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Post by stardance on Sept 17, 2019 12:01:28 GMT -5
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A strange smell drifted across a Omega's nose late one evening in the depths of the rotting city. The smell was undoubtedly a cat's, but from where? The musk of the city masked the earthiest smells, but it still was a meal regardless. The tom licked his lips. Some unlucky soul had gotten lost. How could he turn down such a fun hunt and tasty meal? He slipped from the confines of the his makeshift den and into the bleak roads of the city. His role as an ambassador gave him the perfect reason to wander where he pleased. The city was almost sentimental to him.
He took a deep breath and grinned as the smell's earthy undertones began to reveal themselves. Forest cats always tasted better. His bone necklace barely made a sound as he slithered through the dreary alleyways. Its little rattles reminded him of all his successful hunts since his first taste of his vice. This necklace was not as large as the last one with a bone count in the mid teens. It was fine with the russet-brown tom. All it meant was he needed to kill more, sacrifice more. All these ferocious desires filled the place where he used to feel, but those days were long past.
The tom stopped his tracks when the smell of the earth became overwhelming. He lowered himself to the ground and let the bone necklace slide off his neck with a rattle before prowling forward. The cat's den had to be nearby. He swiveled his head and scanned the surrounding buildings. It didn't take long for him to spot a hole just large enough for a cat to slip through underneath the brick veneer of an old building. He grinned and crawled underneath the decaying wall, and there he was. The tom salivated had the sight of the cat still asleep. The meal practically presented itself to him. He rose from his crouch and approached the sleeping cat's exposed neck.
He could see the young tom's jugular pulsing just below the skin, its blood practically begging to meet the world in a wet, sticky mess. In one swift motion he severed the pulsing artery with a jagged claw which earned him a guttural scream from his victim. He stroked the dying cat's head with his paw as he began to suck from the hemorrhaging neck. It was a new part to his ritual that he thoroughly enjoyed and savored almost as much as the kill itself. The bleeding stopped almost and fast as it started as the cat's life faded into nothing. Sighing in disappointment, Omega removed his bloody muzzle from the tom's neck and relocated to the torso to begin his meal.
She’d been around the city for long enough to know how to avoid others. There were still some that were brave enough to come near. They either left with a lot of wounds, or they didn’t leave at all. Octavia was not much for death, but she did definitely wish to be left alone. Had she not made that clear?
It had been seasons since her reign over the cats of Absum Lux. Did she miss it? Yes. Did she plan to ever return? No. Something about Eggsy and Chet had broken her. Broken her very spirit, and though she had led after most of it, Chet’s return had rocked her to the core. Something about him, the way he acted upon his return, it actually inspired fear.
Octavia had set up things to make sure the coalition had been taken care of, little did she know they had all failed her. She’d set off on some mission Wanheda had given her, but had not been lucky to find any answers. Working for a goddess and also avoiding cats was tiring. Rather tiring.
In fact, so tiring that she felt anger bubble in herself when a cat’s scream woke her from slumber. Octavia hissed sharply as she rose to her paws and shook out her coat. She moved from her makeshift den and that was when the smell of blood hit her. It was sharp and tangy within the air, and her nose wrinkled at it.
Then suddenly the breeze danced between the tall two-leg nests, and she almost jolted. The scent was hauntingly familiar, and memories blazed back within her. Omega. It had to be. The Stretegeo was still alive? Her teeth ground together as she found her thoughts confusing, and slowly her paws began to betray what her mind told her. Her head screamed to stay away, but her paws seemed to have another agenda.
Omega had been the cat to banish Eggsy from Toxicity soil. He’d been over her for moons upon moons, and she’d served under the tom as a general that did as she was told. Why was he here now? Why was he attacking cats? As she came upon the scene she felt her stomach lurch.
There wasn’t a whole lot out there that could make her sick, but this was it. Her stomach rolled and she staggered, her hinds lowering to the ground as she felt her dinner coming up. The bike burned her throat, and she coughed several times. If he wanted, he could easily take her down as she struggled to regain control of her stomach. Her eyes watered, and mouth filled with saliva. She took in a sharp breath, gasping for air, but only found herself gagging again at the overbearing stench of the blood.
His pray fur was wiry at best. He clearly was not some house cat who wandered a little to far away. His meal proved to be disappointing under the fur, and the cannibal knew he should have expected it. City cats were never as well fed as the ones from the forest, and what they did eat was usually much dirtier than forest prey. He could taste the difference in his mouth. He could hardly tear through the tom's stringy muscles with their almost oily coating and sour taste. Whatever. The cat clearly survived like this, so it could not be too toxic.
The hunter did not notice the she-cat standing behind him until she staggered backwards. Only then did the tom sift through the aroma of blood cloaking him. The scent was not clear, but it was familiar. She did not live with anyone, nor had she for a long time, but he could smell something so familiar it almost pained him. Ah. Her. The tom was sure she had died a long time ago. Octavia was never the trusting type, and yet she entrusted the Coalition to Genesis all those moons ago. He dug his claws into the ground at the memory. Look how well that went. He chuckled to himself. Octavia picked the right successor. They both deserted their cause. Like mentor like apprentice.
He did not have anything too personal against Octavia. Sure, her disappearance started his downward spiral, but he forgave her a while ago on the premise that she had died. Perhaps it was not the best assumption, but he saw no reason to do anything drastic as of now. Octavia was no one to him. He saw this meeting as a fresh start to an old relationship.
Omega rose from his meal and turned around to see the she-cat about to vomit. He licked the blood from his lips. "Oh, don't be dramatic. We both knew we've killed some cats in our days, and we've all seen this mess." He drew circles in the bloody puddle at his feet, and then grinned as it sloshed around in a mini crimson wave. "I'm sure you've killed on your little mission for, what was her name... Wanheda."
It took her several moments to regain herself. Her paws felt unsteady still, but her pine hued gaze lifted to look at the tom. He was covered in crimson, the sickly scent wafting strongly from him. His words made her shake her head slowly, and she found her voice was even a bit weakened. “Believe it or not, I find that killing always has a price...”
He waved his tail almost purred. "Well, I've given all I can, so I don't think that's an issue for me. Besides, " He cast a longing glance back to the still warm corpse of his prey. He smirked at Octavia's little tells. She was shocked, he would even say slightly afraid. Even her once powerful eyes lacked the fire he once knew. It was almost poetic how far she had fallen. "These little things are so tasty I don't think I could stop."
She couldn’t help but take a step backwards. It seemed all cats she had once known had changed. She had no words for him, but felt uneasy and had the urge to get away from this scene.
She was afraid. The great fonder of the Coalition was afraid. He splashed some of the blood at his feet towards Octavia. "Please, don't leave me alone here. You found me, so you might as well join me for a meal..."
She took a step away, this time not hesitant as she was avoiding getting the cat’s blood on her own paws. It seemed to sicken her, and the moment he offered that she should join him, her stomach lurched again. “No, thanks.” Her words almost spat, but she forced herself to keep a level and monotone voice.
He purred and took another step forward. His sea blue eyes locked with hers. "Not yet. We've barely caught up. This is no way to treat an old friend, especially one whose life you ruined." He growled the final words as he tail swept close to the bloody floor beneath him.
Ruined? An uneasy feeling, more so than what she already had, began to creep inside her. Octavia fought the urge to step away from Omega once more, her pine hued eyes seeming to obey his locked gaze. Her claws prickled against the concrete, and her whiskers gave a nervous twitch.
A wave of uncertainty passed through his eyes. He never thought he would see her again, so he never planned for this encounter. His ocean blue eyes quickly regained their fire as the anger and rage boiled back to the surface. "Nothing that you can give me, unless you show my that juicy neck of yours." He licked his lips and purred softly. "Do an old friend a favor..."
Octavia straightened her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. “Stay away from me, Omega. I’ve let you roam these streets for longer than I should have, even when I was Heda. Leave me be, and I’ll leave you be.” Her nostrils flared slightly, and her eyes held a new fire within them.
His sea blue eyes froze over when he took a few steps forward until he stood mere inches away from Octavia. He was motionless for a moment before breaking down into a sick cackle that echoed off the surrounding buildings. "Don't fool yourself. You could never do anything to stop me, not even when you were 'Heda' or whatever you called yourself. The great 'Heda' who maimed a kitten for speaking out against you." His eyes narrowed. "That's weakness if I ever saw it."
Maimed a kitten? His cackling laughter echoed the streets and her thoughts. Octavia has her paws firmly planted so as to ground herself even as he were only inches from her own nose. His words were hot against her muzzle and her tail barely moved behind her form as she stood there.
Octavia couldn’t place the memory he spoke of. Much of her life after loosing connection with Eggsy had been a blur. Her heart had shattered whenever he’d attacked her that night.. many many seasons ago. Octavia had changed then. It seemed that Toms were around every corner, constantly trying to intimidate her.
That’s why she’d believed so strongly in wanheda. The mystical feline had made her powerful, had given her courage and the will power to stand her ground in many things. Yet... wanheda had been silent for so long now. Where had she gone? Octavia’s strong will had depleted slowly, and shed secluded herself as the strong memories of her heart break flooded back to her.
The grey tabby had truly tried to forget everything. Even her confusing relationship with Chet. Once she’d felt loved and even protected by him, but once she rose to leadership all she felt was his intimidating presence.
Octavia had accepted that happiness was not in her cards in life. Everything when it came to love... had always been ripped away from her.
“Keep my name from your mouth. You know nothing about me, Omega.” Stand your ground, Octavia. Don’t let these cats intimidate you.
The tom's cackle died off as a peace settled over him. His icy optics glimmered with something dark, something beyond what he thought he had possessed. The void where his soul used to be swelled and pulsed within him. It felt foreign, but strangely familiar. The tom closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He felt something. Really felt something. The last time he felt something like this... it was too long ago. Perhaps back when he encountered Foxstar. Yes, it had to be. It was the same void the filled him that day. It had finally come back to play.
His eyes opened and locked with Octavia's. His tail swept low to the ground as he began to speak. "I know plenty about you, Octavia. I know you're a traitor." His mind flashed back to when Eggsy found them back in Toxicity, and then to the time she took one of his lives. "You have been, and you always will be..." His voiced trailed off into a hiss while his tail sped up its sweeps. "Traitors have a special place in my heart, you know. I almost had kits with one, before she fell to her true nature. Genesis..." The stone screeched underneath his trembling claws. He licked his lips. "Another cat I'd love to tear apart."
This entire encounter was one she wished to escape. Really, avoid entirely. However, here she was. Stuck. She paid close attention to his body language, wary in case he tried to suddenly attack. Octavia has tried for seasons to avoid these type of situations. Mainly, she focused on breathing. Somehow though, these cats always found her. Ones who held a grudge, who needed something, who used and abused her, the list went on.
“Is that it then? Is it your goal to kill me? Make me suffer while you watch? The typical ‘bad guy’ vibe, Onega? Looking for revenge? Open your eyes. Every cat has already exacted the wrongs I’ve done in life. All you’re wanting is to further the suffering then? I don’t think that’s possible.” She paused, Octavia’s pine eyes boring into his own eyes.
“You want to hear me beg for you to kill me as you attack me or maim me? I’m not going down without a fight. I will fight you until the last breath I take, if that’s what your goal is. In truth, you’re never going to be satisfied with any amount of suffering I endure. None of you cats will be.” She hissed bitterly. All she wanted was to worry about herself.
Octavia was thankful that herself was the only cat she had to care for. If she had kits or a mate, well... that was a burden and a curse.
