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Darkness played like flames, swirling past her sun kissed fur and spreading far and thin from the gentle glow that emitted from her bright hour glass figure like candle light in shadows. The wind followed behind her roaring like the beast that embodied her soul. She didn't look like an angel born from harmony and love, but like a Goddess who shattered governments like glass and wore all her wondrous imperfections like diamonds. Her fur was an ocean of wild auburn cinnamon waves kissing up against the shores of her auburn bombshell coat. Across her throat were two long scars, one black as a plague and the other bright like light. Along either side of her ears were blue feathers stuck in place by sap small blue gems.
WaterClan had disbanded, it had been her favorite clan, which meant that DayClan was now officially her favorite clan. However what this really meant was that her family in WaterClan had moved. Given that Lucistic was league born his family decided to vacate to Primal Instinct. She had been banished from the league on account of the whole becoming deputy of DayClan and bury the whole assassin life thing. Turns out even the league could get butt hurt and bitter about letting go of top soldiers. Since then the league had moved around quite a bit, which was great, she got to visit the old league graveyard in peace, but that was home to the dead. She wanted to be with the family she had living today. Or really more than anything ensure they were alive and rip open enough throats to be satisfied if they were slaughtered upon entering.
Glowstar sashayed through the tall dark tendrils of grass, they seemed to grasp at her ankles and pry for her legs to stay in place. The fog was thick floating about like ghasts creating a ghoulish, haunting kind of a vibe that felt so at home. She no longer had a good idea of where the base was at so she figured she'd just keep walking till she found it.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 18, 2019 1:20:28 GMT -5
The darkness found the ghosts of the damned laughing around him, hanging thick and heavy. Sticking to him like begging for a touch only to part with each step. He had the stride of a king but the smile of a jester. With a rich dark auburn pelt like royalty, it also betrayed the fiery paths he walked to get to where he was. Stripes and rosettes scattered across him, like brands of those he's come across, leaving black as night curses and few lighter blessings. He could practically feel those hands dragging him back, but maybe it was just the souls of the damned that played today. Light green eyes that spelled sickness and serenity adorned him, the walking contradiction. Compared to the last time he saw her, he was stronger and weaker, smarter and dumber, the exact same and completely different. The nature of chaos was to keep constantly evolving, to go against everything anyone would expect, and only those unable to accept that would call it madness.
Waterclan had been destroyed, along with the other Survival Clans. He had seen more survivors crawling around his borders more than he cared for. Most were small fries, but he had managed to bring in the occasional behemoth. Though his last one was caught for just a night before being released into the night, and he was okay with that. Some of the ones that came had family that was here. He didn't reject it, the more Hunters he had, the better. Long as they didn't try and bring some crazy traditions or start an uprising, he was okay. And if they did, he had found himself with the firepower to cut it down.
Normally he managed to stay in where he was this wanted by his friends on the other side, but today was different. One long piece of grass hung from between his teeth, letting out small whistles with every breath he blew out. The air was still, the grass covered in a dew like layer despite the time of day. He couldn't smell her, but he could make her out. A silhouette dancing on the other side of the curtain. As much as he wanted to rip it away, he would have no luck with that. Letting out a couple whistles like a hall cop, he approached the figure. When the smell of warmth and wheat hit him, he tilted his head. It was familiar, too much so. "Long way from home, my love. The wind doesn't just blow ones like you all the way out here."
"Funk Beat, the flower thieving scoundrel of the forest, is that really you?" Her smile widened when she said it, shifting into that genuine, contagious grin, "I guess the wind can carry tunes."
She sat down in a patch of grass, "I've been searching for Primal Instinct's base, I heard my family moved in so I wanted to make sure I didn't need to tear anyone's limbs off if they were having a hard time getting in. I know about the initiation process so I want to make sure they pass without any discomfort. I almost feel bad? For whoever the poor sucker is that's wearing the crown right now," She smirked, "I'm not trying to be catty I swear, I used to work for the league nearly my entire life so I just get pretty sucked up in the politics there. But seriously everyone who becomes leader is this brooding emo, control freak," She said with a paw to the side of her mouth as though someone could be listening in, "Just saying, feel bad for the new Loser E'tan," Glowstar snickered quietly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 18, 2019 17:36:11 GMT -5
"What? Dost my ears deceiveth me? Or is that the voice of Glowstar, the anarchist goddess of the golden plains?" Funk E'tan bounded up to her, gently pressing his nose to the other leader's forehead, "What a sweet tune. I feel I haven't listened to it in forever. What breeze blew you all the way from Nirvana to here?"
So that was it. He heard of a larger group that Lucistic apparently knew that were going through initiation. He wondered if that group and the one Glowstar was looking for were the same? It wasn't much of his business, as the new Loser E'tan. She was right though, so perfectly correct. The last few were so hungry for power they ate until they died, and now he was stuck scraping by on table scraps. "I do too. I hear the League has been a mess as of late. Nemesis' coming and going like they actually don't care for any power given to them. But hey, I can introduce you to the new Nemesis. Close your eyes." Smiling, he pressed his paw gently against Glowstar's eyes, claws perfectly sheathed. He let his paw down, yelled over his shoulder something like "hey, e-totally moronic, can I see you for a second?", marched in place in the grass that stuck to his paws before stopping. "Okay, open."
"Wow, sounds like such a jerk, honestly like me. I skip out literally... Well I'm doing it right now," Glowstar smiled uneasily.
Her ears perked up in excitement when he mentioned meeting the new nemesis. The softness of his touch made her fur stand on end from the tickle of it. She closed her eyes shut.
"hey, e-totally moronic"
Glowstar snickered before trying to recompose herself and look slightly serious.
"Okay, open."
Glowstar opened her eyes and smiled at Funk and then looked to the side of him, no nemesis. She squinted her eyes staring down at the ground, maybe the new nemesis was really small. Nope. She looked over Funk's shoulder, "H-" The h got stuck in her throat as she pieced together that he was the nemesis, "Holy stars!" She blurted out, sugary sweet laughter escaped from her jaws, "No way. NO. Really?" She circled him as though she would suddenly recognize some sign of leadership on him, "Mister Funk E'tan?"
She sat back down in front of him before putting a paw up to her muzzle, "Should I be worried what you're going to do with me for invading the league?" She purred, "I don't know, you're not really the skin a cat alive type. Your names Funk though... Maybe you make people perform for you. That would actually be a legit entertaining punishment, that should be your thing."
She laughed again and shook her head, "That's insane though! I don't know, I couldn't imagine myself leading, well I could, but more like an anarchist society and I never imagined you leading, but here we both are."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 23, 2019 0:27:44 GMT -5
His lips twitched into a smile as Glowstar put together his little ruse. Opening his mouth to give her a hint, he burst into laughter as she finally put it all together. "Yep, the one and probably only, Funk E'tan. Unless there's another Funk out there, then I gotta kill him. Y'know, keep my image." Not that any of his proxies, shamans, hunters, or trainees were fooled. He was sure the little ones would come to realize their lot in life soon enough. To say he was thrown into this was an understatement. Really, it should have been like Senescence to take over, logically. Maybe she wouldn't keep bringing other clans' leaders back to her bedroom like Funk did. But man, he was doing real good on that front, so good for him.
"Aw man, that's smart. I mostly make them like, tear out one of their own claws or teeth. Or whatever disgustingly painful things they can do to themselves that I can show my kids. Though I guess dancing won't teach them as much, which is a shame. But if my kids can't appreciate the art of dance, they're not my kids. So I'll take it into consideration. I guess you're off the hook for now." Things would turn a lot more interesting if he actually went through with it. It wouldn't stain the carpet as much at least. But still, hearing the Nemesis of Primal Instinct makes his prisoners dance for him is not as threatening as making them self mutilate. Maybe he could just heat up the floor and make them dance that way, until they fall over from exhaustion. Oof, this place had made him too creative.
"It really is. I could have expected being a Funkstar or something like that. And as incredible and stupid that would have been, Funk E'tan fits just a little better. I can barely imagine myself leading and I'm here doing it. Though it's more my proxies are doing their jobs unexpectedly well that's led to this place not catching on fire yet. All 3 I still got at least." His heart barely responded to that quip, allowing himself to keep going, "It's unexpected, I still don't quite know what to make of all my hunters yet or what they make of me. So we're just riding the wave until I inevitably piss someone off. In some other world, I'd be Funkstar of Dayclan and you'd be Green E'tan of Primal Instinct, but I think this reality fits us a little better."
( I might wake up tomorrow and want to edit this but it’s fine for now )
"Aw, that's too bad, no one ever torments me anymore. It's a horrible place to be when you can't get someone to sock you in the face, I mean what world," Glowstar marveled.
"Can I at least be imprisoned, maybe for like six hours? And y'know I hope you're right, I had high dreams of being Admiral Green Her Hotness E'tani, but alas, things just didn't work out as planned. I had my shot though and I turned it down because I was mad at the nemesis. But then my daughter and son were murdered by later nemesis's. If I had just taken nemesis they would still be here. Consequences and all that," Glowstar said aloud with a bit of boredom at the bleakness of it all before smiling back at Funk E'tan, "But wow, kits, you always were a hot shot cutie with a devil may care attitude, no surprise you found someone."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 5, 2019 15:15:10 GMT -5
"Hmmmm, I suppose I'll imprison you for the night. Since you asked so nicely and I can't refuse a beauty like you. Smacks in the face may cost extra though" It was strange to be back talking to Glowstar, as if he was still roaming the lands and stealing herbs. Now he was stuck actually leading and keeping things in check and watching his kits. Things he never expected to do, but here he was. He'd never say the compliment made him a little warm under the fur, but it did. He didn't question it. With the stress of the last few days, it was nice to unwind with an old friend. The Dayclan leader's attitude was infectious, it made him want to keep talking.
"Yeah, try like 3, and the occasional tom along the way. Got stuck as Shaman here for a bit and they were all 'you need kits to take over. we have traditions we still care about for some reason'. So one's dad asked me cause he still wants power despite teaching his grandchildren horrible slang. They'll call me a big drip and I can only sigh. Anyway, another one let me long as I brought her some eyes. Don't know her deal, but hey, it was simple enough. Guy can't complain. Third one I actually liked, course she fell through the estate and killed herself and the kits. So now I'm back to square one, just Nemesis now since the last 2... 3 maybe, just disappeared and for some reason, everyone looked at me and said 'you're gonna lead now'." He said it with a casualness he hadn't been able to until now. It was a pretty messed up tale in hindsight, but it was just the hand he was dealt. Now he just needed to work with it somehow.
"You think that's bad? I had a secret surveillance team that Vera E'tani discovered. She dragged my son over with claws at his neck ready to kill him and expose everyone in the operation if I didn't back down. Then the youngest member on the team was brainwashed by a cult and fought me most of her life to try and indoctrinate me into her way of life and actually assisted in abducted me and holding me prisoner, twice."
A slow smile tugged at the edges of Glowstar's lips, mischief dancing in her eyes, as her head tilted slightly in a silent dare for him to top her tragic story.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 7, 2019 16:51:07 GMT -5
"Aw gee, I haven't had enough enemies to have any stories that can top that." Funk laughed and shook his head, "What about other's stories? Do they count? Probably not. Then I concede defeat." Lowering himself into a little bow for Glowstar, he felt that lingering weight lift off his shoulders. Sure, everything that happened was awful, but the world kept turning. Good and bad things would continue to happen. It was schadenfreude, but hearing about Glowstar's heart aches made him feel better about his own. Especially how she continued to go on and laugh about it, so that was what he needed to do to. Standing back up, he returned the grin, "Maybe someday I'll have something better to counter that. Well, wanna go? That jail cell isn't gonna sit in itself."
"I don't know, my organs sit in myself, therefore a jail can sit in itself. But since you so gracefully gave up and let me win the tragic backstory contest I'll let this slip up slide," Glowstar jested.
She walked along side Funk E'tan, but five seconds in already looked bored, "You know there's just not as much fun as willingly going to jail. I want a chase, I want to hide out in a ditch and live off of pine cones and a single dew drop on a blade of grass before being discovered and screaming absolute nonsense as I'm being dragged away. Those were the days, now I just gotta invent fun," She explained even though a situation like that had never actually happened. Although in fairness she hadn't fought with someone in forever, no one wanted to start a fight with her and with her elegant queen demeanor no one dared to challenge her because it wouldn't be, "appropriate."
She leaned her head onto her shoulder blades with an exhausted look before lifting her head back up, "I don't know, let's just see where the night takes us, or actually what do you want to do," She asked, pausing in her stride. After all Funk was probably out there for a reason.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 25, 2019 18:03:07 GMT -5
"I mean, I can arrange that. But I don't think your clan would be happy seeing you after surviving on pinecones for like a week. And I'd fight you, but it would not be very exciting for you, trust me." Even with Eshek's training, his fighting was remarkably... average. Not up to snuff with the rest of the League. Now, if he could get Glowstar on a few pieces of catmint and then fight her, she might have fun with it. And he would probably not have fun with the erratic tears that would cover his body. Remind him too much of the past. Dumb stuff like that. The kind of stuff that shouldn't preoccupy his mind when Glowstar was here.
When the conversation turned to him, he paused in his stride as well. Why was he out here? His mind tended to get stuck in this limbo whenever Glowstar was around. Like nothing before that happened and nothing after that would happen mattered. The kind to command every atom in his body and he would let her. He'd be annoyed if he didn't like her so much. The grass he had forgotten about dropped from his jaws.
"I guess lamenting the past, as horrible and out of character as that is. Though this night isn't for something as tired as that, especially with a goddess around. There's the manor, anything around here, the city. List goes on and on. I'd be delighted to go with you wherever you'd like to go."
"Uhh, want to go to McDonalds?" She smiled sheepishly at first, but her eyes stared tauntingly into his with a you know you want to expression.
She had no clue what a McDonalds was until she met a kittypet named Shilo. Turns out kittypets, rogues, and loners swarmed to this joint for back alley food. She had tasted two-leg food plenty of times herself to the point that traditionally in leafbare DayClan cats main source of food was diving in the bins at the back of two-leg dens and finding meaty items. However McDonalds was an acquired taste, first time it was gross, rubbery, nothing felt right. But after a week she found herself coming back and eating it. Since then it became a tradition and she'd commonly take her kits there as a treat.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 20:23:34 GMT -5
Funk rolled his eyes some at the request. Sure, he had been to McDonalds and several other twoleg establishments. He didn't get the fascination, it was too overly salty and greasy for his liking. Tending to feel worse after eating there, he could have easily said no. But that was never the role he played with Glowstar. More because he really had a hard time telling her no than anything else. He may have been angel eyes, but her gaze always had a way of drawing him and making him never want to leave it.
"Heh. Alright. Just for you, I'll go. It's a bit of a walk from here, though." He smiled, he couldn't help it.
This was not McDonalds, this was the back alley to a McDonalds, but close enough. Apparently Glowstar didn't like to get up close with two-legs with the same kind of confidence that Senescence had. Probably because Senescence knew how to burn two-legs alive and she didn't. Glowstar leapt on top of a dumpster been and took one look in before jumping into it herself. She threw a few items out including a box of chicken McNuggets, a happy meal still in the red box, and a small chunk of a burger with pickles on it. Glowstar leapt back out onto the dirty pavement brushing her nose lightly before grinning at Funk, "You on a strict low fat diet or are you going to join in the meal with me?"
Her left ear stood up straight upon hearing a noise from the side as a tom began to walk over and Glowstar immediately turned in the direction of the cat, but before she could get a word out he spoke first, "Well well well, I always thought someday you'd find your people and by the trash around you it looks like you fit right in," The tom smirked giving a curious look over Funk before continuing, "I was shopping around for some fur care products when I thought, oh my God look at that weirdo and it was my weirdo so hello."
"I'm trying to enjoy my McDonalds, Sean, not induce myself to vomit looking at your ugly face," Glowstar said, but even saying that it wasn't a good enough come back. Sean looked like a model. Amber brown fur dominated his God given body, lone silhouettes of willow bark hues trickled down his scarred snout and speckled along his sepia colored chest. Gold colors caressed across the tips of his tail and ears like pressed buttercups. His eyes an exotic gilded green with a long scar over his left eye that only amplified his good looks. It was like telling a rose it wasn't beautiful, it was factually inaccurate by anyone with eyes.
Sean seemed amused by Glowstar's come back at best, but his yellow green gaze laid on Funk E'tan, "I'm her brother, we're twinsies."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 4, 2019 1:01:47 GMT -5
The journey really flew by. He wasn't sure how she did it but couldn't find it in himself to question it. Maybe one day he would figure it out, but today wasn't that day as he dodged the flying box of chicken nuggets. Only able to reel them in before another thing came flying out, he wondered how these things ended up in the trash in the first place. This was a great meal for someone, even if the smell was too intoxicating.
He was gonna eat, even if he wasn't particularly hungry. Long as he didn't get any pickles, anything but that. When he opened his mouth to say something, he caught the oppressive smell of the Regime as they were approached. Funk wouldn't say he recognized whoever this was, just that smell that only had bad memories attached to it. Even as they squabbled, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. He opted to just watch and listen, admittedly appreciating his date and ... his date's brother. Oh. Ohh.
"I get it. You're both gorgeous. Don't need to tell me twice." Hey, if it looked like art, it was art. Even if both pieces were related and probably did not like each other, he could at least still compliment them, right. Besides, it was clear who he was infatuated with, "Funk E'tan. Nemesis. And you are?" He still took a few steps towards the two, almost standing between them.
"Sean Eerie, s-e-a-n, pronounced Seen. If you call be Shawn I'm allowed to kill you, only my mate calls be Shawn," Sean explained.
"That's weird, the first time you didn't hesitate to kill your mate," Glowstar said curiously before dodging out of the way from a stray soda can be kicked her way.
"That was an entirely different circumstance, you know I'm a mess from that!" Sean said blushing profusely.
"He killed a proxy when he was young, she was my best friend, made me raise his daughter," Glowstar explained.
"Oh, those facts are fake and you know it! I would have raised my daughter, even though she tried to murder me and scarred my eye and threatened to throw herself off cliffs and all that," Sean said.
"He did kill his mate though, she left him and took the kits. He got mad that she tried to hide their fathers entire existence from the kits so he killed her. He's always acting like the Renegade side of the family is so innocent, but their just as lethal as the league side," Glowstar taunted, "It's just how things have always been in the family, Renegade Eerie's vs League Eerie's."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 29, 2019 17:16:49 GMT -5
"Sounds complicated, not like he seems better than your typical Regime cat." Listening to these two squabble made him glad most of his family had come to the League and got along mostly fine. There would always be riffs, but at least they were all equally bad. The Eeries were a bit too big and bizarre for him to wrap his head around, and probably the most intimidating family he could join. Course, he was always up for a challenge. 'Less it meant trying to keep these two from ripping each other apart. He better not be expected to do any of that, Funk would just make things worse. He knew that, that's what he always did. "So, besides being a nuisance, you got any other reason to crash this date or were we that unlucky?"
