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If there was a moon in the sky tonight, nobody could see it. Instead, the usually starry night sky was covered in a thick blanket of dark, rolling clouds, with the threat of freezing rain hanging over their heads with every passing minute. For now, only the tall, flickering twoleg streetlights lit the way for a pair of felines silently swerving through the shadows. The slightly taller of the duo, a gorgeous fluffy she-cat littered with deep, brutal scars across her face and chest, cautiously trailed behind her brother, every step careful and uneasy on the cold pavement. Gardenia herself wasn't entirely sure why she had finally agreed to go along with Noceur to one of his 'parties'; being the overprotective sibling she was, the Sentinel knew incredibly well what these revelries consisted of, having occasionally observed them from a distance once or twice.
The young soldier never judged her brother for his...unorthodox pastimes, though she herself failed to understand just why he was so addicted to these brawls. Of course, the underlying reason was obvious...that fateful memory that destroyed all of their lives. But while she could comprehend the reason behind Soigne and Xuxa's strange hobbies, Noceur had always remained a mystery to her. Perhaps that was why she had decided to actively participate on this night in particular; because she didn't know what the future was going to hold, so Gardenia wanted just one chance to connect with her brother, to build a good memory with him on his terms.
"How much farther?" She asked simply, glancing around at the twoleg dens that towered around them.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2020 22:28:30 GMT -5
( Oh hey, I remembered after ten years. xP )
Noceur hadn't slept in days. Of course, this wasn't unusual. He often had nightmares when he slept, and so chose... well, not to. To his great detriment, of course, as it made the hallucinations worse. It also made him significantly more unhinged, and was usually the precursor to one of these parties. Never, in all his moons, had he gone to a party well rested. "Almost. Almost. Just 'round this corner here, mind the bodies and bloodsplatter, and if anyone offers you prey, give it a good sniff and make some poor sucker take the first bite. Wouldn't want you getting poisoned five minutes in."
It was almost with disturbing casualness that the former Sentinel offered the comment, just as they turned into an alley, music already booming in their ears from the nightclub they were situated behind. Already, there was a large crowd, some dancing to music, others eating, and yet others already brawling their way to the top. Some were even betting already. "HEY! I said no bets unless I endorse them! How many times do I have to tell you!?" In his irritation, he stepped up to the nearest gambler, taking their head in a paw and literally throwing them towards a wall, where their skull hit and they slumped hard to the ground, unmoving. Whether dead, or momentarily unconscious, Noceur didn't seem to care as he led Gardenia up to the top of the tallest dumpster, all the others atop it scrambling to leave them in peace. "ALRIGHT! Now the party can really begin." He cheered, flashing his sister a conspiratorial and bloodthirsty grin.
