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Blue felt uneasy. She had done many solo night patrols before. It's not like being alone scared her. Yet, something about the demeanor of some Absum Lux cats lately had put her on edge. It did not help that the air was heavy, unseasonably so, promising rain before the sunrise. The last thing the small black she-cat wanted to do was get rained on with the temperature so low. She'd surely catch a cough.
Regardless, she trudged along at as fast a pace she could manage. Blue had been assigned to patrol the park area and a few blocks of houses that were around it. This was fairly far from the heart of the territory, but did not have a very long physical border. It also happened to be her favorite part of the territory, thanks to the towering trees and well-stocked gold fish pond. It reminded her most of home... but was very exposed.
The small black she-cat was passing through the park when she thought she heard a rustling behind her. She froze, her heart pounding uncharacteristically, then quickly found some cover. Had that been her imagination? She tasted the air, but nothing seemed out of place...
strawberrycupid I couldn't find anyone to play the victim, so I'm just going to do it myself ... pls have Funk show up and do, ya know, whatever he wants --- Blue stayed hidden, but alert, for just a few more moments before letting out a shaky breath. Wisps of her respiration danced in front of her face, a playful mist, before disappearing into the darkness. There were no signs of an intruder, no unfamiliar scents to pick up, and no further movement from the direction she had heard the sound. Blue laughed at herself: what was was she doing, acting like a scared kit?
The grass was slightly icy, which made her paw-steps a bit louder than normal as she "broke" the frozen tufts; that must have been the source of the suspicious sound. She left her hiding place and continued the patrol, purposely not looking in the direction of the sound, but focusing the rest of her senses behind her. Blue picked up on nothing but the faint wail of a distant wind and the vague smell of the cats who had patrolled before her. She was not paying half as much attention on what was in front of her, though. She only noticed the presence of a foreign cat when she saw his eyes shining in the low light.
Blue did not hesitate to lunge while she had the upper hand and scored deep scratches across the other cat's upper shoulder. Warm blood seeped between her toes, a morbidly pleasant sensation in the chill of the night. The other cat yowled in pain and surprise, then immediately went on the offensive, raising its unsheathed claws to inflict a similar wound against Blue. The smaller she-cat had anticipated this, though, and crouched low, her opponent's strike missing. She propelled herself at the intruder's legs, knocking them out from under him, but losing her own balance as well against the slick, half-frozen grass.
"What the--?!" He hissed as he fell, twisting around to face the smaller black cat. A flash of recognition passed between the two of them. Blue did not know the other cat's name, but she had seem him around - he was a member of Absum Lux. The rest of his words were muffled as he, and Blue, both hit the ground, hard, filling the night with two thuds... and one powerful crack.
Blue had landed on her shoulder and knew it was wrenched before she even stood up, an old injury easily aggravated, and a familiar agony. She got up quickly, ignoring the pain shooting up and down her collarbone, and slipped her way over to the other cat, "I'm so sorry, I thought you--"
Her blue eyes viewed the cat's face with horror and she lost her words. He was gasping for air, his panicked breaths forming a morbid cloud, but the rest of his body was eerily still. More blood seeped out from around his neck, which she now saw was twisted against a large rock. The tom seemed to be struggling to say something. All Blue heard was a wheezing, rasping death rattle. A few minutes ticked by like this as his breathing slowed, then ceased, and the sultry cloud cleared.
Blue just stood there, shaking in the cold night air.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 20:18:25 GMT -5
Well, this was a bizarre surprise. Funk didn't know why he was here, why the chilly air tempted him out of his warm den. Why he happened to walk a similar path to Blue. Why he now stumbled on the scene of an Absum cat bleeding out against a rock. There was no denying it; his neck had been snapped and it was Blue that did it. Dark blood coated the tombstone, soon to chill and dry against it. The Nemesis lightly traced a line up the killer's spine, ending on her forehead with his tail as he walked over to the body.
He didn't recognize the tom, had no reason to. Though he wasn't gonna subject Blue to the same treat he did last time. Today, he merely turned the head with a paw. Blood dotted his paw, that he wiped off against the dewy grass under them. Without a word, he began to dig. This wouldn't stop the clan from finding out, but it might delay them some.
"Pick your jaw off the ground, Black. We got work to do."
Blue stayed stone-still as Funk approached, her eyes on the twisted body of the poor flame she had just snuffed. It was only when Funk brushed his tail down her spine that she started breathing again, having unintentionally held her breath for as long as her victim had lost his. Her first reaction was to make herself very small, her tail between her legs, her stomach brushing against the cold grass. It was a tried and true survival method. She looked like a kit that had just been disciplined, but her blue eyes betrayed a more mature storm brewing. "Pick your jaw off the ground, Black. We got work to do." She heard Funk say. The smell of dirt as the bengal dug drew her back to reality. She quickly got back to her feet. She was light-headed and nearly lost her footing again, but managed to stay on all four paws. The pain from earlier had abruptly disappeared; a mixture of shock and adrenaline had dulled those senses for the time being.
"Funk E'tan, it was an accident, I did not mean to... I didn't know he was..." Blue tried to find some words to explain the situation, but realized it was pointless. Funk had, without missing a beat, already jumped straight to coda, and she was lost at best. The black she-cat knew she needed to stop talking and and start assisting him. She trudged over to her leader's opposite side and dug her paws into the earth.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 24, 2019 21:09:37 GMT -5
(if we go with the body being discovered and Blue's sudden rise in fame, should say they find it with only Blue's scent on it so everyone suspects her?)
It was an accident, no doubt. Blue may have just been lucky that Funk was the one to find her in the straits. No telling how anyone else would react, they'd more brush it off than help dig the grave. The Nemesis didn't mind it, the feeling of fresh dirt against his paws was too nice. A shiver ran down his spine as the smell of blood began to permeate the small park. Even as he was digging, his eyes kept shifting to the body and back to Blue.
A jolt of jealousy bit at him. He wished he could have gotten this Absum Lux cat's last moments. See the light fade from the eyes of one of those that always stared at him with contempt. For as much as the two groups rubbed each other the wrong way, Funk hadn't had the opportunity to see that and was miffed enough he missed his chance. The questions burned in him. What was it like? Getting your first really brutal kill? Getting to watch them suffer? It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He opened his mouth to ask but instead found his tongue changing gears, "It's okay Blue. This little accident isn't gonna make things anymore tense between us and them more than they already are. You ought to be proud."
She couldn't be sure, but that was probably the first time Funk had called Blue by her real name. He had sounded so... comforting? No, that wasn't right. She was too shell-shocked to decode it, instead dwelling on his final statement. She should be proud? Really? Blue was unfamiliar with the emotion. She lost what little composure she had left and felt warm tears escape from the corners of her eyes. The small she-cat began to dig more frantically, her claws unsheathed, tearing and splitting as she furiously attacked the earth, the pain, in her mind, deserved.
The more she dug, the more a feeling of emptiness took root in her heart, which she equally welcomed and feared. She had killed before, of course, there wasn't a cat in Primal Instinct who had not done so. Yet, each of her murders had had a purpose, be it self defense, a territory skirmish, an aggressive rogue, etc. Blue had always held herself above her league-mates because of it. In fact, she defined herself by it: She was better than them, not stronger than them, but still better. Now, her identity as she knew it was as bloodied and dead as her victim.
The she-cat's tears had stopped, her frantic digging slowed to a more casual pace. Her eyes were foggy, feverish. The mud was bloodied from the damage she dealt to herself. Broken claws decorated the dirt.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 21:57:08 GMT -5
At some point, Funk stopped digging, only able to watch Blue as she frantically dug. No, not quite. Pour her emotions into her actions. Erratic, he winced slightly as the first claw of her's broke. As tears and blood muddied the ground below her, he got up and grabbed the body, dragging it closer to its grave.
Really, he couldn't understand. To him, there was no high ground to hold here. Those that did just had higher to fall from. And it seems Blue had just taken her first one and couldn't handle the aftershocks. Everyone had killed here, and if they hadn't, they would soon. That was assured. The League was the kind of place where you could be the worst of the worst, act out your darkest fantasies without any reproach. The more he went on, the more he realized how much those desires varied.
When she finally stopped, the bengal Nemesis walked over behind her. Grabbing her by the scruff and pulling her out of the ditch, he placed her gently at its edge. Letting go, he then walked back around and pushed the body into the ditch. As he began to kick dirt over it, he purred.
"Not yet. Maybe one day, you will find some pride in this. Or you won't. Either works for me, really. For now, let's get this taken care of and some cobwebs around your paws."
[ sorry for the delayed reply, had a busy weekend! ]
Blue hardly noticed when Funk moved her away from the ditch. Actually, being scruffed calmed her down. It released some of the tension in her muscles, which also cleared some of the fuzziness from her thoughts. It lead her to her realize something: her tears, her attack against the earth, all of it, were not really in guilt for the life she had ended. No, her true dilemma was that she had broken her moral code. She had killed the most important trait that defined her. The death of her innocence that she was really mourning.
Realizing this, Blue only felt empty looking at the bloody pelt of the cat she had killed. Her eyes were hollow while Funk hauled him into his grave. Part of her felt like she should be helping more, but every time she tried her paws felt too heavy, so she stayed put. At least she was breathing more evenly now. Her fur had even flattened out a little bit by the time Funk finished his task and replied to her.
"Whatever you say, Funk E'tan..." Her voice was not sarcastic, although perhaps her word choice was. She had a hard time believing his words, but it was not like she knew how to feel about it anyway. It was a big question mark to her in light of her recent enlightenment. Maybe she ought to listen to him more seriously. There was much to be admired in a cat who could keep such a level head in this situation.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 4, 2019 0:49:20 GMT -5
Funk was familiar with Blue's type. He wondered if she got the chance to talk to Reprise before this whole mess, before breaking her code. They would be like two cherries sharing a stem. Though one would be much harsher in flavor than the other. But still. Seeing her shatter like this made him think about Reprise breaking the same way, and that excited him. Sitting front row and watching a premiere spirit breaking was a rare occurrence, it made Funk feel a little loopy.
He still smiled as he covered the body with dirt. One that could make you wonder just how much he knew. If he even figured out Blue's dilemma. He couldn't help helping, he had a soft spot for the small black she-cat. One that wanted to see just what she was all about and what she was capable of. The smallest ones were the most deadly, Funk learned that with Innocentia. But there was so much untapped potential here that he wanted to unleash. For now, he still needed to comfort her, maybe get an answer or two.
When Funk had covered most of the body in dirt, it was like nothing had happened. Long as you ignored the good-sized patch of dirt that hadn't a single blade of grass growing out of it. He shrugged that off and walked over to Blue, standing by her and dusting the dirt off of her dark pelt with his tail. "Blue, do you know anything about how to fix a broken bone?" Eerily calm, his question was point-blank, nothing condescending about it.
"What are you talking about?" Blue responded with a touch of derision, her lifeless eyes meeting Funk's, trying to figure out what he meant. The only broken bone around here was that poor cats' neck. There was no mending it. As she thought more logically about it, the pain in her shoulder and front paws started to creep in, and she let out a laugh, "Wow, I thought you had lost your mind along with me," she laughed,"No, no, I don't have a clue. A splint maybe??"
She had never broken a bone before and was skeptical that she had. Funk was the expert, though, and, as she looked more closely at her paws, she saw quite a bit of blood. A couple of her claws were not retracting properly. Her right shoulder was swollen as well. Her memories of how she got these wounds were already a little clouded. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her heart stir, and she wanted to keep that door closed. So, instead, she turned her gaze back to the bengal. She found his smile a little unnerving but did not care, it suited him well. It was the first time she really, really looked at him, without fear or anxiety of what he was going to do next, as more of an equal than the tyrant she thought he was. She smiled too.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 6, 2019 23:33:11 GMT -5
Funk's tail swept over her and even his front paws, humming a laugh at her second comment as the dust began to dance in the air. There was no reason or rhyme for this little lesson. Maybe he just wanted to flex his knowledge some, or he did want to comfort her in some way. The Nemesis wasn't sure, he stopped thinking about motive forever ago. Instead, he just began to prattle, words falling fast from his mouth,
"A splint is good. Pretty easy and basic, anyone can do it. Sometimes, though, things go wrong. Typically, the problem lies in the break being placed wrong. While things like skin and muscle can heal themselves without much direction, you need to be more delicate with bones. If you don't get the two ends lined up correctly, you can end up making the limb too short and giving the cat a permanent limp. If we pretend we don't want that, the solution is to go back and rebreak that bone so you can effectively get another chance at getting it right. After one breaks, they don't break as easily the next time. Really, the first time something breaks, it might have been at it's most vulnerable to break. And only after it has, can it get stronger. Make sense?"
Blue's smile remained as Funk prattled on about medical information. She did not really understand it, but, for once, she saw right through him - the Nemesis was trying to comfort her. His method was atypical, but it was working. She did not imagine he did this often and appreciated the effort. It was cute.
"Interesting.. I mean, yes, makes sense." Her comment was a little half-hearted, but well intended. She paused, the added, "We should go."
Blue tried to get to her paws but her right shoulder refused to support her weight. She stumbled into Funk's side, although she was much too small and skinny to make him lose his balance. The injured she-cat felt her heart skip a beat for a moment. She rarely let any cat get this close to her; she was unfamiliar with touch. She rebalanced herself but couldn't put any pressure on her right leg.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 18:55:35 GMT -5
Was he that transparent? Probably. He didn't really care either way. He had been learning how to let go of all that pretention but it really melted away whenever he was around Blue. Hopefully, it helped, even if it was rambly and kind of missed the point. Though it seemed to, she wasn't as good as hiding things either. He smiled, just a little when she commented.
He stood up to leave with her but quickly stopped when she lost her balance. It wasn't enough to knock him over or make his heart skip a beat, he had been close to others consistently so this was nothing new. Letting out a small gasp in surprise, he gently waited for her to stabilize before coming to her other side to look at her leg. It looked odd, and a part of him reached forward to touch it, grab it, mess with it in some way he always did. But he stopped himself, and he was more surprised by that than anything else. "Blue, are you okay?" He finally asked.
(time for some romantic putting her shoulder back into place)
(10/10 max romance, couldn't think of a better first date if I tried)
Blue answered Funk by attempting to extend her right leg. She winced as waves of pain razed her shoulder, but she kept moving it anyway, testing the limits. It functioned okay but had a significant loss in its range of motion. She had no idea how she had managed to dig with a shoulder like this just minutes before.
"Something's not right," she replied honestly, "But I'm sure a day's rest will mend it..."
Blue attempted a few more steps and kept her balance, but it was slow going. It would take two, no, three times as long to get back to camp at this rate, and by then she would be missed. She doubted anyone would come looking for her, but surely cats would be suspicious when she came home late, wounded, smelling of dirt and blood, just as another cat goes missing. She turned her gaze back to Funk. He was on her side and seemed genuinely concerned about her, an emotion she did not think suited him well. She had not yet categorized her new feelings toward him, but knew at that moment that she trusted him more than anyone else.
"... maybe you should have a look at it after all." She limped back to Funk, ears pinned back a little bit, but her expression was somehow very relaxed. A ghost of a smile returned to her face when she neared him, "If you don't mind, that is. You've helped me enough tonight, I should be figure the rest out on own."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 18, 2019 19:54:48 GMT -5
(note to self: throw out shoulder before i go on my first date with funk)
It was true, this concern was very unbecoming of him. Though, honestly, seeing her struggle was worth it. He couldn't help it, some unknown and mute part might have wanted to stop it. But seeing cats, really anyone, in pain just made his heart go mad. A little light-headed and giddy. A shot of serotonin straight to the brain. As much as he wanted to extend it, the taste was sweeter when they brought it upon themselves. It conflicted with his interests in medicine, but he considered treatment a reward for giving him a treat.
"I suppose so." Funk's own claws were fine, one entangling itself in a blade of grass before he approached Blue, "though I can't quite turn a blind eye to you, Black." It was a strange mix with the soft spot he found himself having with Blue. Though he didn't question it as he gently placed a paw on her shoulder, rolling it slowly. "Feels like it's dislocated. Lay down on your side, I'll put it back in."
Blue closed her eyes as Funk rotated her shoulder. When she opened them again, she saw the Nemesis up close once more, this time on mutual terms. It as brief, but she picked up her affection in his voice, and felt like an apprentice with a crush on her mentor. Was that it? She'd sworn she was better than all those other she-cats that swooned over the handsome mister Funk. She'd made fun of them even, for being blinded by kind words, good looks and power. Blue thought herself above it all. But she wasn't really above them, was she? Here, just minutes ago, she'd lowered herself to the likes of the killers. Why not join the harem too?
Now was not the time for such thoughts, though, and she laid down in the icy grass as directed without comment. The cool earth felt good against her sore muscles, but the change in elevation made the scent of blood and fresh dirt all the more potent. Surely someone would find this place and realize what happened here before very long. Blue somehow was not all that worried, though, "Do what you need to do, Funk E'tan," she paused, then less formally added, "You can explain to me what the hell dislocation is on our walk back."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 19, 2019 21:09:48 GMT -5
It was a bad color on them. To devolve away from the morals they had held so strongly. Or, lack thereof for Funk. He shouldn't think about it. Not when a job was in front of him. Pulling out a few strands of grass, he wrapped them around a small branch before passing it to Bue. "This is going to hurt. I'll tell you when to brace and bite down on this. Try to hold as still as you can." Funk then moved to her shoulder, pressing a few things to see where it was at. Feeling like it would go back in with a basic rotation, he put his paws on either side of the leg. "Brace. I'll count down. 5...4...3...2...1!" For as much force as he said it with, the movement itself was slow and controlled. Rotating the leg allowed it to slip back into place.
Blue bit down, hard, as her wrenched shoulder found its way back into place. It was the worst physical pain she held felt yet tonight, maybe the worst of her entire life, and it took every ounce of her strength to not cry out in agony. She focused on the bitter taste of the grass in her mouth and tried to regain control over her breathing. Breathing sent aches of pain throughout her body, but each new breath was a little better than the one prior. By the time she was back on her feet, the pain was manageable, a similar sensation to sleeping on it wrong, but amplified. She would at least be able to walk on her own now.
"Thank you," she said, stretching her injured leg out to test its mobility. It was pretty much back to normal but still very paiful. Blue wanted to ask about how long a full recovery would take but thought better of it; while Funk had once been the Shaman, that was no longer his position, and she aught to take further concerns to Henri-Baptiste, "It still hurts but I can manage it... now truly, I have got to get out of here."
pls have Funk show up and do, ya know, whatever he wants
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