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Her whiskers twitched in an almost rhythmic manner, coated by her own blood. She caressed her fresh wound with the pad of her paw, ever so often pressing it in to feel that bittersweet stinging sensation she craved so much. Maya was not anymore crazy than any Primal Instinct resident, nor was she more astute and devilishly clever than her sister Severine, but one thing she definitely was was masochistic. Although she didn't say she was, she loved being inflicted with wounds and pain. She was hungry for it, hungry for flesh and blood. And she didn't understand why others didn't feel the same way.
Maya's legs stretched out one by one, the hemlock plant tied around her tail sticking out like a dove amongst pigeons, contrasting her dark fur with its stark white petals.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2019 15:13:51 GMT -5
The smell of blood was one that tended to permeate the city. Though it was fairly new, the Coalition cats were never as bloodthirsty as the League. Which was good, it helped keep them in check more. But the rich coppery smell was better fresh, the kind to bring curious cats to see just what was going on. Of course, all sorts of characters could have shown up. Some would show concern, a normal strain that was bizarre here; others would happily question and relish in your pain, probably help you make a few more too.
This one was surrounded by the scent of herbs, foxglove flowers wove into his short auburn fur. There was no denying the curiosity that lingered in the Nemesis' green eyes as they landed on Maya. "I take it business is too slow for you. To where you gotta injure yourself just to see me?" There were many medical practitioners in the League, but Funk still got a relatively good stream of customers despite being so busy.
Lifting her paw up, she turned to lock eyes with the Nemesis. She had seen many reigns come and go during her time in the League, and she had always envisioned a bitter end to all of them. And he was in the same field. She could never see Funk engraving his name onto Primal Instinct history.
Her tongue lapped up the blood on her paw, and while still looking at Funk, she replied, "What makes you think I wanted to see you?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 18:43:27 GMT -5
She could say that, to his face or wherever, but Funk was full of surprises. Ones that tended to shake the foundations they were so used to. He had no care for legacies and the like, just letting this ride out until it died. The Nemesis rested his head on his paws, not flinching at her sharp reply as one of his paws absent-mindedly split a blade of grass in half. Not even looking at her, he responded plainly, "Nothing. But if you're moronic enough to keep cutting yourself and not others, you'll see me sooner rather than later, no?"
Maya curled at the mention of the word 'moronic'. Words never hurt her, they never meant anything. They didn't need to be dealt with anymore than a laugh. But she hated being called stupid or annoying or crazy by someone who had more power than her. "Hmm," Her voice shivered softly, thinking over her answer. "I don't need a healer."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 0:41:27 GMT -5
"Hmmm fair, I s'pose." Funk really wasn't one to talk in this situation. He had dug his claws into his own leg just to see how it felt. That tended to end in him immediately eating something to dull the pain, though. He was vaguely masochistic and curious, not enough to consider doing that to himself repeatedly though. That was the way he was, and the League held all sorts of different views on life, medicine, and their own ability. Some were the face of teenage rebellion, others called him a witch. It was bizarre. He considered how to continue this, curiosity beginning to bubble in him, "So, if this isn't for business, I take it's for pleasure?"
She wavered in the question, let it fizzle in the air as her mind processed the sentence. She never really stopped to think about why she liked the pain so much. It was so painful, it was enjoyable. It was a wonderful sting that spread throughout her body. It made her feel alive more than anything. "Yes," she answered carefully. "I guess you could say so."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 18:25:46 GMT -5
Funk's tail flicked as he waited, finding the scenery more interesting as he let the question hang. He held no opinion on how she answered, just asking for the sake of asking. To make her think about it. Though he was pleased that she answered it, a straight forward answer was better than beating around the bush. Letting it sit for a few moments, long enough that it was clear he thought about it but not too long, he brought his gaze back down. "Your high still satisfying? Getting what you want without battering yourself too much?" He asked cause he was somewhat concerned with his hunters, but also because he wondered if she would be interested in any herbs to heighten the effects.
"It sticks for very long," Her eyes flew wide at the mere thought of it. "But not nearly enough. I keep chasing it because it wears off too quickly. I need something to keep me going for just a little while longer." Now her thoughts were spilling out of her mouth, not contained by any bitterness or secrecy. Rarely had anyone taken this much interest in her or her unusual hobbies like Funk -- besides her sister, of course.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 24, 2020 17:27:44 GMT -5
Ah, just what he was hoping. That was a problem these ran into. Things simply don't have the same effect if you do them too much. And while a part of him knew he should try and stop her. That wasn't Funk. The cruelty was too tempting, and who was he to deny them what they want. "I see. So you do need my help. I have something that should help that high stick around if you're interested." Course, taking herbs from the Nemesis was a bit odd, though most Hunters would do as told. Well, till Funk gave them the choice and most said no. But eh not his problem.
