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Titania wove her way through the trees, stopping just before she reached the scent border. As she had no death wish, not even a whisker went over it though her curiosity was tempting her. The savannah sat still to watch for any signs of life. Her chest rising and falling as she breathed was the only sign of life coming from her as she waited. For what she was waiting, she did not know though she had a pretty good guess it would involve bloodshed. These cats she knew would kill for no reason and she could crave a good fight herself from time to time. Her true goal, she won't admit it to herself, was to find a tom. Her rounded ears perked at the sound of a brown twig, that if she had to guess had been snapped on purpose.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 17, 2018 23:50:37 GMT -5
His eyes glittered with quiet malice, watching her like she was nothing more than a piece of prey. Malacath was a terror to behold, his intimidating appearance enhanced by his bengal markings, which effectively identified him as part of the league's royalty. He had indeed snapped the twig, ready to make his presence known. He stepped forward into the light, his whiskers twitching with amusement. What a brave soul, indeed.
"You must want to die," he stated, watching her with a guarded expression.
"But alas not today, seeing as I have yet to cross your precious border." Her tone was light and she seemed to have a sparkle in her eyes. Titania quickly clued in on the bengal pelt. Oh, this was so much more exciting now that she had come across one of Vera's kin. Even she knew of the ruthlessness of the Nemesis's kin. However, some part of her couldn't help but offer a bit of sass. Perhaps the bengal was right, she did have a death wish or at the very least an addiction to adrenaline rushes.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 22:52:21 GMT -5
"Fair enough," he mused in response, creeping closer to get a better look at her. Inquisitiveness was never a virtue when it came to the league; most things were best left unexplained. His eyes glimmered with a hidden curiosity for the brazen she-cat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss ...?"
She stepped slightly closer to the border, now less than a tail-length away. This tom was unlike what she had been expecting from the rumors that were passed around. "Titania, and you might be?" She was outside enough that there shouldn't be the scent of kittypet on her and she always made sure to find some sort of herb or flower to roll in, yet one could never be too certain. While he seemed pleasant she wondered how that could change if he felt she was easy prey. Though she thought glumly, he already could and is just waiting for the right moment. Best not to let her guard down just yet.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 23:04:48 GMT -5
"Malacath," he responded. The name itself was sinister, and the shadows in his gaze complimented it. He tilted his head, his eyes sweeping over her slowly. "Where are you from?"
