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The feline sat on the wall by the abandoned house, her tail curled around her paws. The scene was almost picturesque, the Tsar looking at the moon as its gentle light bathed her silhouette. She had little patience for these kinds of moments, the ones where she was doing something as beneign as looking at the sky. There was no time in her schedule to fit such moments in, not at this point. The only reason she was out here at all was because she had organized meetings with all of the felines she was considering to invite to the game that would help her determine her boyar. Each night, she would meet with another of the cats. It would be an interview of sorts, to make sure these were the felines she wanted to give a chance. However, unlike an interview, it wouldn't all be questions. At the conclusion of each interview, she would tell each cat she had spoken with to meet Cynder at the hollows in a week's time at the very moment of sunset.
This was her second night of such interviews. The first night had been with Galadriel, her cousin. The second was Hadley, her sister. This third night was dedicated to Everette, her brother. She was interested to see how this would go. Now that she had done two formal interviews, she was finally getting into a rhythm. Cynder had told her that this process was being too long and complex, too drawn out. But, the Tsar had been betrayed by not one, but two boyars. One of them died at her own paws. Was it not logical that she was more cautious than ever with her third try?
Her thoughts were interrupted as her ears then pricked at the sound of upcoming footsteps. She didn't turn towards the sound, nor did she take her eyes off of the moon. "I appreciate you meeting me here," she meowed as the cat came closer to her.
To say Everette had been surprised by the summons of his sister would be a lie. All his life he'd been at all of his sibling's beck and call. It was merely his way of life up to this point. They asked something of him and they would receive what they asked for... in one way or another. He'd lived his life a shadow he found comfort and belonging there. So, when the Tar had asked to meet with him that night he'd readily agreed to it with a nod of his head. Everette had a faint inkling about what the meeting was for, after all, one would be a complete idiot if they didn't two and two together with the Boyar position being recently vacated by his fool of a brother. The hadowy tom snorted at the thought as he easily slithered his way through the dark moonlight forest to where Kerrigan had requested his presence. The abandoned building looming in the moonlight appearing to glow with a foreboding aura. The pale moonlight turning his even paler icy eyes into a bone white.
The position in question seemed to be cursed with his sister's reign of the throne. The title coming with death and betrayal. But, of course, it wasn't like Everette to be afraid or unsettled by something so trivial as a 'cursed' title. Everette's pace slowed as he picked out the ginger form of the Tsar. His slow pace turned into halt just a few tail-lengths away from Kerrigan his tail leisurely swaying as she spoke. A slow easy smirk had slipped onto the tom's face his curled ears twitching in amusement, "Now your highness. Have I ever not come when you asked?" His tone was light and charming as he dipped his head. Choosing to follow through with the action despite Kerrigan not even looking at him. Seemingly unphased by the air of authority that his sister had, but showing respect none the less. He didn't move from the position that he had stopped in remaining behind the ginger ruler as he awaited her response.
Amusement flickered in her eyes and she finally looked down from her perch at him, a single brow raised at her brother. Perhaps he was right; Everette had always been at the call of any of the Harlow children. He was the Harlow equivalent to Cynder, a feline that was ready to do the dirty work when one didn't want their paws too entwined in a mess. Of course, Kerrigan was not opposed to doing dirty work herself. Since her reign began, she had more blood on her paws than most.
"I suppose you are correct," she mused with a flick of the tail tip that rested on her small paws. "I don't suggest you start ignoring my requests, either." She said this lightly, as if there wasn't a veiled threat in her words. She was even more cautious around her siblings, now. She had expected the loyalty of Sammy to be to her and her alone, but Kerrigan had been betrayed. Now, it was almost as if she expected others to do the same. Part of her found these interviews pointless; was there a point if, with her luck, she would simply be doing the same in a matter of moons? She blinked tiredly at the thought.
"Come up here and join me," she meowed, notioning to the space next to her on the wall. "We have a lot to discuss tonight. I assume that you have some idea as to what the nature of our discussion will be, hmm? You're a smart tom, and I'm sure the rumors around the territory are swirling now that I've invited felines to come chat alone." Kerrigan had been too busy as of late to pay attention to such rumors, but she was sure they were there. Cats liked to talk, didn't they?
Everette mirrored her amused look at her response. With a small snort at her words as if the remark had offended him. HIs tail swishing side to side absentmindedly. His response to her previous words still had the same light and charming tone, though it seemed to pick up a light note of faint disdain at the fact that she had so casually grouped him in with the others of his family that had stupidly betrayed her. He blinked slowly as his next words came to him just as quickly and lightly as before, "I wouldn't dare. For I am no fool, unlike the others who have crossed you."
Upon her invitation to join her up on the stoned wall Everette had obliged, like always. His hunches bunching up and his shadowy form springing up silently as he took the spot the Tsar had offered him The only sound being a scrap of his claws stone and a few loose pebbles clattering to the ground below. As he shifted around to get comfortable in his new seated position atop the wall his pale gaze shifted to look at Keigan. His eyes tracking her movements as she spoke waiting for her to finish. He was always waiting. After she had finally finished saying what she was saying Everette chuckled. It was true. The cats of the Clans did enjoy gossiping. Rumours spread like wildfire both the good and the bad, though bad news always seemed to travel faster. Many cats secretly enjoying the pain caused by the darker news.
"I'm sure even the youngest podarok is aware of what you are trying to do here, Your Highness. After all, this isn't your first time setting up a meeting like this" he hummed as his gaze turned away from her to look up at the moon high in the sky. Galadriel had been practically gloating throughout the camp as she'd already been appointed Boyar. His nose twitched at the memory but, he didn't voice these thoughts. He turned his head to look back at Kerrigan a slow smirk furling the corner of his lips upwards, "But, let's pretend I'm as clueless as the others. Pray tell, what brings me out here, Tsar."
She nodded at his thought, although she had heard those words before. I would not dare to cross you was the kind of thing that you told a leader, only to strangle power from her claws. She blinked twice; perhaps there was no reason to be so machiavellian in nature about this situation. Perhaps, out of her three contestants, she would find her one, the one cat meant to follow in her footsteps. Maybe the two failures were lessons from the gods, given to her because she was still young and careless when she took over the lead. Perhaps she had needed such a preparation. She must at least give these cats a chance, she thought to herself. After all, she had to fill a need for her clan. No matter how objectively self-interested the feline was, the interests of BrookClan came before those of a more personal nature. You see, she was a good leader, despite her flaws and her stern grasp. Since she took control of the clan, she had done nothing that she felt would objectively do more harm than help the group, and if she let the ache of personal betrayal mar this process, she would have broken that record.
"I suppose you're right," she meowed after a prolonged moment of thought. She had been absorbed in it for a moment, absorbed in the space that existed between her ears. "It isn't the first one, no, but I had hoped that I saved the best for last, hmm?" It was a slight tease to her brother, followed by a soft laugh. The noise emanated from a deep place in her chest. It was warm and soft, two things that Kerrigan seldom appeared to be. Even when she had her best, most charasmatic face on to show the world, warm was perhaps not a word any cat would describe her as, nor did she wish that sort of characterization of herself.
"If you insist," she then meowed, turning her body to better face him. Her eyes ran over his pelt, critical and focused. "I intend to have my position filled within the week, and you are one of the lucky few who have landed an interview for the throne. There will be three parts to this to test you very closely. The first will be a simple interview like any other interview. I will ask you questions up to three at a time, and you will remember and respond to each of them. They will be of various nature. Some will be rather simple. What is your favorite spot in the territory and why? Things like that. Others will be more philosophical: is it better to be feared or loved? There will be no right or wrong answers; the excersize just seeks to make it so I understand you on as deep of a level as possible. I will comment to some of your responses, others I will not. The second activity will be a showcase of physical skill. You may chose if you would rather hunt or fight, and based on the decision, you will complete a task. The last activity will be spiritual. I will explain that further when we get to it."
She paused for the briefest of moments, tilting her head slightly. "If you succeed in the interview, you will get invited to the game. If you fail, I have no interest in pursuing the possibility of promoting you. Do you understand and accept these conditions?"
The shadowed tom had almost lulled himself into a daze as he'd stared up at the moon waiting for Kerrigan to break the silence that had slowly started to form after he posed his question. He wasn't disturbed by the sudden lull in conversation as he assumed that the other was currently choosing her words carefully. The tip of his tail twitching slowly in time with the subdued cadence of his heartbeat. He was at ease. As her words broke the stale silent air Everette blinked his eyes, his gaze shifting ever so lightly so he could peer at her from the corner of his vision. His ears twitching at the laugh that left his sister, as if they hadn't believed what they'd heard. The tom hadn't heard it in what felt like eons. The changing seasons having hardened her into the fearsome feline she was today, it had changed almost all of them if he was being honest with himself. Would he be the same cat he was right now? He inwardly huffed at himself, he didn't have the time to dwell on such meaningless soul searching thoughts. "What was that saying again. Third time is the charm?" he quipped with an amused quirk of his brow as he twisted the upper half of his body to look at her.
Everette couldn't help but smirk and slip in a quick-witted, "Oh, I do" upon her answer to his previous request. He listened to Kerrigan speak with a piqued interest. The cogs turning in his head as he processed the information tha she was giving him. He gave a low hum every once and again to just fill the silence between each of the instructions and to show the Tsar that he was indeed paying attention and comprehending what she was telling him. Besides the soft hums, he had waited in silence. He was starting to realize that he did that a lot. It was a default that he sort of just resorted too in situations that called for his presence. When she had finally finished her last portion of her speech and had asked him if he'd understood Everette had been ready.
He gave a dip of his head as his tongue tingled with the response that was waiting to leave his lips. "If I knew this was a pop quiz I would have brought my notes" Ever the charmer. He had weighed the options in his mind. What would be best for him? He could simply refuse the opportunity that Kerrigan had given him and leave it for someone else to take. He'd put his faith in the idea that as long as he stuck o the background he'd get by just fine. But, as it turned out the others had just made life more difficult. This had given the tom the notion that if he wanted something done right he'd have to do it himself. He would play this game. So, will he'd never seen himself in a leadership position he'd do it if it meant securing his wellbeing in the end. With a slow sigh, he cast a quick look up at the moon before meeting Kerrigan eye to eye, "I do and I accept."
Her brother was charming, in a way that Sammy nor Shattered had been. Sammy had been too soft, and his nature had been kind but not the most respectable in the eyes of the queen. Shattered had been distant, spending more time with her lover than with the group as a whole. Everette, on the other hand, had a way about him that Kerrigan could appreciate, if not put a name on it. "Third time's the charm," she hummed in response, her lips twitching, almost daring him to say more. Would he be her third try? Was his charisma enough for the queen of charm herself to promote him as her second in command?
It was unclear to her, even after the time she had spent with the others. Not that she wasn't able to make assertions and comparisons to the others. He was last, after all. She had two night's of experience. Still, each of the felines she had interviewed had their pros and their cons... The Tsar spent the silences between the two thinking about that, considering each of her options. This was the first time that her options had truly perplexed her, caused her to think for more than a few moments. It was odd; before this round, she had always known from the start who she would pick. Her decision had been made before the hand had been played. Perhaps that had been her downfall, her close mindedness. This time, she was more careful. She had to be; the monsters that lurked around each corner of BrookClan were larger now. She needed a powerful second in command, one she could rely on, one that she could learn to trust.
His thought process was similar to hers when it came to seizing power. If one wanted something done properly, one had to be willing to do it themselves. The two, it seemed, were very similar. Her hazel eyes blinked, before she was disturbed from her thinking by his voice. I do and I accept. Her lips twitched again, before the she-cat gave him one nod.
"Very well," she meowed, before her own gaze wandered to the moon. "Let the interview begin." She let out a chuckle. Unlike her laugh, this had a sinister note to it, a deep undertone. She let the chuckle linger in the air for a moment before opening her mouth once again to speak. "Let's start with two questions. The first, when you imagine utopia, what do you see?" She had been asked the same question only a moon before by a close friend. "The second, our supreme god, Nivet, seeks for balance of all things. Is balance possible for felines like you and I?" It was perhaps unfair that these were his two first questions, but she was genuinely curious.
With the silence that had come once again the tom had drifted into the thoughts that had started to linger in the back of his mind. Everette had been taking note of his sisters state both outwards and inwards. Being o closely interwoven in the shadows for so long the black tom had a keen eye for these types of things. As he looked at the ginger cat now he'd come to realize that she looked almost worn out. Though you'd have to look closely and know what to look for to even see it at all. Een with his keen senses and having grown up with Kerrigan Everette could just barely see it lingering beneath the hardened exterior that Kerrigan had built up in order to protect the position she had fought for, killed for. While a majority of Everette's persona came from the fact that he put himself before others, there was a small sliver of familial loyalty that caused a low burn in his chest that urged the tom to try and ease the burden that weighed on his sister's mind. Yet, the tom bit his tongue he knew he hated it when others tried to pry into his own business and the fact that he and his sister were so similar he couldn't help but assume she'd feel the same way. This also wasn't the time nor place to have such discussions. maybe at a later date, if the moment arose again.
When Kerrigan's gaze had shifted from looking at him to the moon Everette's own gaze had naturally followed. As her voice broke the subdued sounds of the night the toms charcoal nose involuntarily twitched. His mind once again snapping back to the forefront as he tunned into what the Tsar was saying. Her low lingering chuckle caused a small huff to leave his nose and a little smirk along with it as he peered at her from the corners of his eyes before turning his attention back to the glowing orb in the dark sky. The cogs in his head beginning to turn once again as she asked him the rather loaded questions. A soft low hum leaving him as he mulled over the answers to each.
He'd never put too much thought in the idea of a utopia. Always to occupied by the idea of him making it through to see the sunrise day after day. Wanting a perfect world was just setting you up for failure. Which more or less was an answer in of itself. His head tilted subconsciously as he toyed with the idea of telling her something that he'd assume he'd want to hear from a potential Boyar candidate or his truth. His whiskers twitched before he spoke, "I don't believe in the idea of utopia. You set yourself up for failure and disappointment by believing in the idea of a perfect world when it can most likely never exist. Try all you might, but there will almost always be a flaw barring your way. I'm content with the actions that ensure that I can see the sunrise day after day. Even if it's flawed to some degree. Even then it may not be achieved, I'm not stupid enough to say I know the future and can say when I die. But, with my own actions, I can at least try." He'd figured his honesty would be the best policy in this situation. After all his sister was bound to know if he was lying in this situation.
The answer to the next question had come surprisingly more natural to the tom than the previous. "No, I don't believe so. At least not at all times" he'd hummed easily with a flick of his tail. He let his curt response sink in before he moved on to elaborate his opinion, "There can be moments of temporary balance, but eventually something does come along and throws everything off. That's life is it not? We spend most of our lives trying to outweigh one thing with the other. To tip the scale in our favour to unbalance someone else, and in turn, they try to unbalance us. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. It's a never-ending seesaw game."
