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The moon illuminated the pine hues of her eyes. She walked at a steady pace, making sure to keep out of sight. Her paws were silence in the night, each step careful. Her breathing was slowed as she walked, the half-bare trees casting stripes and spots from the shadows the moon gave. Octavia moved through the graveyard, weaving between the jutted stones and broken rubble. The feline was clearly making attempts to be alone, undiscovered. The night was late, and most cats, were fast asleep in their nests.
She thought it would be different, coming back here. The scents that wafted around the area were not at all what she’d imagined. Primal Instinct’s scents were stuck to everything, sticky and very potent. Absum Lux? Their scent was almost non-existent now. She brushed against a leaning stone, her tail tip touching the side, hesitating. A guard stood several feet away, a league cat. Her whiskers twitched as she moved her head to the left and saw another way around. Quickly she slipped past the cat and into the forest. Beyond the forest, the city, but she wasn’t sure if she planned to go that far.
Her steps had slowed and her shoulders relaxed even. Octavia craved isolation again. Every second there were eyes on her, watching her, spying on her. Waiting to see if she would turn the previous coalition cats against the league. Eyes watching to make sure she was attempting to reenforce the rules and laws of the league. Or eyes watching and waiting for no coalition cats to be near. Octavia had already dealt with the brutality of the Primal Instinct Cats. The chances that they got her without a previous group member, they liked to play games. With her as the target. Her body was sore, but she took it. What else could she really do? If she left, the coalition cats would be the ones to suffer. So, she carried the weight of them on her back. Some would say it was foolishly noble, and it was. She didn’t disagree.
There was not much forest through here, and she was sure she could already see the lights of the city blaring in the distance.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 22:34:10 GMT -5
Lorelei hated guard duty, more so when she was stuck in the same position for hours on end. Maybe the calico was finally loosing it when she saw a shape move out of the corner of her eye. Though when she turned her odd gaze, nothing was there. Letting out a sigh, she dug her claws into the ground, aimlessly pulling it up as another figure passed in front of her. This one had no shame, nothing to hide, leaving paw prints behind in the soft earth as Lorelei waved him through.
This story wasn't about Lorelei, who Funk E'tan knew and relied on. Nah, for today, she was a two bit character. Something he was sure she'd take to gleefully. For now, he walked along the worn path casually. While the old paths he knew were mostly torn away and paved over with new ones, this one was still here. A few remnants were still in tact from the past, and he followed them without realizing Octavia was in front of him. The Nemesis was lost in memories of the past, of clicks of claws against pavement and conversations that led nowhere. When times were simpler, easier.
He came back to reality when a bright light flashed across his eyes. Fur pricking up, it quickly calmed down as the light became clearer and dimmer. Odd, it wasn't firefly season. They bred during the summer, Funk thought. But this one flitted around him before heading deeper into the thin forest. Curiosity overcame him, and he left those memories behind to follow it. He pushed through the brush easily, not caring to sneak or worry, more focused on his bizarre and charismatic leader. His celadon eyes wouldn't have even noticed Octavia if the firefly hadn't given her away. Opening his mouth to say something, he was stopped when the insect began to flit away. "Nevermind, we'll talk later." He got out before prancing after the glowing ghost.
He was perhaps the last cat she had wanted to find her out and about. Octavia had even jolted upon the voice, breaking the silence like a crashing wave against the shores of the beach. The tabby cat spun around, her heart thudding in her chest from the sudden startle. Her whiskers twitched nervously as she watched the nemesis dart away.
Great. Now she wasn’t alone, and what was worse, it was Funk whom had showed up.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 24, 2019 0:11:45 GMT -5
Funk didn't stop and smell the roses. He didn't really think about Octavia or what she was doing out here. It was none of his business despite it being entirely his business as Nemesis. For now, science was to be had. Picking up the pace, he ignored any stinging in his paws from stepping on thorns or ticklings in his nose. When he finally broke free of the forest's grip, he was met with standing on the edge of a shallow canal with plenty more fireflies hovering around. They matched the stars in the sky, but were right here. They could rest on his head or in his paws, where life and death hung. Unable to hurt them, they merely flew away once they were done. Tail flicking behind him, he had only one question; why now?
Octavia stood there, alone for now. Finally, she sat down. Her tail curled neatly over her front paws as she let the sounds of the night engulf her. She tried to relax, but when was the last time she’d truly done such a thing? Her pine hued eyes stared at the spot the tom had disappeared through in silence.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 25, 2019 17:38:27 GMT -5
"Hey Pigeon, do the fireflies normally breed this time of year?" The Nemesis yelled, wondering if Octavia would hear him or even respond. She should know, this was her city after all. The flies themselves flew around below him, a few coming up and investigating him curiously. Some even crawled on him. Brave and curious little creatures. Most insects aren't that daring.
She didn’t know. Octavia didn’t have the time for enjoying the beauties in life like those. Or the wonders... or grossness. Octavia hated bugs, quite honestly. They were nasty and pointless creatures. So, she said nothing. Better to not answer. She did her best to avoid the tom, as it was anyways. Maybe he’d grow bored of her presence and send her away.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 21:21:54 GMT -5
Guess he shouldn't have expected an easy time with the once Absum Lux leader. He didn't quite know what she thought of him, but it never seemed good. Least with the way she tended to avoid him. Not even bringing up the many complaints her clanmates surely had with the way things had gone. Shaking the few stragglers off, he watched their pale lights dance in the dark dam, flitting about endlessly. As more buzzed past him, he took a step back. "Fine, guess I'll ask Enigma. Maybe he'll actually give me an answer." Really, there was little point in trying to get something out of Octavia, but he was one to try, "So, that spider on your shoulder your friend or are you playing hard to get?"
Octavia had wanted the seemingly carefree way the leader played with the bugs. Funk E’tan was much unlike any she’d encountered before. How could one enjoy the world and its oddities the way he did, and still be so intimidating? It puzzled her and almost made Octavia scrunch up her lip.
Though her thoughts were rudely interrupted when he spoke. As he mentioned the insect that was located on her shoulder she felt her muscles tense. Octavia sucked in a sharp breath as he’d fur stood on end and she jolted from the spot she’d been standing. The tabby felt her claws flex as she meowed and shook her body roughly to rid herself of the creepy crawly. The spider scrambled away, leaving the ex-heda panting and flustered.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2019 23:24:56 GMT -5
"Oh, there was really one there?" Funk's tail tapped against the grass as the arachnid disappeared into the night, barely spotted against the ex heda's light pelt. He inhaled a bit like he was gonna start laughing, but never did. That was probably it, the intimidation. Things that he did that he didn't even think about. He never considered himself intimidating. Too slender and not enough muscle or bite. For as much as he could puff himself up, it only tended to show the League and others just how much fluff covered him. It'd needle him, but he found the pain not as sharp as before. "Breathe though, Heda. Cardiac arrest is ill-suited for one like you." He said slowly, unreadable green eyes meeting her's.
The air had changed. She was unsure why, but something felt different. As her breathing calmed, she met his own green eyes with her pine colored ones. His comment made her lip twitch, the faintest of smiles had appeared. Though, only for a short moment as it faded again to her blank expression.
She’d been through too much to really smile. In fact, when was the last time she had truly smiled? Octavia couldn’t remember. Every time she thought of happiness, it had been seasons upon seasons ago. She’d given up long before then. Now she simply walked and breathed in a shell.
“Heda.” She commented softly, her eyes seeming to lose light. “There is no Heda, unless you’d say I hold the title for life. Then I suppose. Should I hold my head with dignity, or is that a title of shame now that all my work has crumbled under my very paws?” It was not often that Octavia would speak so much, so getting her talking was a wonder in itself.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 6, 2019 22:55:28 GMT -5
Funk didn't feel much change in the air. It might have just been because he was the one in control of it, the kind to just let it run where it wants. For one so laidback, few would truly relax around him. He emphasized it as he stretched his front legs out, almost laying down but choosing instead to walk them back.
Ear flicking back some, the Nemesis was surprised she was actually talking to him. He expected to just be pushed to the side. "Has it really crumbled though?" His words weren't comforting, straightforward with confidence that might have said he didn't even think his words through, "With the way those old souls are talking, I think those ideals of yours won't be killed so easily."
Octavia scoffed. “I see the fire they try to keep alive, but you’re nothing but dirt spread on coals to put their little lights out permanently. You’re only here to keep them alive a little longer, until they either conform or become entirely useless.” She shrugged slowly, the reality of it making her frown.
“I’m only here until I can leave knowing they’re all dead or have let go of Wanheda.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 18, 2019 21:13:47 GMT -5
Funk shrugged at that. It didn't matter to him what role he played, or for what goal he was brought here. Octavia was the one to bring them, the one to try to extinguish that light. It was not his full intention, though he didn't mind getting to choke a clan to death. Maybe when that fire died, everyone would stop giving him a hard time about everything.
“I don’t have much of a choice.” This was the first alone conversation the two had shared. It was interesting for her, and also made her feel oddly vulnerable to be opening up to the nemesis. “I don’t belong here anymore. The sooner I leave, the better.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 20, 2019 23:52:44 GMT -5
For one supposedly very intimidating, Funk was just wacky and charming enough to be easy to talk to you. He was told that a lot, even when people weren't forsaking their rent for his drugs. If the Nemesis tried to play anything up, it wasn't obvious. Instead, he just went with the flow and didn't question it. He thrived in 1 on 1 conversation, even if Octavia was somewhat put off by him. The bengal didn't really look at her, choosing to stare at the blank sky above them. "Where will you go then?" He asked genuinely.
“Further than the territories I know.” Octavia responded. In other words, she truly had no idea where she would go after this. In her many seasons of life, she’d only felt content leading the coalition...
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 21, 2020 14:28:05 GMT -5
The wanderer could respect that. Even if it sounded like she had no plan and just fancy words. Content and belonging were strangers, he had no reason to speak of them. Even with the position, some part of him knew he didn't quite belong in this group. He'd always be seeking for something more. It was only a matter of time until he got bored and left. There was no way he could stop her, would stop her. He wondered out loud "What do you hope to find?"
The next question was unexpected. Her pine green eyes turned to look at Funk once more. Her mouth opened to speak, but it seemed as if she were having trouble finding words. Octavia felt an odd sense of anxiety at the question. Truthfully, she’d never thought about where or why she was straying away from everything she’d known through her life. The dark tabby closed her mouth, then sat down. It was perhaps the first time that she’d forgotten her edge around him, but she felt almost overwhelmed with his inquiry.
“I don’t know.” She admitted finally, her tail sweeping across the cold ground. “Peace?” Her tone seemed questioning, and her her head shook a little. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” She’d finally said it aloud. When she’d been sent off on some crazy mission by Wanheda, she’d finished losing herself. Between the things she’d dealt with out of Omega, Eggsy, Chet, the coalition, the journey of the mission from wanheda, the call back due to her works downfall... it’d been enough for her to question her very existence.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 24, 2020 17:19:05 GMT -5
The silence crawled on, the world barely speaking around other than the flapping of insect wings. Funk could have looked at her but had a feeling he'd get nowhere so the ground was much more interesting. So when the answer came, he wasn't too surprised. Peace was a never-ending journey, as was finding yourself. Least that's how it always was in the movies. After a long and perilous journey, the hero finds the family they wanted the whole time. Life was crueler than fiction. He didn't know everything that Octavia had gone through, wouldn't say he cared either. "I suppose if you can find another purpose out there, that'd be good. But some of those things can only be found when you're around others."
