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This felt like old times. Except the league had taken over their territory.. He was surrounded by strangers from both groups.. and Octavia didn't seem to hate him nearly as much. But yeah, beyond that it was like old times.
Enigma's blue gaze scanned the cats, thankfully their scents hadn't melded yet and he was able to tell former AL from league with relative ease. He was looking for one pelt in particular but didn't find it in the general crowd. Go figure, Octavia wasn't one to just hang out with the rest of the group. He'd noticed she'd seemed defeated the day before when she'd brought the league into their home. He's seen her downtrodden but never defeated..
A growl vibrated his chest as the thought of the cat that had abandoned the group.. he'd never even learned the name of the last Heda, and left this all on her former leaders shoulders. The growl turned the heads of those around him, the league cats beginning to bristle at the dark energy. Maybe it was time he took a walk, surely he still had a few haunts that these roaches hadn't found yet. It was then her pelt caught his eye, sitting away from the group as he'd thought. "Care to take a walk with me Octavia." He mewed quietly as he approached, not wanting to startle her. "It's getting pretty stuffy in here."
Inside, she wanted nothing more than to leave this place. Octavia longed to be alone once more, without a worry of others and their lives. She’d grown accustomed to living life on the streets of the city without another. Solitary had been her savior for so long. Now, here she was, forced into being here. Not entirely, but truly she was obligated.
If she ever saw the previous heda, she’d vowed to rip the cat limb from limb. Not that she actually had that type of strength, no cat did. The thought though, was enough to give her satisfaction. Octavia wondered what cat had chosen such a coward, and found herself quite frankly, angry. The fact that the cat she had chosen had led down the path to whatever that one’s name was... she shook her head at the thought, her pine eyes closing. All she wanted was to be away from here, away from the place that caused her heart all this hurt.
The memories of Eggsy and Chet, of Naqah and Octavius. Of Naqah’s own sucklings. Every piece of her heart had been ripped away one by one, until it was nothing. She truly believe she was now incapable of love, incapable of even attempting at friendship. Octavia felt... dead.
Then, he came. Her eyes looked up at the tom, Enigma. Her eyes flashed as she felt another wave of excruciating memories, and she even physically flinched. It was clear she hadn’t socialized with cats in so long, despite her previous quite nature, she seemed even quieter.
“Very well.” We’re her only words as she rose to her paws.
"Let's head towards the fence. The roaches are still afraid of the city so I'm sure they're well clear." His gaze swept over the she cat carefully. He might not have been a high sage for some time but he still had that habit of ensuring the cats around him weren't hurting. It didn't take a sage to see that Octavia was hurting.
He turned, his glower clearing their path out of the church. No cat in their right mind would approach the pair. A quick lash of his tail and they were off.
Octavia gazed at the tom carefully. Finally she nodded and followed after him. Thankful that Enigma warded off any of the eyes that were found curious. Octavia couldn’t remember the last moment she’d had alone. Eyes were always watching her. Funk was always watching her. The cats of Absum Lux didn’t look to him, and it was reflecting on her.
