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The moon was large in the sky, a silver circle. Full, and bright. No clouds covered the light, even the stars struggled to show themselves due to the moon. Something about this night was eerie. The wind held a chill to it, a sign of the one coming leaf bare. A cat stalked the shadows, her eyes gazing about the territory that she was trespassing on. She slid from the undergrowth and steadily got further into the territory.
Who was she?
Why was she here?
This cat was clearly stealthy, as she’d made it this far without being caught. Her ears flicked forward, the tufts on them brushing against the bush’s leaves. She paused.
Some cat was coming. She could hear their paw steps.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 13, 2019 15:36:43 GMT -5
"And that's when the man said to the executioner 'Oh, the bananas had nothing to do with it. I'm just a bad conductor.' " All at once, the wind picked up behind him. Grass and leaves thrashed with laughter, like the world was listening and gave a chuckle. Looking up, one of the stars seemed to twinkle a little brighter against the demanding light of the moon and it made a smile split along the tom's face, one he hadn't done in a while. His fur was blown up behind him, and he could only shake some of it down, the hairs behind his head still sticking up. Just as quickly as it picked up, it settled down, but not without him pausing in his steps. The scent was gone, but his own dull green eyes met the one's of a stranger in a bush.
Smile firmly in place, his tail thrashed behind him, "Hey darling. Why you cowering in a bush? Trespassing is only to be done boldly and with pride, and if you don't acknowledge that, I'll have to kill you here." His voice was so peaceful compared to the chaos he's had to deal with over the last few days. Standing alone against the manor, he tilted his head to the side as he waited for an answer.
Ah, caught red pawed. It was all a part of her plan. What could go wrong? The feline straightened herself. Her sharp green eyes met his, a clear fire shining bright within them. Just from her eyes one could tell she was fiesty. The black and white cat moved from the bushes, but her movement was not ashamed, nor was it fearful. A smirk fell along her lips, sassy, defiant.
“Darling?” Once she had entirely emerged from her hiding spot, the cat sat. Her feathery tail wrapping along her hinds and coming to rest over one of her front paws. Whilst she took the other and licked her paw pad, casually running it across her whiskers. Her eyes watched him carefully, as if daring him to come closer. Teasing him, even.
“Will it be a quick death, or will I get to watch you take pleasure in seeing the light leave my eyes, hm?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 14, 2019 16:56:53 GMT -5
Casting a glance over his shoulder, all at once the world felt lighter. Like he was under an oppressive fog until now, and was only left with a kiss that felt like teeth against his skin. It was the moon's fault, he was sure. Far too bright in the sky, he could only wait for the sun to blot it out. The Nemesis had more important things in front of him, a she-cat with daring eyes and a teasing smile. Too familiar with the look, he could see the ghost of himself. Laying one on her just as sharp and even more teasing before approaching her, giving himself into the game. Reality left him standing there, unable to ignore the twist in his stomach.
"HmmmmMMMmmmmm. Ugh. Neither." Funk E'tan sighed as his claws drummed against the earth, not letting his eyes tear away from her's again, "You're no fun. So why are you here?"
He’d came closer, which made her brows raise ever so slightly. The nameless feline dropped the paw to the earth, toes flexing slightly to show her white claws. The moonlight reflected them nicely, her emerald gaze boring into him. Her eyes unwavering, and seemingly, unafraid of the cat before her.
“I’m lonely.” Was it the truth, or another scheme? The look he’d given her had spiked her interest, and the flash across her face, though brief, had shown it. “Going about alone is.. tiresome.” She explained, her gaze moving away as she watched her tail push around the blades of grass. Her chin was tipped down slightly, and she was no longer looking at him. “I heard there were cats here. Strong cats that could possibly... protect me.” As she paused her eyes cut upwards again, but she didn’t lift her head.
“Are you one of them?” She was playing dumb. Of course he was, but anything to get him speaking. It was clear she was fond of games, roleplaying, really. To play as a sweet innocent creature, it was sometimes exciting. She loved exciting.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 14, 2019 22:31:40 GMT -5
He had suddenly found himself so tired of these games nowadays. He could play them for hours before, but now they felt too much like old scars opening up. His eyes betrayed this, not glinting with any emotion as she spoke, First she trespasses, then doesn't appreciate it as the art it was and now wanted to get protected? She was too teasing, too familiar. Gee, he had enough already.
"You're in the wrong place. We are the ones you need protecting from. Go somewhere else for your white knight." Despite the muscle rippling under his pelt, he didn't feel strong. Rather weaker and more tired than ever. He stepped to the side, making to walk around her.
Oh. Wrong move. So, she moved her pawn wrong, and lost it. No matter, she had more, right? She took his side step and used it to her advantage. She moved to match him, her nose now almost touching his. “Alright. I’ll cut the chase, bad boy.” Her entire beautiful-damsel act had been dropped. Her eyes narrowed to fine slits, and her features hardened.
“I need to be ‘hidden’ per say. There’s cats looking for me ‘cause I owe them, and frankly, I’d like to live.” She paused sniffing slightly. “I played my move wrong, now I’ll play another. Hm?” She gave a slight tilt of her head, her posture much tougher than before. She was no longer trying to appeal to his instincts.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 0:15:32 GMT -5
When their noses almost met, Funk took a step back. For the first time in a long long time, heat flushed to his face. Finding himself suddenly grateful for the night time, he cursed himself silently. Seriously, he needed to get over this... her death, but this sure as hell was not helping! Like things could get worse. Course they would till they got better. His frustration only mounted.
"And you expect to outplay me, huh?" This was his small defiance, just enough to loosen the grip on his heart and bring a small bit of life into his eyes and humor in his voice, "What'cha wanted for? How big's the bounty? How you gonna stop me from turning you in right now?"
She scoffed. “You can’t turn a cat over if you don’t know who is looking for her.” She paused again, her eyes searching his. Most cats couldn’t look others in the eyes for long, but this cat was different. She was daring, and held no fear.
“Do you want me to lay on my belly and beg you?” She broke eye contact, her eyes rolling. Finally she stepped forward, closing that step in he had taken away. Then she kept moving, her movements fluid and easy. Her tail brushed his shoulder as she walked beside him, then behind him, and beside him again. Her breath hot on his ear.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 17:38:40 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at that. This was the League, if someone was looking for her, he'd get the information pretty quickly. But he didn't say that, not one to laud over his group's accomplishments. It didn't even seem like she realized where she was. But what he found more interesting was this deep sense of familiarity. Was he really just staring at a cat who was the embodiment of him just a short half year ago? A daring cat who'd walk into wherever they wanted and charm their way out of whatever trouble they got into. Except you know, a girl. And not as pretty? Sure felt like it, and the feather light feelings along his shoulders and back did their job.
Just like he knew it would, probably just as she knew, he felt the pressure rising. It drove him nuts, like despite the cool night air, he felt like he was on fire. Fur pricking on the back of his neck, standing up more despite the wind blowing it back. Exhaling a breath out, his tail pushed her's off of him. Taking a step forward away from her was like letting a steam valve loosen. "Ugh. Forget that. Not in the mood. Have a little class, prison stripes. Take a walk with me."
A spark lit her eyes as she heard his words. Despite the fact he had straight out rejected him, she didn’t feel burned at all. Instead, she took it with stride and gave a little pep in her step. She took a few steps ahead of him, her splotched furs ruffling in the wind. His comment about her having class made her snort a bit. He didn’t know her, so knew nothing of her true past. How she liked it.
“Pleasure.” She purred as she awaited for the tom to catch up to her. “Lead the way.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 19:05:17 GMT -5
If this was Funk, he'd of feigned disappointment and then keep pushing his case until he finally won them over. Or really, just til they gave him what he wanted. He'd never say it, but he was grateful she didn't seem like she was gonna push it like he would, but he was. Just relieved enough to relax a little. He couldn't fool around yet, his heart wouldn't let him. It was too troubled from recent events. Maybe this is what he needed, a little break, just a breath of what life was like before all this happened. This wasn't his first walk around the territory at night this week, it was his first not alone.
So he pressed by her and led the way, flicking one of her ears with the tip of his tail as he passed. Feeling strangely revitalized with each step, he asked point blankly, "Do you know where you are, Stripes?"
She was a peculiar cat, it seemed. Coming out of no where and requesting to be hidden, and for what? Some bounty on her head that Funk May or may not figure out. She was spirited, and full of energy. The feline felt his fur just slightly brush hers, and almost jerked away. It was one thing for her to be the one touching, mainly because she just needed to get her way. Even his tail made her few as if needles were in her fur. His touch made her twitch uneasily. Quickly she started walking, not wishing for her falter to be noticed.
“From the smell, a place with lots of cats.” She remarked, but rolled her eyes. “I’m not an idiot. Primal Instinct, right? You really think I wouldn’t get some kind of info before coming here?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 20:05:56 GMT -5
Petty revenge was best served cold, and the wind made sure any wisps of warmth were blown away. And they could both feel needles on their skin together, so he kept a bit of distance between them as they walked. The further he walked away from the crypt, the more at ease he felt. Even these small steps were something. It was nice to know time was really passing, that he wasn't stuck in some limbo he couldn't escape. This new figure at least proved that. The night was quiet, only the quiet rustling of grass was present as he thought about what she said.
"Can't say, Stripes. Who can say what miss innocent kitty knows or doesn't know?" Shrugging the last feelings off the ends of his hairs, "Besides, who comes to Primal Instinct for protection from the big bad wolf? This is just you walking into the den."
The distance definitely felt comfortable. She was at ease with it, and had dropped the big facade she’d laid on before. As they walked, she flexed her toes in the grass. It felt nice here, but nothing was like home.. The feline took in a slow breath and then turned to look at him as he spoke.
“Perhaps they are just as much a wolf as you are, eh?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 21:54:06 GMT -5
Funk didn't think about where he was going, all he knew was that it was away from the manor. It was slower than his usual pacing, also a bit looser. His muscles relaxed a bit, letting go of some tension he's been holding for too long. He let out a hum at that, not one to overly consider himself wolfish.
"We'll see." He smiled that wolfish smile anyway, it radiated more confidence in himself than he had, "Fine, next question. Who am I?"
He was testing what she knew. Hiraeth huffed lightly, walking with the same pace as the tom. “I would be lying if I told you I knew. As far as I know, you’re just another cat of the.. what’s that they call it? League?” She have a side shrug. Her pace quickened just slightly as she moved to walk beside the tom.
“Why were you out here?” Two could play the question game, right?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2019 23:33:04 GMT -5
"We're the Coalition, actually." Tongue laced with humor, he found himself again grateful. He didn't need every single cat to know he was Nemesis, especially when he was in such a scraggly state. Or at least he felt it. And everyone always got on his case about how trying to hide obvious details from perceptive eyes or some babble like that. He stopped paying attention. "That's fine. It's better that way. And I'm out here to clear my head, Stripes, that's all. Now, you got a name? Like Stripey or something?" The last person Funk needed to hear about his problems was a random she-cat on the run. He'd just have to keep the pressure on.
Stripey. It was quite hilarious, and it even made her give a breathy laugh, but she shook her head. “No, my name is Hiraeth.” Her green eyes cut to the side to glance at the tom. “Yours?” It was nice to walk. To have an interaction where she wasn’t particularly worried about death. She was sure whoever he was had skills, but she had a feeling he wasn’t going to suddenly lash out at her and bite at her throat.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 17, 2019 1:29:57 GMT -5
"Funk." If she was gonna end up here somehow, it was better to actually not pretend to be someone else. Much as he liked all his aliases, he couldn't really think of anything funny. 'Less it was like 'Spots'. Oh darn that's hilarious. Spots and Stripes. He still kept an eye on her out of his peripheral, but became more and more at ease with each step. "Who's after you, if anyone really is. Regime?"
