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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 17:01:59 GMT -5
The morning breeze brought with it sweet scents of pumpkin and almond. Weak streaks of light shone through the tinted glass of the League's new greenhouse. And no greenhouse was complete without a dedicated cat upkeeping it. This normally fell to the Shaman and the Mage, maybe even the Pathologist and Resident. They were the most familiar with herbs. That was a bit too predictable for the Nemesis.
He knew Enigma was the first to establish these gardens, and was most likely particular about how they were treated. But Funk E'tan was familiar with working in the greenhouse and had found ways to optimize the growth of the herbs in it. Now bunches of different plants grew in each row, mixing together into a medley of leaves and flowers. The stench was potent, and Funk found stepping out to take a break good, pelt stained with dirt and water.
The city was a great claim back to form for him. Finally, he had taken back what had been ripped from him all those years ago. Now the League walked the streets and vastly outnumbered the remaining Absum Lux cats. Somedays he wondered why she came to them of all people. But in the end, he really didn't care. He got to expand the territory and get away from all those awful memories the manor held.
Things had calmed down, he could finally return to form. The past was behind him, so now was the time to take everything that wasn't nailed down and have it swear allegiance to him. Whether with drugs, honeyed words or maybe a little force. The League taught him to be violent, so he ought to start practicing what he preaches.
“I wondered where you’d gone off to.” A sweet sing-song voice filled the greenhouse. No doubt she’d followed his scent and tracked him up to this place. Her eyes observed him as he seemed more at peace around plants and dirt. It was all the more curious for Hiraeth, the way that he was. Of course, after some time she had came to realize that he was the nemesis of the group, and therefore led the cats around them.
If anything, it made her want to be even closer to him. Not that she had gotten too terribly far in that aspect, but something about him drew her nearer. As Hiraeth spoke, she moved forward to peer over his shoulder. “What is it that catches your attention so much, hm?”
She didn’t know of his past, nor did she truly care. To her, she’d rather live in the moment.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 23:29:15 GMT -5
Funk didn't quite know what to make of Hiraeth. She made her home here, but so far no one had come storming up looking for her. The more he pressed the issue, the more it felt like a lie. But at this point, there were so many characters in PI for just as many reasons, he stopped bothering with it. This was basically a band of misfits, and now he needed to lead it. Though the line between misfits that sometimes caused trouble and mass murderers and psychopaths was blurred here, he didn't really care. Long as they listened and did their jobs, that was all he cared about. What somewhat bothered him more was being followed up here by her of all cats.
Ever since meeting her, the relationship didn't develop any further. Least on his side. And just because now he was starting to open up a little more, didn't mean that would change any side soon. She was another pawn, plain and simple, and pawns could be warm on cold nights with no one else around. And that was about the extent of their usefulness.
Really, nothing had caught his attention. He was more zoning out than anything. For cats to practice force on, Hiraeth wasn't his first choice. But he was a charmer, first and foremost, and would turn to look at her with the same cheeky grin he always wore. "The horizon. The city just goes on and on, huh?"
She didn’t know where it changed, or even when it had. Something about his presence made every little fiber in her being melt. Hiraeth gazed at him with even eyes, taking in the tilt of his lips as the smile just managed to show, sunlight peaking through leaves and the glass of the greenhouse. Hiraeth breathed in deeply, the scents of herbs and flowers mingled with Funk’s own.
“Mhm.” She’d never imagined herself in the city, so close to two legs and their oddities. It was a wonder she’d decided to come along. Though, let’s be real. Her fondness for Funk E’tan was not unnoticed by any. Some might even say she was blatantly mooning the tom.
The she-cat moved to sit next to him, her almond shaped eyes gazing out across the scenery. “I’ve always wondered it there were an end to the city. Or if it stretches beyond what we can see.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 25, 2019 18:19:15 GMT -5
Funk was attractive, a charmer, addicting, all sorts of things that drew others to him. He was practically magnetic in a world full of paper clips. He was called the true form of addiction, and that wasn't wrong. But, the only time others had stuck to him for this long was when he gave them drugs. Hiraeth had had none, but still stuck to him like a starving leech on an open wound. He wondered why. He only humored her so much over the last few moons they knew each other, but here she was, continuing to seek him out. Already shadowed enough by the Internal Affairs, he wondered what she thought of his comings and goings and the occasional cat that came to sleep in his den from time to time.
When she sat next to him, he instinctively came a little closer, never one for personal space when he could close it. "There's gotta be an end somewhere. Or else there'd be no fields or forests or oceans. There's gotta be one out there real close. We'll have to go see the sunset there one day, yeah?"
Addicted she was. Hiraeth couldn’t get enough of him. It was a deep desire that she couldn’t seem to satisfy. As the tom leaned closer to her she could feel the warmth radiating from his furs. Her eyes flicked up to the tom, a fiery longing was present in them.
Funk’s sweet words were like a symphony in her ears. It was almost as if she were the only he’d been entertaining. Her black and white furs fluffed up a little as she shifted her gaze out into the city once more. “Perhaps.” She answered. Hiraeth knew of the cats that frequented his nights, but also knew there were times that she was one of them. There was a sort of fairy tale within her mind. The dream that the two of them could be a happy family. It was nonsense, really.
“Funk, tell me again I’m beautiful.” Her words came out lightly, but she knew the next sentence would be enough to cure her cravings for the moment. At least, until she gave him the big news of the night.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 26, 2019 23:45:40 GMT -5
Funk was never one to be tamed. Not by twolegs or clans or groups. Not by peace or war or love or hate. It took something or someone... otherworldly to truly catch his attention. The absolute, the most, to completely consume him. The rest were just crumbs of an extravagant meal. Not worth his time. Sometimes, a few would stand out, something in them would make em pop. But everything faded, and the more the flavor lingered, the more accustomed to it he got. It was sad for both parties, no doubt a few hearts were left broken in his wake. A river of tears and the like.
Really, he didn't care.
Holding back a yawn, he listened to Hiraeth's request. It was easy, he had the power in this situation. He could rip hope away like a splinter. But he also was one of those. Absolute, most. The kind to drag you to the gates of hell only to yank you away before you stepped in. And they were still a good distance away. "You're the most beautiful in the land, my darling."
The words made her heart soar and open. Hiraeth closed her eyes to simply enjoy the moment, a purr floating in the air around them. After several moments the feline peeled open her jade eyes and looked towards the city once more, taking in the sights. The only thing between them for those next moments were her pleased purrs. Hiraeth was blind to the fact that Funk was an amazing actor. Perhaps because she’d gotten attached too quick. Clingy little thing she was.
“Have you ever thought of adding more little Funk’s to the world?” The world around them grew still as she awaited for his answer, or even reaction. The black and white molly turned her head to gaze at him with those expectant eyes.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 27, 2019 17:13:22 GMT -5
Funk let the silence stretch between them, appreciating the swaths of warmth and purrs that radiated off of her. The first especially appreciated on this chilly morning. His gaze traveled along the horizon, tracing the outline of the distant buildings and mountains when her question reached his ears. There were a good number of little Funk's out there right now, more than he needed to take over Shaman. Especially now that outsiders could take on the role as well. And surely some who didn't even know about the tryouts in the first place. Really... had he? Not really. He never talked to any she-cats with the intention of spreading his genes, just to spread his clientele.
"All the time." He lied. You know, like a liar. It was what she wanted to hear, and he was always for feeding cats what they wanted.
There was a pretty picture forming in her head. A happy little family that ran the league. One where he was her sworn protector, you know... the fairy tale things that they would tell sucklings at night to get them to finally drift off into sleep. Perhaps Hiraeth was a bit young, maybe that’s what it was. This world she had thought out... it was a bit impossible. Of course, she was not the only he liked to entertain. She was just lucky enough to get him to stick around for this long.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 21:42:37 GMT -5
There was no picture on his mantle, a bare Christmas tree with no gifts as he went out for the 100th time to dull the pain. That was all it was, all his life had become. That was most of his connections, just another drink to get another buzz going. Funk was used to getting what he wanted from others and then throwing away or killing them. There was little empathy, little love from one who's main joy was seeing others suffer. So hearing those words, and seeing that grin on her face made his heart flip. He stared at her for a long moment, waiting for her to say she was kidding.
But it never came, and the smile that split his face was one of uncertainty. One who knew he didn't need any more kits, one that had already become discontent with his older litters, but one that still pressed itself into her neck. "That's great, Hiraeth. I'm so excited." Hos words were hollow but they were at least warm.
How could it be that she was so blinded by her infatuation of the nemesis that she didn’t truly know him? The moment that she’d seen the tom in the woods moons ago, she’d decided to make this place her home. The mere sight of him had gotten her. He’d had her longer than he even knew. It was one of those relationships, where he could do anything he liked and all he had to do was ensure her that he loved her. Hiraeth would stick around, time and time again. Even without the promise he’d change. All he had to do was make her feel like she was the most important to him once in a while.
His empty words only gave her an excited buzz in her heart. The black and white feline felt him burry into her neck and she purred again. “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure. The Shaman confirmed it.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2019 23:57:39 GMT -5
Funk didn't know why some ate up the words he dished. Why they craved the things only he could provide. An addiction like a burning fire. Funk didn't mind kindling and flaming that flame, so long as he got to stay warm by it for a small amount of time. He was flattered, somewhat, for any stroking of his ego he could get.
Even if it was superficial on his end, there were still things the Nemesis liked about this. The soft feeling of fur against his face was one, the feather-soft touch of his tail against her stomach as he pulled himself away. Confusion bit at him, until he had to remind himself he wasn't the Shaman anymore. Now at least they got to tell him this news instead of him telling them. His mind traced the word 'really?' over and over and over again, a feeling of disbelief coming over him even though he knew it could end like this.
"That's incredible, dear! I-I just can't believe it!" There was some genuine shock and excitement in his voice, one that wondered what kind of kits would come. What would their personalities be like? What would they be interested in? ...Would they be ones that held his interest?
Even as he moved away, her little purr box was vibrating. Hiraeth seemed to be on cloud nine at the moment. Nothing could truly break her mood. “I almost can’t either.” She’d never been a mother before. All of this was new and exciting. Even in the world of the league, she still found happiness.
“It won’t be long, I don’t believe. They told me that once a she-cat starts showing, it’s only a few weeks away. I wonder just how many there will be. What if they’re all boys? All girls? What if we have so many we can’t take care of them all!” Of course, she was joking a little. The thought of more than a few was scary, though.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 6, 2019 23:04:32 GMT -5
Fatherhood would never come naturally to Funk, no matter how many little him's were out there and how many there were to come. Those were things of the past, and he was tired of looking back. So he didn't move far, gently holding the contact as his tail tip ran a few circles.
"Well, you are still as beautiful as the day i met you, so I'll bet on boys for now." Funk purred, briefly considering her with a doctor's eye. Not that he could tell much from the top, but he figured the litter would be fairly average. Though he tended to have more girls than boys, but maybe this would break that streak.
Little did she know that this litter would be where she crumbled. The pressure of everything would make her bitter, and she’d change from what she was now, to something different.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 18, 2019 21:20:16 GMT -5
(sure)
Funk didn't remember that day, didn't remember those sweet lies he said. When he wasn't wrangling everyone together, or trying to keep some semblance of peace, he was back up on that roof gardening. It was the only thing keeping his sane. As well as leaving the city for a spell, but he hadn't as of late. Today was a shocking lull, where he finished talking to some of the mentors. It was about time his litter with Soigne was promoted to Hunters. Bittersweet, to watch them grow older and lose the spark they once had. He fussed around camp, more cleaning the place than anyone else. Yet another thing on his mind he needed to sweep away.
