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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 25, 2020 16:25:59 GMT -5
(Sen)
Bored, as usual. She sat in the center of the stadium, well, more accurately, she sat in the tree in the center. It was of a decent size, though not as tall as the one she used to have. Snow blanketed the ground, and the wind whined through the concrete and metal building, rising up to a shriek as the sharp snowflakes swirled in wild patterns. The tree's branches rattled in protest at the frigid blizzard, and the Proxy sat in the middle of it all, simply watching the weather's chaos as though it were the most uninteresting thing. Then again, this was hardly new, and in the stadium, even with the large, open top, it was both warmer and calmer than the outside at this moment, where wind raced down the streets, throwing those brave enough to be out in this to the ground like crashing dominoes.
But, ah, that meant she had few visitors for the day, if this gray expanse could really be called that, and fewer reasons to leave. Most in the district were sitting around and brainstorming their shops, sleuthing out the prime first floor places, working out who might get which, and which shops should be set up next to each other for maximum profit.
Sure, she had a few creatures she could let loose into the stadium and fight out of sheer boredom, but what was the fun in a predictable fight? Maybe she'd be so lucky that someone would come to entertain her.
Her legs trembled as she walked into the stadium. Desiree knew she was going to lose what she challenged Sen to, but something inside drove her to do get beaten down by Senescence every now and then. The once beautiful she-cat was riddle with scars, some running the length of her body, others deep enough that no fur grew to cover the exposed flesh. A fire singed the fur off the she-cat's tail not too long ago, and showed no signs of growing back yet. With these scars her ribs protruded from her torso like stones on a prairie despite the abundance of food in the city during the middle of winter. Her eyes lacked any brightness or sign of life beyond the body they inhabited. She had been awake for two days on end now fighting whoever she could, so naturally she came back to Sen for yet another feeble fight.
She knew where Sen would be: front and center. Her frosted jade green eyes settled on the terrifying she-cat as she emerged from the darkness. She shouldered passed all of the punishment district cats, never breaking her line of sight with the Proxy. The defiance in her gaze hid a deep, primordial fear. An imperfection, one she had to best.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 26, 2020 16:08:17 GMT -5
The Internal Affairs Proxy saw the she-cat out of the corner of her half-closed eye, even through the snow. Desiree. Alexandria's sister, and a former trainee of hers. It had been an interesting time, seeing just how far she could push and break a cat who thought they were everything, and it was something the Ambassador still could not seem to accept. She couldn't get past her youth in a way that she deemed it absolutely necessary to beat her mentor, at all costs. She couldn't do it, and Senescence knew she never would be able to. Until she let go of the need to be better, better, best, she would never be able to win.
It was a pitiful sight now. She could sense the fear in every inch of the Huntress body, even if she wanted to ignore the terror hiding behind her gaze. Desiree was a sad shell of a creature. All the same, Sen gave her the courtesy of dropping down in increments to the lowest branch of the large tree, snow being taken up why the screaming winds as it was shaken from each branch she landed on, the next sturdier than the last, until it hardly moved when she sat down. Sen knew why Desiree was here, after all, she knew her trainee too well, and given her place in the Internal Affairs district, that allowed her to keep tabs on the feline as she wished with ease.
She was in no shape to face her fear again. Her stomach was almost digesting itself, her tongue was as dry as sandpaper, and her eyes had long since glazed over from dehydration. With each step her vision blurred a little bit more, and more light faded from form. She wobbled from side to side and stumbled over the smallest loose stone as she pushed forward to meet her former mentor. The hatred in her core kept the she-cat pushing forward. She watched Sen leisurely get up to watch her approach. She saw it in her eyes: Pity. A fire roared to life in the she-cat's eyes. Pity was for the weak. Desiree had killed a fox on her own. She had given her soul to her training and the League. She was not weak.
She glared at Sen as she approached the base of the tree. She had to win this time, and wipe that pity from her face. "Why don't you come down here?!" The hunter understood Sen, at least a little bit. Taunts did nothing to faze her. If anything, she just spit them right back until her taunter made some costly, rash decision. Desiree was above all of that. Well, most of it. "I've even killed a fox for you, like the good ole' days when you starved and beat me to death!"
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 29, 2020 22:47:51 GMT -5
Sen did no such thing as listen to Desiree's taunting, and indeed, a retort easily rolled off her tongue. "It seems you do it to yourself far better than I ever did." She answered blandly, letting out a yawn that only seemed to show just how little care she was putting into this particular conversation. "If you're here to try a fickle fight again, maybe you should go to NightClan and team up with Flamingstar. Seems that she has some hatred for me too. Maybe if you team up you'll actually beat me."
She wasn't a taunting person, really. Most often, Senescence was straight and to the point, but in this case, words tended to cut deeper than her claws ever could, so perhaps she was making an exception. Or maybe she was just bored enough to try and get a rise out of Desiree. Regardless, she didn't move from her perch, simply waiting and watching the she-cat make a fool of herself all on her own. No need to interfere.
The red undertones in her fur were practically sparking with the anger she felt. She knew Sen would get under her skin. She always did. She always won, but Desiree had learned to love futile struggles like these. "I don't need anyone. You made that clear. I can kill you. And I will. Maybe not today, but no one is going to take my glory from me." She hissed and lashed her tail back and forth. "Or maybe I don't kill you, maybe I'll kill Innocentia or something. I dunno." She paced back and forth, all while keeping an eye on the Proxy. "I'll do more than you've ever done."
A small crowd has begun to gather around. It wasn't every day someone was foolish enough to challenge Senescence. Mirza considered her more dangerous than the Nemesis himself. He had learned to fear the silent ones. They, like him, went unnoticed. Some called cats like that snakes. To him, it was a compliment more than anything else. He thought Sen would more or less take it the same way, but he did not dare test the assumption. The Bengal tom silently watched from the shadows as Desiree continued.
Desiree prowled forward until she was just a few feet from Senescence's tree. She leaped up to the same branch Sen was on, but just farther out. "You don't scare me."
"If you feel the need to state all that, then it is undoubtedly untrue." Senescence responded simply, tilting her head as she observed Desiree casually from the few feet that now separated them. Lazily, the feline licked her paw and drew it over her ear. Every bone in her body was relaxed, too unwound for someone facing anyone who wanted to kill them. Then again, this was always how she'd been, and nothing needed to change now. "But, honestly? Kill everyone you think means anything to me. Go ahead, shoo. You have a lot of work to do." She made a 'leave' motion with her paw.
"I'm not going to fight you, Desiree. You're not worth it." Sen knew this would push the Huntress buttons. But she wasn't saying this to get a rise. She had no intentions of fighting the younger feline.
In the background, Alexandria had arrived, and her voice was a low hiss directed at her sister. "Get down from there, before you get yourself killed, Desiree." Now, the she-cat wasn't exactly 'friends' with Senescence, but she wasn't stupid enough to get herself killed by fighting the Proxy either. What her sibling was doing was downright suicide!
