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Mountain strode through the territory with his thick neck lowered under the weight of his large head. The initiate had not been around long, but he had already made an impression, and it amused him to see the looks other cats gave him. Fear, hatred, he didn't mind any of it. Truth be told, his brother ending up in prison had never been part of his plan, but sometimes cats had to be adaptable. Mountain did as he was told, and Bloodyrhondo's command had been clear.
He paused to take a few efforted sniffs of the air and discovered the scent of another cat nearby. A curious rumble in his throat, head cocked, he waited for them to show themselves.
This other cat had been watching the monstrous tom since the moment he made himself known in the gathering the other day. Unlike him, Ghazen's form was lithe and slim. He only had the muscles he needed, no more, no less. He knew Mountain could crush his skull with one paw if wanted. If he could touch Ghazen in the first place. The pitch black Tom had no fear in his gaze as he emerged from the bushes. His icy optics stared the tom down with hostile curiosity.
He sat down just a few feet away from Mountain and wrapped his tail around his paws. He had never made his allegiances to anyone clear. He kept that to himself, but he had not yet caused any trouble for the new regime. "Brute."
Inspecting the other initiate with a beady gaze, he was not worried by the lack of fear he found. Mountain was disappointed, but he knew it would cement itself in Ghazen's eyes with time, and it would be so much more satisfying to watch him crumble.
"Flea." His voice was guttural and thick, the word almost broken into two syllables by his slow tongue. A lesser cat may have been intimidated, but he did not believe for a moment Ghazen would be. The corners of his mouth curled upward. "Tiny flea."
The hulking tom really had no brain. He chuckled and tilted his head to the side. "Fleas kill." He looked back at him with a challenging glare. Mountain had no idea what he had survived, and the beasts he had slain. He would be nothing special; another claw without a brain. Another pawn taken away from some king, where the king slew his 'mother' who raised him.
He unsheathed his claws and started walking around Mountain. He tried to keep his gaze fixed on the back of Mountain's neck. Ghazen had no intention of fighting, but part of him wanted to see how easily the brute could be baited into combat.
Mountain was thoroughly unimpressed. "Cats kill fleas." He didn't have a single flea or parasite on his skin.
The large tom didn't move as Ghazen circled him. If the initiate was dumb enough to attack him, he could fend him off easily. He was not a cat that could be felled in a single move. His strength gave him the confidence to always be in control of the situation. Impassive, empty eyes followed him only when the initiate passed before him.
He shrugged and continued to circle the behemoth. Ghazen emitted his own aura of steely confidence opposed to Mountain's brash version. The tom had seen his share of fight and had even undertaken a few assassinations on his own. His experience told him something Mountain would fervently disagree with: Any cat could be taken down with one strike. It was just a matter of where the blow was placed, and Ghazen could place it fiendishly well. "Reasons." The single word escaped escaped his lips in a quick puff air. "Coup."
Was that all? Mountain was disappointed. Had Ghazen come all this way just to ask him something so simple? Was he truly asking about Mountain's motivations? The coup had been such an obvious choice, he was surprised anyone cared.
"Matters." He took another step forward and closed the circle a bit more. He knew Mountain would have reacted by now if he were to do something, but he did want to stop. If for some reason the larger tom did lash out, Ghazen wanted to already be moving. If he stood still, he'd be a sitting duck for Mountain.
Something darker fluttered through his icy eyes as he continued to prod Mountain. "No gain."
"No gain?" A deep, wretched cackle rose in his throat like he was choking on a hairball lodged deep in his chest. It was an unsettling laugh. "There is always much to gain. You would do well to take advantage of all opportunities presented to you." Mountain was suddenly speaking fluently, but there was a repetitive feel to his words. They weren't the product of his own thinking, but a phrase he had heard countless times before.
His response made the tom chuckle. Mountain had fewer brain cells left than he thought. His circles continued to grow tighter. "Manipulated. Cheated." He knew how grand schemes like Mountain's worked, and there was no way he was the mastermind. He was pawn. Ghazen could never understand it, but the behemoth was probably fine with it. In the end, the hulk could smash, so the hulk was happy.
