyway, Funk had made that perfectly clear, and he was worried if he stopped even just to change directions he would collapse. He really did need a break.
"Walk back toward the flood and you'll find plenty of fish," he told him with a twitch of his ragged ear, "but other prey is fine. I don't think I've ever had a rat." Rats didn't sound that appetizing either, but he was starving and he'd eat just about anything put in front of him. He just hoped Funk brought him real prey and not part of a cat -- he'd heard some cats in these parts were cannibalistic but he had no desire to join them. He'd starve to death a few times first.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 30, 2019 17:44:29 GMT -5
Funk wouldn't last long in Waterclan either. Not even cause it was gone now, but that he, surprisingly, did not like water. The smell? Fine. Fish? Cool, better than rats. But having to swim every day of his life was a big ol' no no. He'd have to be ferried around or have a boat or something. Maybe he could have gotten used to it, casting a side glance at the leader. But he didn't have to worry about that, for now at least. Until things died down, or not. Who knew.
"That's for the best. Part of the image is like 'we gotta fight for our dinner, we're so tough grrr', but god, I'd kill to have like, actual food around. Sometimes you get like mice or birds in the forest, but it's more of a graveyard than a forest." The bengal lead the orange tom up the stairs into the manor. It was nice, for a manor inhabited by cats that was mostly vacant at the time. Mostly presentable, with things intact in an eerie, kind of off putting way. But that didn't stop Funk from talking the other's ears off about whatever. Mostly the architecture of the place to make himself seem vaguely smart, or yknow, food. Whatever. He took Chim a different way then usual, just so they didn't have to pass through his meeting room and his little pool of eyes. Might have been a sore spot, not sure.
"And this is the Nemesis' lair. Settle where you'd like, I'll be right back." The room was like a bedroom, with a big bed and a large window and even a piano alongside a smaller arm couch that was closer to the ground. He said it. and suddenly dipped away.
Chim wrinkled his muzzle. Prey didn't always run well during the cold seasons, even the fish numbers sometimes dwindled when the grew across tops of the river and falls, but those scrawny prey still retained some of their good taste and they always grew healthy again once the weather improved. Funk's land already sounded awful by comparison, but to make it a barren wasteland where they regularly ate rats? He didn't even want to think about what else they ate if it wasn't 'actual food.'
He didn't look around much as they entered the manor, focusing his half-gaze on the steps ahead. He had never climbed stairs before. They were similar to climbing up rocks only they were even and not quite large enough to leap up. Chim was sure he looked ridiculous as he alternated between large steps and little leaps, but he had no idea how else to get up. He entered the room puffing and sat down heavily as Funk disappeared.
Finally he started to look around. Everything here was new to him. The only twoleg objects he'd really seen before now were the strange nests they made around fires when they camped near the river, their fishing gear, and the blanket Doestar had showed him. The leader hesitated as he looked around, then cautiously started to investigate.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 24, 2019 13:43:22 GMT -5
Well, Funk wouldn't of had the League move to the manor. And the only reason he was sticking around was his nice twoleg bed and the greenhouse. From talks with the proxies, the League was surprisingly nomadic, able to pick up and move wherever their Nemesis wanted. So maybe he'd get the chance to get some new scenery too. Besides, he made the prey sound situation sound worse than it was. There was no fresh kill pile. so the only way to see what others were eating was to walk by them eating it. And most of the time, it was hard to make out after a few ravenous bites were made.
The bengal had noticed Chim's struggling and tried to slow down, show him the easiest way to climb up the stairs. But it didn't seem he noticed, so he disappeared when they got to his room, give him a chance to look around and rest. Now, he could try and find something decent to eat. Slipping away and out of the manor, he didn't bother to pray for something other than a rat. It wasn't really his style. Scrambling up a tree, he passed by the occasional squirrel and bird nests and was able to catch a male squirrel. Keeping the prey population up but not overwhelming was a delicate process, but hopefully this fat guy would be a good start for Chimerastar. Prancing back up the steps, he slowed to a walk, overly curious what the orange tom had gotten into.
He'd paced the perimeter of the room, examined it all with a critical gaze, considered leaving, checking the other rooms, or looking more closely around this one. Instead, as he leaned against the wall debating, he felt his eyes growing heavily. Once he'd stopped talking, stopped walking around, his exhaustion had struck him all the more strongly. Endless walking without breaks or food, on top of being stuck in the flood all the way down here and the sickness that had ravaged him, was apparently bad for his body. As he slumped against the wall he became aware his paws were sliding out from under him and it wasn't dark in the room, his eyes were closed, but they refused to open, and gradually he fell to the ground.
He was still there when Funk returned, a scrap of ginger fur limp at the bottom of the wall with his legs folded awkwardly beneath him and his mouth half-open. His ear twitched at the sound of pawsteps -- he'd always been a dreadfully soft sleeper -- and with a soft grunt he flipped his head back to stare up at the newcomer blankly, waiting for his mind to catch up to the rest of him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 10, 2019 16:45:37 GMT -5
The squirrel in the Nemesis' mouth vibrated with a purr as he saw Chimera's state. It was an awkward state for the once leader, but Funk couldn't help but find it remarkably charming. Weaving his way through the doorway, he dropped the squirrel at the exhausted leader's paws and ran the tip of his own tail down one of the other's ear. It was a far softer touch than Funk would normally give, but he did like it was nothing. "The wall is a comfy choice. I can't say I haven't slept against it every now and again." He smiled, a little teasing in his voice but he didn't try to move Chim. His tail finished its treck down his ear and crossed his jaw before returning to Funk so he could wrap it around his paws as he sat. The room wasn't overly warm, but it was a lot nicer compared to the outside. "I got a bed, but it's a bit of a jump." Green eyes stared at him warmly, maybe enough to heat the room. Chimerastar's blank stare was far cuter than the Nemesis expected, and he absent-mindedly swiped his tongue over a water droplet on his head.
He was waking up gradually, reality bleeding back into his awareness as he took in his surroundings, but it was slow going until the Nemesis neared him. Then, feeling the tip of a tail along his ear, he paused. His mind was suddenly taking leaps and bounds, but his body was still-- not as surprised or upset by the contact as he was cautious. The wrong move here could discourage the other tom and though Chim wasn't entirely sure how he was feeling, he knew he didn't want to do that, so he carefully counted his breaths and remained still until Funk sat down.
"I wasn't sure what here counted as a proper nest," he murmured, a little embarrassed, as he propped himself up. He eyed the squirrel, not needing the soft rumbling of his stomach to remind him how hungry he was now that he'd rested a little bit. "Figured I'd just rest here a moment." He reached for the squirrel and swiped it close, then took a bite, savoring the taste over his tongue. He took a few more swift bites before he sat back and looked up at the tom again, nodding with reluctant appreciation. "Thanks."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 18:37:03 GMT -5
"That's alright." Funk didn't push his luck. He tended to get carried away, swept up in the faint emotion of all of it. He barely got Chimera here, originally under the tired premise of getting revenge. Now, he felt he had moved beyond that, at least somewhat. Now, he wanted to know where this encounter would take him, even if it was just for a night with unanswered questions. Ignoring any knawing at his own stomach, he took in the salty smell of blood. "You're welcome. That good for now or do you want me to find another?"
"This is enough," he promised hastily. "It's more than I'm used to." Chim had taken to sharing his prey with his family now that they were growing close again, or occasionally with friends. Most of them expected he was eating more because he was eating with other cats, but the leader was just as prone to skipping meals as he had always been, and his gaunt frame was still proof of that. He had filled in but not nearly enough. He felt a stab of guilt at the memory of his family and his clan, lost or scattered or waiting for him back home, and had to push it away. He would come back to them, tomorrow. Tomorrow.
"Take some. I don't need it all." He nudged it back toward the other tom, having the good sense finally to see if it was poisoned, maybe a bit too late.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 18:17:49 GMT -5
Funk E'tan's lip curled into a small smile. Truly, the title of Nemesis had tarnished his already awful reputation. Sure, poisoning food was something he was used to doing. And squirrels were good for that, not that he would tell. But he may as well prove his good faith. He had barely eaten today, odd behavior as he tended to work himself until he bled. The flood was a reality for Chimera, though he would have forgotten about it had it not been for Chim himself.
"You'll insist. I'm sure." He didn't take a bite from the main meat, taking a leg off of the squirrel before pushing it back towards Chimera. The fresh taste of blood was welcome and he breathed out a small thanks.
