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A pair of jagged, yellowed razors tore through the flank of a now deceased cat. He did not mind the taste of this one. The dead feline's meat lacked the tenderness Omega expected, but a meal that fought back had never disappointed the hunter before. Besides, it was a city cat. They never had the tenderness of a forest cat, but the entertainment of catching his prey and watching the light leave its eyes was immeasurable and the same. It filled the tom with a feeling of incredible power. Omega knew this fleeting feeling all too well, but at least he felt something.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 16:26:15 GMT -5
Really, everything was fleeting. Nothing was going to last forever, and the more you tried to hang onto it, the harder it would be ripped out of your hands. Funk tended to have a death grip on everything in his life, so parting was a constant sweet sorrow. The power that he held was sure to go soon, so for once, he was blasé with it. It made traveling the night streets alone much easier than usual, never concerned with anyone who dared to jump out at him. A strangled cry caught in his ear, and it rang in his head until he found the site of Omega and the street cat. Ears flattened against his head before perking up again, a roll in his green eyes as he casually approached the Hunter. "I swear, it's just rats and cats with the League lately. What happened to a good mouse, Omega?"
He hardly heard the Nemesis approach him. The meal consumed almost all of his attention. It would only stay so warm for so long. Cold muscle never had a great texture. It was unfortunate, really. He could not store his kills, but had to hunt when he was hungry. It was perhaps the only drawback of this type of meal. His gaze lifted Funk and he left out a defensive growl. "There's no good prey anywhere these days. I'm just dealing with what I have." He grabbed one of its forelegs between his jaws and gave it a tug, sending an sharp popping sound echoing through the alley. "Maybe I would have a 'good mouse' if we never moved to this dump."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 0:29:44 GMT -5
"pfft please." His green eyes couldn't roll farther into the back of his head if he tried. The move to the city was a shaky decision that no one got a say in except for him. Which was how he liked things. A snap decision, sort of. No one else objected to it to him or the proxies, not enough for any stink to be made and everyone tired out after the party to raise any hell for him. There was little way to actually satisfy the League, so ignoring them was the logical next step, "beggars can't be choosers, you know? if this dump bothers you so much, you can always move back to the manor and eat through those diseased rats that run rampant there." He couldn't get that mentality. The city was essentially a better manor, why complain about it.
The tom's laugh cackled in the narrow alley as his gaze rose to the dark sky above them. This cat they called a leader was something special, wasn't he? "Beggars, hmmm? What happened the League that took what it needed? We aren't beggars." His sea blue eyes returned to the Nemesis just as they started to freeze over. All this time he felt himself slipping closer and closer to an edge. Life was such a fleeting illusion, why waste time hiding? "You know, remember when the League conquered BrookClan? Remember when it waged war against everyone and won?" He flexed his claws into his meal as he pulled a hind leg cleanly off the deceased feline. "Perhaps our leader doesn't have it in him."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2019 22:32:18 GMT -5
"No. I wasn't here. Your vision a bit too bloody to remember a basic fact?" Funk E'tan did not care. That was all there was to it. A whirlwind of events led him to Nemesisship, and he was only chosen because none of the proxies were interested in it and he was the only cat left in 'leadership'. A position that he finagled his way into with a lie and only for a greenhouse. And now he didn't need to lie and had two greenhouses. A win-win for the bengal. Funk was only around for part of Mother's reign, and he had no interest in the League's history or ways of life. If they wanted to fight, he'd let them. To pillage and steal and murder, he didn't really care. But tensions were high as of late, and he had more pressing issues than some bloodthirsty and whiny hunters. "Write up a petition then. Get some signatures. I'll look over it in 3 to 5 business days."
He did not expect Funk to care all that much. He was too laid back for Omega's taste. Must of the leaders of this day and age were, but Omega did not particularly have the drive to step up and do anything about it. Perhaps he would have in his youth, but he had grown more fond of watching the chaos as it unfolded. He knew agents of chaos when he saw them, and Funk certainly was one, albeit a rather slow one. "Of course you will. A good leader listens to his subjects. Until I gather this petition, which you will take with the utmost seriousness, join me for a meal." He tossed a hind leg at the leader. "I even left you a thigh." His tone changed from mocking to more inquiring. "I don't believe we've ever talked."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 20:28:02 GMT -5
Funk was less of an agent and more of an open gate. Anything that would bring chaos in, he would allow. No matter the cries and whines against it, he led the League to the beat of his own drum. And it was a rhythm few would get used to. He didn't feel the need to work as fast as he used to, things would pick up in no time. He could tell.
"Thanks. You can have it in a bit though." The bengal was surprised Omega still wanted to talk to him after that whole tiff. He was about ready to walk away but settled down instead. His gaze dropped to the leg, and it reminded him of that time he went wild. Some sort of virus, he remembered. Though it was strange and led to his first taste of cat flesh. He remembered it as similar to everything else, you just get more shocked looks when you do it. Patting the shallow pool of blood, he lifted it up and gave it a small lick. It tasted the same as before. "So, got anything or should I poke your brain at what exactly you want?"
The surprise of this change of heart was what the tom planned for. The whole catch them off guard thing of going from threatening to peaceful. He had become more willing to say those threatening, borderline treasonous things, but had lost his touch in charming people in conversation. Learning to charm cats again had proven to be an uphill work in progress for him, though he would never admit such a thing. He knew Funk of all cats would never be charmed or anything like that, but it was something to pass the boredom.
The brown tabby nodded and neatly dug in until he saw the Nemesis lap up some of the scarlet blood at his paws. Drinking blood certainly was not cannibalistic at all. He looked down at the leg again and pushed it back to Funk. "Please, you're clearly interested, have a bite. It won't hurt of you don't like it." He turned his head to the sky and let out an exasperated sigh. "What do I want? I think it would be more fun for both of us if you took a guess or two."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 21, 2019 0:42:16 GMT -5
The mind games were the least fatal games they tended to play in the League. Well, they easily could turn deadly, but it was better than just outright fighting. At least he had a chance in these. Even after all the training, he was garbage at it. Though it made him easier to charm for those that could pin him. Today, those thoughts were far away, as he looked from Omega to the leg and back.
"Trust me, I'm familiar with the taste. I ate earlier, and I'd hate to take your hard work." That strange outbreak was in his mind. By the time he had a vague understanding of it, it was gone. And some clan was one apprentice short and he was far less hungry than before. How that didn't make some of them respect him more, he didn't know. "And I suppose I'll play. You want to go raise some hell. What? Do you miss the forest too?" That was a surprisingly common complaint for cats who had lived in a manor, a city and he heard like a beach before. It was strange.
