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A lithe and slim shadow slipped through the city on silent paws. Night had fallen and clouds had blocked out most of the stars. A stiff chilly wind whistled between the buildings and dead leaves rattled as they skirted across the concrete. The shadow halted in the middle of the deserted street. The moon poking through the clouds shed a silvery light on the figure, betraying a beautiful feline with glossy and shimmery black fur. The kind of black fur that was darker than the shadows down in a bottomless abyss. Her eyes were intense dangerous orbs of sapphires as they scanned the empty streets until they finally rested on another shadow moving in the dark.
Instantly, she crouched and moved swiftly, gliding across the ground until she finally halted once more. She bunched up her muscles and launched, landing squarely on a rat and killing it instantly. She grinned wickedly as the small beast lay motionless at her paws. "Forest cats fear you." She mewed to the lifeless body. "But you should fear me." She picked up the rat and headed to devour it somewhere privately. She was just about to take a step when she heard approaching pawsteps from behind her. Fur rising, she spun around to find herself face to face with Funk. She dropped her catch and gave him a slow blink in greeting. "Funk. I wasn't expecting to see you." She responded to him, her sapphire eyes relaxed but nonetheless intense.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 10, 2019 12:49:00 GMT -5
The silvery light the moon cast reflected off the dark buildings and streets of the abandoned city. It would quickly be blocked by a passing cloud, which lessened the pang of nostalgia that tore at the Nemesis' heart. Bringing the League to his old stomping grounds would not have been his first decision, but he was fine with this hand. It had been chaos, and it still was. That was the essence of his League. But recently, it had quelled enough to where he had time to actually walk and think. Neon lights would have blinded them a few blocks away, but this street was as dead as death itself. Funk E'tan never walked the streets expecting anyone to approach and talk to him. He tended to just go with the flow and whatever happened, happened.
So when he caught the slim figure of Mellori, it was simply something he took in stride. He only caught the tail end of her catch and little speech to the dead rat, but it made his whiskers twitch nonetheless. He never made an attempt to hide in his own territory, far too confident for something like that. As she turned around to face him, he gave a small purr and his tail flicked behind him. It took him back to when he promoted her to huntership back in the mansion. An eternity ago, really. "No one does. Though I wasn't expecting my hunters to keep feeding on rats."
She looked back at her catch, frowning. He was right. They didnt need to feast on rats anymore. They had so much territory they could hunt on now that they had taken over the city and the mansion. "Well, perhaps I like the taste of rat" she answered, turning back to him with a smirk. She didnt mind the taste of rat. It wasnt her favorite but it was something to eat.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 11, 2019 15:01:41 GMT -5
The bengal's tail flicked in the moonlight as he considered Mellori's statement. Could anyone really say that they actually like the taste of rat, especially after having been stuck in the mansion for so long? He didn't think so. He got sick of the taste long ago. "And perhaps you're having trouble finding something else to listen to your soliloquies?" Funk asked, a glint of mischief in his green eyes as he wondered if it was a bluff or the actual truth. It was a question, nothing more nothing less. But Funk tended to play his voice low and comforting, a nice tone you could find yourself listening to on repeat.
"I didn't ask you to listen to me. It's kind of...weird" she shrugged, finding it a little odd that he was listening to her talk to herself. "Besides, I never said I was sane." Her calm, sapphire blue eyes locked on his as she spoke, revealing the soul behind them. One that was dark, yet quirky in its own way. It was true that she had a somewhat fun side but she was also not one to hesitate to rip out a throat. She presented herself coolly and elegantly with an eerily calm disposition which made her all the more mysterious and intriguing. Despite that she was more on the smaller side with a thin, yet luscious figure, her signature approach to luring anyone to their death was to simply make them feel relaxed around her. It would always catch her enemies off guard. She often used her magnetic beauty, charm, and her smooth voice to lure in enemies much like a siren. Although she hadn't planned on killing the nemesis, she found it amusing to play along. Besides, she always had a soft spot for Funk. One he was clearly oblivious to. She would always find his confidence rather charming, especially when he would make announcements to the league. Such a strong leader. However, she kept her feelings hidden. Funk was notorious for leading cats on and was often caught up in flings. Despite the growing affection she felt for Funk, she knew it was dangerous ground to be treading on.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2019 14:58:13 GMT -5
Really, someone was always listening to them talk. That was the whole goal of the Internal Affairs district. The Nemesis was only free so long as that district said so, though he was always trying to shrug off the leash they had on him. Freedom was the essence of living, at least to him. To go and do what he wanted, break what he wanted to break and glue pieces together that were deserving of that. No one was, really. Mercy existed for a reason, however, and he didn't mind extending it when he felt it. His strategy was similar. Find those who are weak in any way, shape or form. Manipulate them with some sweet lies and a little physical contact. Get them some herbs. Watch them convulse and relish in their pain. Leave and start all over again. Funk was well aware of his reputation, he earned it and it stuck to him. He didn't mind, he wore it like a badge of honor. Maybe he was lovable or fell in love easily. Or he was as addicted to others as they were to him. It was hard to say, cause the more time went on, the more he was getting tired of the same old same old. Funk was danger, plain and simple. He could bring to your lowest point but could also make you feel so alive.
"Never said you were, Starling." The longer he stayed here, the more he learned how to deal with these 'insane' types. Which was mostly play along to their fancies, "Would you prefer to talk to a cat tonight?" The bengal took a few steps forward, lightly wapping the black cat on the nose with his tail.
Mellori took a step back as the Nemises came closer and flinched as his tail tapped her nose. Heat warmed her cheeks and her heart began to race. She felt fluttering in her stomach and felt as if she was suddenly lighter. What was this feeling? She had never felt that before. She quickly pushed it away and cleared her throat. "Well, I prefer to talk to myself but I can make an exception to you" she responded, pulling her cheeks back into a painful smile. She wasn't known for smiling. She wasnt even sure she was doing it right. The only time anyone saw her smile was when she was about to make a kill but no one lived to tell her whether it was beautiful or terrifying.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 16:12:38 GMT -5
The Nemesis watched her out of his peripheral, a more natural smirk making his lips twitch. Mellori's was overly strained like she was more trying to intimidate him than flatter him. It was bizarrely charming. Nothing fluttered inside him, the butterflies had all flown away. It was somewhat sad, but Funk never expected them around any League cat. Those feelings had all disappeared, buried back at the manor. That was fine by him, he could try and remember them for a night. Just one.
"I hoped so." He was only so used to being told no to as of late, "Where do you fancy to walk?"
She looked around as if she could see the whole territory from where they were standing. "I'm fine wherever you want to walk. I personally like the forest this time of day but I will settle for anything." She decided. Funk probably knew some much more cooler places to go. After all, he had to entertain multiple she-cats.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 24, 2019 20:12:08 GMT -5
Nowadays, Funk couldn't really tell if he was entertaining others more than he had before he joined the League. Maybe he just forgot those from his past, dark stains that only got more muddied as time went on. He couldn't help that, there were too many to keep track of. But really, he didn't have that many to entertain these days. Most didn't care for his presence the way Mellori did. So it was a nice change when she hopped on the opportunity. And while Funk was one to enjoy the high and loud life of the city, he didn't mind the idea of a quiet stroll through the forest. So he walked along the cold streets, letting the silence wash over them for a bit before asking, "What do you think of the city so far?"
She wasn't sure if she should tell him the truth. She didn't mind the city but she had always found comfort in the forest. "I mean..." she began. "We aren't two-legs." She decided to go with honesty. "Why did we come here? What was wrong with our old territory?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 4, 2019 0:16:02 GMT -5
"The manor? Another place for twolegs instead of cats." He prodded lightly. Truthfully, he never liked the place. It was a bit too dead and dusty for his taste, at least this place had traffic running through it. And that wasn't even considering the bad memories he had of the manor, he pushed them down so much he had almost forgotten their faces. "A few reasons. It was a good strategic move. We were bound to outgrow the manor eventually, and we still technically have it. So if things go sour, we can go back." He didn't think they would, though. More of a gut feeling than anything. If they were pushed back, Funk probably wouldn't follow.
She considered what he was saying. It was true, the manor was made by two-legs and they used to live there before Primal Instinct moved in. However, despite that they lived in the Manor, she could always escape into the forest. She didn't have to worry about getting hit by monsters or two-leg kits trying to grab her or two-legs finding her filthy and chasing her off. "I think this move was good for most of us. The ones that are okay with this life. I'm...not fond of it but I'm loyal to Primal Instinct and to you. Wherever the league is, that is where I'll be." She explained. Pouring out how she felt was strange. It almost felt sour on her tongue. She didn't usually talk about her feelings or her thoughts but it seemed like Funk was easier to talk to than she realized. It was as if he just drew the words right out of her. She supposed he had that effect on cats. She continued to walk, her glossy black fur glimmering in the moonlight and the street lights. "So, what about you? What do you think of the city?" She wanted to know what was going on in his mind. How he felt about all of this.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 16:47:30 GMT -5
Maybe it was all the time he spent travelling, but it never felt like he was that far away from the forest. He didn't confine himself to their borders like others. So wherever he needed to go was as far away as he made it. And he knew some quieter and greener places in these lousy borders. The city was as alive as you found it, as where you walk it. He was familiar enough to find the right paths to get where he needed to without hands or cars. It was surprising how dead it was at night, not like how it was the moons ago he lived here. A quiet purr rumbled from him as she mentioned her loyalty to Primal Instinct and him. A different sort of pride filled him, he wasn't familiar with it. He steered them a different direction as he spoke.
"I love it." It was a strikingly simple answer from the Nemesis, when puzzles and riddles were his go tos, "I grew up around here so it's sort of a return to form. I never cared for the manor much anyway, so almost anywhere would have been an improvement for me. I would have jumped on any chance, just so happened this was the first one. I'm used to dealing with city cats and hu-- well, twolegs so they're not a nuisance. Hopefully, the more we expand and explore, we find more places everyone can be okay with." Cause he was sick of being the complains department.
"Hopefully" she responded, following him in the new direction. "I didn't know you grew up here. That's why your so much more relaxed." Her attention was caught when a twoleg emerged from their den. Mellori's fur stood up. The twoleg was carrying something big and smelly in its paws. The hairless creature removed the top off of a round shiny thing and threw the smelly thing into it before closing it and retreated back into its den. Mellori relaxed, exhaling in relief. "Sometimes there is food in those things. But once I got caught by the twoleg eating one of their thrown out prey and they threw something at me to chase me off. They aren't very friendly and seem to be protective over prey they dont even eat."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 18, 2019 18:32:27 GMT -5
Really, Funk had an idea why. Really, he had seen why. If a cat finds a hot spot for food, others will follow. And that could lead to raccoons and the like. And if there was one thing humans dislike, it was cleaning up a mess they could claim was not their fault. He just watched the twoleg with a side glance, not particularly slowing down. "Yeah, that's what they are. Twolegs have the perception that we are sneaky and conniving. And frankly, I like proving them right." This one didn't smell of anything good though, so he just passed by.
Melori nodded, her cheeks pulling at her lips in a small smile. "You would, wouldn't you?" She continued to follow him, keeping up with his pace despite her small size.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 20, 2019 23:41:57 GMT -5
"Someone has to." and if he wasn't sneaky and conniving, he was likely dead. It was a reputation he had to keep, cause it was his main claim to fame here in the League. He had received some complaints on how soft the League had become under his guidance. Normally, he chalked those complaints to 'go tell someone who cares', but it sometimes ate at him. He slipped through a thin alley, and out on the other side was the side of a park. More heavily forested than the others, it was a small consolation for Mellori but he figured she would appreciate it. "Better?"
She breathed a sigh of relief as she padded under a tree. It had been a while since she had been under a tree. It may not be the forest but it was close enough. "Thank you." She sighed again, feeling much more comfortable. "Your not so bad, you know?" She smirked, looking back at him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 27, 2019 0:03:11 GMT -5
They really knew nothing, huh. A little park like this was a staple, the kind of places he expected them to actually find. To search for the familiar and easy rather than wallow around. His expectations were a bit too high, he figured. The Nemesis barely missed his cheek when he bit his tongue lightly. The hypocrisy got him, what more were the 'not so bad' words. Of course, he wasn't that bad, he'd never be 'bad' enough for the League. This was a compliment meant to tell him he had a heart or something, a thing he would have forgotten about if it didn't beat in his ears every day. This was nothing good or bad, these were just steps in a dance he had done so many times before, he forgot why he learned it in the first place. "I get told that a lot. I'll leave you to take those words back later."
