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"We don't," Moltenmidnight confessed to Wildblood, he was a little ways below him at first but soon the two of them were neck-and-neck on the climb. Even though lives were on the line, Moltenmidnight was wearing a crooked grin, he hated to admit it but the rush of adrenaline and the goal of hitting the button was fun to him, "But what other choice do we have? If he really wanted us dead, he would have done it while we were all passed out. Let's play along... but by our own rules."
The red button was now within his arms reach, but instead of pressing it right away, he grabbed Wildblood's paw and lifted it up to it. They were both touching it at the exact same time, "Ready? One... two... three!" With that, Moltenmidnight pressed down, hearing a satisfying click!
Wishbone's ears perked hearing the click, looking around expectantly. It didn't take long for an alarm to begin to blare, red lights flashing in all directions. The crocodiles immediately began to retreat back into the waters. Whatever that alarm meant it clearly overpowered their desire for a meal. Wishbone's ears flattened at the sound, but despite how obnoxious the lights and sounds were it was possibly the most relieving sound he had ever heard, they had made it.
There was the sound of stone moving as at least ten bengals worked to move a stone wall using logs at the bottom of the stone to help roll it. They only left the wall ajar by a sliver, enough for each of them to squeeze through.
"We better have not done all this work only for Volcanicpaw to be too pregnant to get through," Wishbone mumbled, helping his sister over to the exit.
On the other side of the wall was what could be considered a small throne room. A long red rug was draped against a few steps leading up to a small altar. Sitting on the platform of the altar were two chairs, side by side. Maxim sitting in one and a bengal she-cat in the other.
"Interesting move," Maxim said to Moltenmidnight as he watched the siblings walk through. He had not expected two winners, but had not been surprised either, "I think it's obvious that you won though, Moltenmidnight."
A tiny tom kit inside of Volcanicpaw's womb began head-butting her ribcage.
Moltenmidnight didn't climb back down from his perch, he jumped, landing expertly spread on all fours before casually strolling over to his siblings. He seemed cautious but not overly concerned, after all the lizard guys had disappeared so easily, and none one seemed hurt. Well, no one except for Volcanicpaw, but he was pretty sure her hurt had nothing to do with what had just happened, "Volcanicpaw, are you---"
"Interesting move"
Moltenmidnight swiveled his ears toward Maxim before turning his head, "Can we play kings and queens later? My sister is in labor and I'd like to get her to a healer. You've got to have one, right?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 14:26:25 GMT -5
Smolderingcomet visibly relaxed as the huge lizards left, even with the alarm blaring above him. This shook up the tiny tom more than he would ever want to admit. The gasp from Volcanicpaw made him quickly approach her side. No one was paying attention to him, Moltenmidnight claimed that spotlight, but something in Smolderingcomet still shuddered. This bright orange fur meant nothing until now. Now he played sidekick, even servant to his siblings. His eyes flashed a mix of impatience and worry as he waited for Maxim's response.
Maxim moved his tail twice in a row as a few bengals moved forward taking Volcanicpaw away without question, "She'll be in good paws, even if she isn't bengal she must have some of the genetics for one. Perhaps we'll get lucky, in the mean time you will be following me," The white bengal said, already moving past them, a small smirk at the enjoyment of his power.
The other bengal guards in turn moved forward, stopping any of the siblings from being able to get to Volcanicpaw.
"You don't have much of a choice in that. So following me we'll get all of you prepared. Of course all bengal cats except for Moltenmidnight will have to have their tails cut and ears pinched like the rest of us. Just a part of our new tradition, but I promise it really doesn't hurt once the procedure is complete," Maxim assured them.
Wishbone immediately threaded his tail through his legs, "Um... You're going to do what to my what?" he managed to squeak.
Bubblegleam wasn't too keen on the idea of getting a few chunks of skin taken out of her. Like most cats, her body was at its peak performance when it was intact. Given by the way Wishbone had responded, he apparently felt the same. She gave him a little pat on the shoulder as a confidence booster, which was unconvincing even by her own standards.
"And I suppose there's no alternative to that?" she asked. "We can't just roll around in paint for a bit or something?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 8, 2021 23:31:22 GMT -5
Smolderingcomet still tried to follow Volcanicpaw, but was blocked by a few of the Pravus Nocte members. When he persisted, he got pushed back in line with his siblings. Just in time to hear about the tail and ear cutting. He wasn't a bengal, he didn't have to worry about that. But the idea that these cats thought of him as lesser meant that he might get something worse. His tail curled around one of his back legs, the talkative tom struck silent.
