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As the red cat made his way through the forest, he tried very carefully not to hum or yowl in song at the top of his lungs for that wasn’t how one usually hunted and boredom had actually driven Alastor to try his luck at actually contributing to his clan rather than just annoying everyone he came across. Though if he were being honest, which of course he always was he found it was more fun to annoy others. “WHAT DOES A CAT HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME ENTERTAINMENT AROUND HERE!?” he shouted at the trees.
"Depends on whose asking, lamb chops," sang the voice of a she-cat. It came from the very trees in which the tom shouted to; she had been surprised that he hadn't noticed her. It wasn't as if she blended in well- she didn't. She'd given up on blending in many moons ago, first when the fire singed the side of her face and then again when she rose through the ranks. Blending in was never her thing. The pale-blue eyed she-cat then leapt from the branch, landing a few feet short of where he stood. "I've been told around these parts you have to sell your soul for some fun, but I haven't been around these parts long enough to confirm or deny that." She offered him a charming smile, before tilting her head as she moved closer. "I'm sure that if we tried hard enough, though, we could probably figure something out." She gave him a wink, before brushing his shoulder with her tail. She then took a few steps back, the masochist's eyes delighted to see how he would react. "The name's Shae, by the way. Maybe you know it, maybe you don't."
If she had been expecting him to flinch or move away she would be sorely disappointed. His yellow eyes narrowed lazily as he regarded the she-cat this grin never wavering from his expression even as she brushed against him, it was a bold move, one that he dare say he liked. Intimidation tactics had little effect on him, and if it was all in good fun, then really what was the harm in it? "Name's Alastor!" he replied excitedly. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance my dear!" he laughed, his tail lashing in excitement. "If that's the case then allow me to rephrase! What do we have do to get some entertainment around here!?" He tilted his head regarding her curiously, eager to see her own reaction as he stepped closer to her awaiting her answer.
"Alastor," she repeated with her most sinister of purrs. "The pleasure is mine, sweet pea." Out of all of her family, Shae was the one who sounded like she came from the trash heaps. While others in her line were able to distance themselves slightly from the rugged nature of their homeland - she thought of Gossamer or whoever that strange FallClan leader was - she had always embraced the fact that she was as slimy as you'd expect from a trash cat. Even her accent was remnant of the homeland; she always sounded like she came right from Brooklyn. Others in the family had always wondered why she never let this slip away, but Shae had a flair for the dramatics.
The she-cat tilted her head and blinked her frosted blue eyes. She was slightly surprised that the tom seemed eager to play along; maybe, in all her moons wandering and calling the Clan cats filthy, boring fleas, she'd been wrong. Maybe there was some delight to be found outside of her old stomping grounds. After a moment, she let out a sigh. "Well, I suppose that depends, dearest Alastor? What kind of fun is your cup of tea? I'm sure I can figure something out from there." She clicked her tongue. "I'm from Primal Instinct, then Absum Lux, and we play a little differently around those parts."
He snickered at that, the gleam in his eyes completely focused on her as she spoke, any cat with eyes could see that she was breathtakingly beautiful but, had proven in a matter of moments she was much more than that. "Why, I only drink the finest of course! Laced with the pain and suffering of others...." his voice trailing off into a low growl more for himself than her. Snapping out of it he brightened looking chipper as ever as he regarded her. "Tell me! what is it your people do for fun?" Alastor had no ...people of his own, he just appeared once day and no one had questioned it. The sadistic tom was usually left to his own devices, even Leviathan didn't bother with him too much.
He would admit it but, he hated it, there was never anything to do around these parts for him, the most fun he had in moons was torturing the poor woodland creatures that were unfortunate enough to become his prey. Then of course there was the occasional mishap, like some poor sap falling into the river or, that foolish young tom, Pheoxix... something. He was always finding himself in nearly dire situations that Alastor got a cackle out of now and again.
"You know, pumpkin, I think you and I will get along," she purred with another wink of her pale blue eyes. "Never thought I'd say that about a clan cat, but hey, might as well give you a try, eh, sugar?" She let out a laugh, before shrugging. "As for what we do, it depends on the day. I once dove into a fire just because I thought it sounded fun. As you can see my the side of my face, I enjoyed it." Had she really just given the first person in her entire life the origin story of her burns ? And had she just suggested that she enjoyed the acquisition of burns that had never completely healed? "But, I suppose that's me and not my people, per say. I once saw a cat eat the corpse of another, though. That seems to be more of my people type thing to do." She shrugged again. "They're tamer now than they used to be. Shame, too." Her vendetta against her place of birth was still clear, but she spoke with a smile.
"Is that the finest cup of tea?" she asked, sounding far too innocent for the context of the two facts she had said just moments before. She trailed her tail across him as she circled the tom, motions slow and predatory. After her first lap around him, she leaned close to his face. "Or are you just as tame as the rest of them?" Her whisper was breathy against his ear, and she stayed close enough to feel his own breathing before pulling away, just out of his grasp.
His gaze followed her until she was out of his sight, not afraid to turn his back on her as she circled him. Sure she was a strange cat but he hardly considered her a threat, based on what she had just told him she would get more of a thrill out of him attacking her than the other way around. "How bored you must of been to see a thrill like that!" he sounded more amazed than he actually was. "Though I find that pushing someone into the fire would of been more exhilarating! Do you not agree!? A wicked gleam flashed in his gaze at the use of the word tame to describe him. Stepping closer to her so that her whispers brushed against his muzzle as he lowered her face down to hers to speak. "I can assure you my dear, anything that do definitely won't be tame" He practically growled through his toothy grin.
She felt a chill run down her spine as he spoke, and her lips twisted into the most sinister of smiles. Shae was a nutjob, that was for sure, and it seemed that Alastor had a similar amount of... issues as he. It wasn't often that the blue eyed beauty came across one of those, someone whose demons she figured could play well with hers. The very idea that she had found another one, and so soon after Eshek, it delighted her in the most primal of ways.
"Now, what makes you think that a pretty kitty like me would ever want to hurt another cat," she crooned at him, blinking twice in the most innocent of fashion. "No, I'd rather leave the hurting to big strong toms like yourself, mm?" She pressed herself against him, her tail wandering across his spine. She then straightened, pulling away from him so that she could look him in the eye.
"You don't know how long I've waited to hear someone say that," she murmured, her whiskers twitching slightly. "Most cats don't have the same.... interests as I do. This must be fate." She drew out her words a little longer than she needed to, her smile never leaving her face.
“Well then!” he pried up, stepping away from Shae, not giving her the satisfaction of a reaction that she was after. He couldn’t give into her at every turn, though part of him wanted to, but where would the fun in that be? Alastor was the kind of cat who loved the thrill of the case, and he was willing to bet the beautiful creature before him loved to be chased. If this was fate, then maybe he did believe in destiny after all. He was beginning to believe there was reason to this whole goddess madness, and he wanted to push this to the limit. “It seems we’ve both grown tired of our usual game! In a world brimming with entertainment there’s no limit of games we could play, and my you’re so clever! But, tell me, are you as clever as a fox!?”
She frowned slightly, but the frown quickly became another source of delight; he seemed to be the kind of cat who wanted to play a long game, and Shae knew just how to stack the deck in her favor. Her tail twitched as she considered the position she was now in. She had simply come to ask a favor of her favorite niece, and now she had at least an evening's worth of entertainment with the tom in front of her. Even if they parted ways at sunrise, she was sure that her time with him would be a ride. It'd been a while since she took a joyride; after all, it was always best to lay low after you leave a leadership vacuum in the group that you led before you got bored that directly contributed to said group's demise. Peachblush was equally culpable, of course, but the tabby was not absolved from her own part. Perhaps that's why she was so eager to enjoy an evening with this tom: he was her biggest excitement in moons.
"More clever, dearest Alastor. I've been around enough to learn all of the foxes' games." She let out another purr, before tilting her head. "I suppose we need to test that claim, mm? After all, I could tell you all of the things in the world about me, but does it matter if I don't substantiate?"
Alastor let out a deep chuckle as he regarded her. There was a part of him that had been just a little excited to see her frown, to know that he had that kind of effect on her already. He had power over her and all it had taken was a few minutes of conversation. That was his game. If she wanted to play it who was he to deny her such entertainment? He could already tell by the look in her eyes that he had hook her. Now the goal was to keep her hook, for as long as he too desired it.
"Well then come on my darling! we're running out of moon light after all!" he said earnestly, wrapping his fluffy tail around her shoulders and leaning her onward. "But, I forgot to ask you the most important question." his voice was low as he ducked his head down so that his whiskers tickled her ear. "Can you out run a fox?"
If he was to say those things out loud, Shae might challenge them with a smile. You only have the power that I give you, cherie, and I am far from capable of taking away that which I give, she might say, her tone low and dangerous. After all, despite the fact she was a masochist, she still had six lives and the blood of the Everlastings in her veins. She would allow herself to be controlled because she found it fun, but in the end, Shae always had the last say. Perhaps she wouldn't say that, though. Perhaps she would have let the thoughts stand, let him continue to think that the power he held was unidirectional, let him flaunt it as long as he wanted, before taking it right back from him. It was always hard to predict with her.
Her lips twisted into a sick grin as he said the murmured the last words to her. Alastor was slimy, bad news, and was probably about to lead her to her potential death to be eaten by a fox. That was absolutely delightful to her, not only because she'd only lost three lives already and had many more to burn, but also because even when she only had 1 live, even when she had been bound by eternal mortality, Shae had never been one to fear death.
Underestimating others was not something Alastor often did. He was never so full of himself that he would ever completely let his guard down but, the real power came from letting others believe he had. People always showed their true colors when given any amount of power. Both he and his new found friend were playing a very dangerous game with each other. The russet tom knew better than to completely trust a cat he'd only just met. nor did he think Shae was stupid enough to do the same. Neither of them wanted to relinquish their imagined title of puppet master, when in reality the two were probably very evenly matched in cunning and wit. Both holding a power over the other simply because the other merely allowed it. He knew it, she knew it. The only thing left was to see how far they could take this game of theirs.
"Lucky for you, I know just the fox to try it on."
