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“Funk, eh? Funks got spunk.” She couldn’t help but giggle at the little rhyme she’d made. It put a little bounce in her step, and Hiraeth had to admit she felt a little lighter. Being in his company was nice. Not that he was particularly inviting, but it was interaction with another cat. Which, again, that was nice.
“Does it really matter who’s wanting my throat cut?” Her brows raised as she turned to look at him, pausing misstep. “All you should know is, there’s cats out there who want me dead, ‘Kay?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 17, 2019 17:32:32 GMT -5
"And all you need to know, is the jury doesn't accept circumstantial evidence." He smiled a little at the quip. He's definitely been called worse, but also better so ehh. He'd take it. Glancing down, he saw the grass path thinning to rougher asphalt but didn't pay it much mind.
Not stopping, he continued, "Your only evidence is your testimony. Give me something a little more solid. Like a hit notice, or a second witness."
“Hm.” Was her only response this time around. She continued to walk, her paw pads feeling a little odd against the thunderpath like ground. Hiraeth was being very observant of her surroundings, taking in the nature and territory. It was beautiful, she had to admit.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 1, 2019 16:26:54 GMT -5
Where were they going? He wasn't sure, he just kept walking. She didn't respond though, guess there was nothing else to say. Maybe when they were ambushed, Funk might believe her. Unless she was elaborate enough to set up even an ambush for them. But hopefully it wasn't that complicated. "Why here? Why not just go to a more accepting group, like Springclan?"
“SpringClan.” The feline scoffed, though it seemed a bit mixed with laughter as well. “Do I really look like a cat that would fit in well to SpringClan?” Hiraeth had stopped midstride to stare at him. She was joking of course, but serious as well. She wasn’t exactly the most beautiful. She personally felt like SpringClan was filled with beautiful cats, like the blooming flowers. At least, that’s what she thought of when she thought of the softies of that clan. “Why did you decide to live in Primal Instinct?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2019 17:25:49 GMT -5
"Sure. They take just about anyone in and they won't grill you for a backstory like us." Funk held no such ideals of the clans. With time, he found each clan was just a group of average cats with a similar goal. Whether they were tied together by religion, duty, family, etc... they were all the same. Sure, Springclan was nice cause there were so many flowers and the ground was fertile. But he dropped it when the way he ended up here was brought up. He let out a sigh, never pleased to share how he ended up in this dump. If he hadn't agreed to Mother's terms, his life would be so much different. Better in some aspects, worse in others. "I got roped in by a Nemesis. It's not that interesting of a story."
“Oh but isn’t it? A Nemesis is what? The leader? So tell me, what did the nemesis have to do with you?” She wiggles her nose, eyes bright with curiosity and glad for the spotlight to have been taken off of her for now. Hiraeth walked a bit faster, just enough that her tail tip could brush against his nose. “Tell me the story.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 14, 2019 16:19:21 GMT -5
"She wanted me to grow some poisons for some spat between Primal Instinct and Absum Lux. Then that never happened and I had no where else to go and wanted to keep working on my research so here I am." Funk E'tan wasn't quite ready to admit he was the new Nemesis. But she'd learn sooner than later if he let her stay.
“Oh what an adventure.” She purred lightly as she stopped in front of the tom, before taking a seat. “Do you have a family, Funk?” She asked, her voice light. The feline gazed at him with expectant eyes, curious of his life. Perhaps it was because he’d seemed so closed off, maybe he held a deep dark secret. Like he killed his kits or something insane.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 18, 2019 23:20:45 GMT -5
Funk wouldn't have stopped if she hadn't sat down in front of him. This wasn't really a night he wanted to talk about his family, especially after Eshek's sudden death. He looked away for a moment, back at the manor they were leaving behind to go who knows where. It was a fairly bold question for someone who still couldn't give concrete evidence that she was being chased by some group. Somehow, he didn't really find a lot of comfort in lying about it. He's been lying for so long. It was almost boring. "Yeah. Got a few kits back there. My girl just died though." It was so simple, so easy, the words felt like air. The silence would be daunting though.
