Post by Running on Jun 2, 2015 18:37:22 GMT
Reposting this thread here for reference. This was a thread on SB that gives some context of what city life was like and also is the scene where arguably this whole story began.
Also note that Seul was referred to as “Seol” here. It was after this thread began that Sparrow decided to change his name.
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Also note that Seul was referred to as “Seol” here. It was after this thread began that Sparrow decided to change his name.
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Rain.
wea
It's always raining in this rat-hole.
Bright blue eyes gazed out miserably at the damp grey road from the shelter of a pale stone overhang by the roadside. The ground was wreathed in a light halo of splattering rain drops, the cars sending torrents flashing sidelong, inches from the little white she-cat's nose.
At only eight months old, she had an unusually developed sense of cynicism. She couldn't bother to get up and search for food any more, the larger cats would just take it...
She snuggled closer to her big brother, their fur mingling in the shadows, black on white, white on black. Her stomach hurt. Her belly a little distended, but not from too much food.
There seemed to be nothing left in this horrible place...
The cruellest of the gang leader in the entire city had seized control most of the land, meaning it was impossible to find food these days without one of his gang members heading you off. Izumi was crafty, her brother strong, but scrapping a living was almost suicidal in itself.
Counter-productive...
She sighed. Perhaps she should just lie here with Kiba and- and-
But the tom mumbled in his sleep, awakening with a start next to her with his strange mis-matched eyes.
"Izzy! Are you ok!? I had a dream that-"
"Don't Kiba, I don't want to hear it. I'm fine kay?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. No. She couldn't. The great lug would die of a heart-attack if she let herself drift away.
"I'm hungry."
"Aren't we all?"
SCREEEEEEEECH!
With cries of alarm the two young cats hugged both each other and the wall as a massive car swerved in the rain, tumbling out of control and tipping on its side in a ear-ripping snarl of noise, it's side tearing open and spilling tons of packaged chicken all over the road.
The two were in movement before the truck had stopped skidding, tearing into the packages as fast as they could and eating as much as was physically possible in one sitting, who knew when the big cats would pop up and take it all!?
wea
It's always raining in this rat-hole.
Bright blue eyes gazed out miserably at the damp grey road from the shelter of a pale stone overhang by the roadside. The ground was wreathed in a light halo of splattering rain drops, the cars sending torrents flashing sidelong, inches from the little white she-cat's nose.
At only eight months old, she had an unusually developed sense of cynicism. She couldn't bother to get up and search for food any more, the larger cats would just take it...
She snuggled closer to her big brother, their fur mingling in the shadows, black on white, white on black. Her stomach hurt. Her belly a little distended, but not from too much food.
There seemed to be nothing left in this horrible place...
The cruellest of the gang leader in the entire city had seized control most of the land, meaning it was impossible to find food these days without one of his gang members heading you off. Izumi was crafty, her brother strong, but scrapping a living was almost suicidal in itself.
Counter-productive...
She sighed. Perhaps she should just lie here with Kiba and- and-
But the tom mumbled in his sleep, awakening with a start next to her with his strange mis-matched eyes.
"Izzy! Are you ok!? I had a dream that-"
"Don't Kiba, I don't want to hear it. I'm fine kay?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. No. She couldn't. The great lug would die of a heart-attack if she let herself drift away.
"I'm hungry."
"Aren't we all?"
SCREEEEEEEECH!
With cries of alarm the two young cats hugged both each other and the wall as a massive car swerved in the rain, tumbling out of control and tipping on its side in a ear-ripping snarl of noise, it's side tearing open and spilling tons of packaged chicken all over the road.
The two were in movement before the truck had stopped skidding, tearing into the packages as fast as they could and eating as much as was physically possible in one sitting, who knew when the big cats would pop up and take it all!?
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SCREEEECH!
With a jump, the dingy furred tom scrambled to his paws from where he had taken refuge beneath a dumpster, fur sticking on end. Who had made the evil sound? They were after him that was for sure! He must have hid in the gang cats’ secret ritual torturing area! There were screeches all around!
Unsheathing his claws, the mangy tom half-leaped, half crawled out from beneath the dumpster, banging his head on the bottom as he went. Once he had struggled free of the crushing bottom of the dumpster, certain that the gang cats were making it crush him, he started to leap onto the top of the dumpster before an alluring scent was carried to him by the wind. Turning around he saw a pile of what must be a GIFT from HEAVEN. for what else could have made a PILE of CHICKEN, leave itself so mercifully at HIS paws!
His stomach rumbled and he licked his lips at the sight, before darting forward to take his share in the feast.
Wade a secon’!
The tom froze in his tracks a little away from the pile, tail twitching and eyes narrowing at the sight of the chicken spilled from the twoleg automobile, completely oblivious to the bobtails’ presence even though they were two tail-lengths away from him.
“Dey think dey can fool me, placin’ dat chicken undah a surh-vay-lance cah-mra? I can see dat light shinin’ on that chicken brig’ an’ clear, even in de rain. I’m not goin’ to be lured into yah trah, gan’ cahts, even if I stohving!”
And with that, the scruffy tom stalked away, shaking his head as he took his steps with care. Everyone knew the gangs turned on the rain pumps every day to flush out their opponents! Yes, flush them out! And here was poor James Oliver, fur sopping wet, but crafty enough to know the plans, to not slip on the wet pavement and into the gutte-
And of course, with a flurry of scrambling paws, the scarred tom slipped on an especially slippery patch of pavement and fell to the ground, sliding until he rammed into Kiba. For a moment he lay there, dazed but then he scrambled to his paws, tail lashing behind him. As he turned to face the black-furred bobtail, his scarred face twisted in indignation as he arched his back, green-gray eyes glaring at Kiba.
“HEY! If ya wanna figh’, figh’ clean ya littah guttahswine, not trippin’ me like tha’!”
With a jump, the dingy furred tom scrambled to his paws from where he had taken refuge beneath a dumpster, fur sticking on end. Who had made the evil sound? They were after him that was for sure! He must have hid in the gang cats’ secret ritual torturing area! There were screeches all around!
Unsheathing his claws, the mangy tom half-leaped, half crawled out from beneath the dumpster, banging his head on the bottom as he went. Once he had struggled free of the crushing bottom of the dumpster, certain that the gang cats were making it crush him, he started to leap onto the top of the dumpster before an alluring scent was carried to him by the wind. Turning around he saw a pile of what must be a GIFT from HEAVEN. for what else could have made a PILE of CHICKEN, leave itself so mercifully at HIS paws!
His stomach rumbled and he licked his lips at the sight, before darting forward to take his share in the feast.
Wade a secon’!
The tom froze in his tracks a little away from the pile, tail twitching and eyes narrowing at the sight of the chicken spilled from the twoleg automobile, completely oblivious to the bobtails’ presence even though they were two tail-lengths away from him.
“Dey think dey can fool me, placin’ dat chicken undah a surh-vay-lance cah-mra? I can see dat light shinin’ on that chicken brig’ an’ clear, even in de rain. I’m not goin’ to be lured into yah trah, gan’ cahts, even if I stohving!”
And with that, the scruffy tom stalked away, shaking his head as he took his steps with care. Everyone knew the gangs turned on the rain pumps every day to flush out their opponents! Yes, flush them out! And here was poor James Oliver, fur sopping wet, but crafty enough to know the plans, to not slip on the wet pavement and into the gutte-
And of course, with a flurry of scrambling paws, the scarred tom slipped on an especially slippery patch of pavement and fell to the ground, sliding until he rammed into Kiba. For a moment he lay there, dazed but then he scrambled to his paws, tail lashing behind him. As he turned to face the black-furred bobtail, his scarred face twisted in indignation as he arched his back, green-gray eyes glaring at Kiba.
“HEY! If ya wanna figh’, figh’ clean ya littah guttahswine, not trippin’ me like tha’!”
Sparrow:
Busy tearing into her claimed food, Izumi barely had time to look out, something she knew she would need to do as Kiba tended to lose himself in food, the silly thing. Her large ears were perked as she managed to finish off an entire chicken in under five minutes, leaping to tear at a new package and freezing at the sight of an adult tom cat, talking to himself and paying little attention to them.
There was evidentially something wrong with the tom, he was muttering and shaking his head, he was- was he? YES! He was walking AWAY FROM THE FOOD! Obviously he was insane, but he didn't seem to be a threat, so the little she-cat tore open a new packet and began to munch once more when a thud announced that the tom had tripped over Kiba who, absorbed by his meal, was pulled out of his bliss by the blow with a sharp hiss of alarm.
The tom spoke.
Izumi wanted to kill him.
Kiba cowered, yet to finish his growth spurt he was quite smaller than the tom and easily towered over.
"S-S-SORRY Sir!"
He jittered, skittering behind Izumi with a look of terror, you never knew with strange city cats, the guy could be a psycho killer for all they knew.
Izumi glanced for a second at her brother, he had been lucky so far in the city, he was unscathed, his fur was soft and thick, his ears full and his face young, she then glanced at the tom and felt a protective instinct. The rat didn't look tooooo threatening....
"Lay off gutter-brain before we thump ya. If you know what's good for you you'll turn that bald little tail of yours, shut that gob and scram."
She snarled, aiming to drive him off, no way was he gonna scare Kiba off his food!
There was evidentially something wrong with the tom, he was muttering and shaking his head, he was- was he? YES! He was walking AWAY FROM THE FOOD! Obviously he was insane, but he didn't seem to be a threat, so the little she-cat tore open a new packet and began to munch once more when a thud announced that the tom had tripped over Kiba who, absorbed by his meal, was pulled out of his bliss by the blow with a sharp hiss of alarm.
The tom spoke.
Izumi wanted to kill him.
Kiba cowered, yet to finish his growth spurt he was quite smaller than the tom and easily towered over.
"S-S-SORRY Sir!"
He jittered, skittering behind Izumi with a look of terror, you never knew with strange city cats, the guy could be a psycho killer for all they knew.
Izumi glanced for a second at her brother, he had been lucky so far in the city, he was unscathed, his fur was soft and thick, his ears full and his face young, she then glanced at the tom and felt a protective instinct. The rat didn't look tooooo threatening....
"Lay off gutter-brain before we thump ya. If you know what's good for you you'll turn that bald little tail of yours, shut that gob and scram."
She snarled, aiming to drive him off, no way was he gonna scare Kiba off his food!
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The tom did not lessen his glare as the black bobtail darted back behind his co-conspirator, pretending to shiver in fright under his stare. Those other cats might think that James Oliver was daft, and perhaps he missed things, but he could spot the small black tom unveiling a weapon behind that white she-cat’s back! HAH!
Unsheathing his claws, James Oliver kept staring at Kiba, although he tried to keep the she-cat in his sight as well. Now HERE was a cat trying to drive him OFF the FOOD! Clearly they HELD the key to getting such food, seeing as the lasers positioned above them hadn’t come out and tore the two bobtails into pieces while they were eating the chicken! CLEARLY they were pawns and DECOYS of the gangs, positioned to fool cats into thinking that is was SAFE eating the food!
Tail bristling, the gray-brown tom arched his back even more, the scars on his face and across his eyes standing out across his grimy face as he spat his next words at the she-cat.
“Yah yawh’re tryin’ dat play-actin’ again, and I am Jahmes Olivah an’ I won’t be tricked by ya! Tell me, what sorta gawds did ya play around’ dis mawnd of chicken so tha’ only ya mean cahwts ca’ eat it? AN’ YA BEHIN’ HER CAHM OUT’WHERE I CA’ SEE YA AND STAWP PRWEPARIN’ THA’ WEHPAHN!”
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In the shadows at the top of a building across the street from the alley, a pair of yellow eyes blinked open. Ears pricked forward at the sound of the spat coming across the alley, and a devilish grin spread across the she-cat’s face.
Inferiors fighting among themselves again? Ah, why am I not surprised? Those stupid brutes of dogs tearing each other apart and doing the job for us! Not that they have the mental capacity to do much else.
Even if she wasn’t on duty, it would be fun to see a little scrap anyway; it was always entertaining to see blood spill into the alleys, and one of the voices sounded quite young. Purring, Adder stretched and rose to her paws, curly red-brown fur shining in the sickly light of the streetlamps. Smirking, the LaPerm padded to the edge of the building, from where she could stare across the street and glimpse the alley where the three cats were. Yellow eyes widened for a moment before a sneer spread across her face at the sight of cats tearing into the massive pile of chicken.
So a food fight now, little kits? Tsk, tsk, they should know better than to tear into such a feast. Everything here is property of Seol’s gutterbrain, and there will be delicious hell to pay.
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A little later in front of Seol’s HQ….
“Heeeeyy, Brutus?”
“OI WHAT ARE YOU-oh. Hello Adder. >:3”
“I think Seol and his inner guard need to be informed that a pack of rats in the 19th sector are tearing into his chicken supply.”
Unsheathing his claws, James Oliver kept staring at Kiba, although he tried to keep the she-cat in his sight as well. Now HERE was a cat trying to drive him OFF the FOOD! Clearly they HELD the key to getting such food, seeing as the lasers positioned above them hadn’t come out and tore the two bobtails into pieces while they were eating the chicken! CLEARLY they were pawns and DECOYS of the gangs, positioned to fool cats into thinking that is was SAFE eating the food!
Tail bristling, the gray-brown tom arched his back even more, the scars on his face and across his eyes standing out across his grimy face as he spat his next words at the she-cat.
“Yah yawh’re tryin’ dat play-actin’ again, and I am Jahmes Olivah an’ I won’t be tricked by ya! Tell me, what sorta gawds did ya play around’ dis mawnd of chicken so tha’ only ya mean cahwts ca’ eat it? AN’ YA BEHIN’ HER CAHM OUT’WHERE I CA’ SEE YA AND STAWP PRWEPARIN’ THA’ WEHPAHN!”
~~~
In the shadows at the top of a building across the street from the alley, a pair of yellow eyes blinked open. Ears pricked forward at the sound of the spat coming across the alley, and a devilish grin spread across the she-cat’s face.
Inferiors fighting among themselves again? Ah, why am I not surprised? Those stupid brutes of dogs tearing each other apart and doing the job for us! Not that they have the mental capacity to do much else.
Even if she wasn’t on duty, it would be fun to see a little scrap anyway; it was always entertaining to see blood spill into the alleys, and one of the voices sounded quite young. Purring, Adder stretched and rose to her paws, curly red-brown fur shining in the sickly light of the streetlamps. Smirking, the LaPerm padded to the edge of the building, from where she could stare across the street and glimpse the alley where the three cats were. Yellow eyes widened for a moment before a sneer spread across her face at the sight of cats tearing into the massive pile of chicken.
So a food fight now, little kits? Tsk, tsk, they should know better than to tear into such a feast. Everything here is property of Seol’s gutterbrain, and there will be delicious hell to pay.
….
A little later in front of Seol’s HQ….
“Heeeeyy, Brutus?”
“OI WHAT ARE YOU-oh. Hello Adder. >:3”
“I think Seol and his inner guard need to be informed that a pack of rats in the 19th sector are tearing into his chicken supply.”
Sparrow:
Izumi snarled,
"You're a mad old codger! Take ONE MORE STEP! ONE MORE I DARE YA!"
The little she-cat bristled, claws sliding out as she faced off against the grimy tom, a spark lighting in her eyes. Yes, yes this was better. After all this time someone to vent on! Not to mention the meal, which she felt good and heavy in her stomach, today was a good day.
"I-I-Izzy!"
Kiba warned, but it was too late, as the tom started shouting about a weapon Izumi smacked him across the face with a gleeful snigger.
"Whatcha gonna do about it Crazy? Come get me! COME ON!"
She yowled, rump in the air as she taunted him.
"Izumiiii!!"
Kiba meowed plaintively,
Not again!
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A bright amber eye cracked open as Brutus's call sounded out outside the slaughterhouse doors, quickly ending in a purr.
Ah. A girl.
The pure white tom stretched leisurely, padding outside with a soft and silent sophistication.
"Brutus?"
He glanced coldly at the tom, ignoring Adder and expecting an immediate understanding of the unspoken question and a response.
"You're a mad old codger! Take ONE MORE STEP! ONE MORE I DARE YA!"
The little she-cat bristled, claws sliding out as she faced off against the grimy tom, a spark lighting in her eyes. Yes, yes this was better. After all this time someone to vent on! Not to mention the meal, which she felt good and heavy in her stomach, today was a good day.
"I-I-Izzy!"
Kiba warned, but it was too late, as the tom started shouting about a weapon Izumi smacked him across the face with a gleeful snigger.
"Whatcha gonna do about it Crazy? Come get me! COME ON!"
She yowled, rump in the air as she taunted him.
"Izumiiii!!"
Kiba meowed plaintively,
Not again!
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A bright amber eye cracked open as Brutus's call sounded out outside the slaughterhouse doors, quickly ending in a purr.
Ah. A girl.
The pure white tom stretched leisurely, padding outside with a soft and silent sophistication.
"Brutus?"
He glanced coldly at the tom, ignoring Adder and expecting an immediate understanding of the unspoken question and a response.
Running:
The tom’s eyes widened as the white-furred rat HIT him, probably trying to place some POISON in him that would cripple him for the rest of his life. Luckily the mangy-furred tom knew how to counter such attacks, and so he closed his eyes and spun in a circle four times before jumping in the air and slicing open his left paw. As the small bobtail danced in front of him, trying to TRICK him into her little trap of a dance so that he would be incapacitated while her little ally unleashed his weapon, he snarled.
“YA THINK I’M A GUTTAHEAD? I know dat de mawment I slash yah yawr fuh will turn into aaahcid and eat up mah pahw! I’ll ha nawn a dat!”
A crafty glint formed in the tom’s eye as he took a step backward-clearly there was only ONE way to defeat these FIENDS and satisfy his rumbling stomach. And he must do it QUICKLY, yes, before that dark-furred demon behind the white she-cat finished loading his weapon and blew him to PIECES.
“TAKE DIS YA MWANGY DWAINSWINE!”
James Oliver yelled as he picked up a massive piece of chicken that had fallen a little ways away from the rest of the pile in his mouth and, after rearing on his hind paws, hurled it at the two bobtails.
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Adder dipped her head deeply as the elegant leader emerged from his den and faced her and Brutus. As he spoke, the LaPerm was a little miffed at still being ignored by the great leader, but she hid such emotions. There may be some fangs in her collar, but she knew she was not yet worthy of a title in the Inner Guard, and therefore she kept silent.
Brutus, meanwhile, turned around from where he had been staring at Adder with a certain expression on his face and dipped his head shortly in respect to the white-furred leader.
“The spy reports that some inferiors have discovered a plentiful supply of chicken split in the 19th sector, sir,” the dark tabby responded promptly, respect for his leader in his deep voice. He would not make a suggestion of what should be done, for that would be a sign of disrespect-it was Seol who made the decisions in this city.
Meanwhile, in the recess in the abandoned building that Brutus was guarding, a golden-furred tom yawned and stretched, muscles tense from being on probation for so long.
“Agh, its really creepy bein’ locked up here each night. No pretty she-cats at all,” he muttered, perfectly aware that three cats were awake not far away from where he was. Not that he acted like it.
“YA THINK I’M A GUTTAHEAD? I know dat de mawment I slash yah yawr fuh will turn into aaahcid and eat up mah pahw! I’ll ha nawn a dat!”
A crafty glint formed in the tom’s eye as he took a step backward-clearly there was only ONE way to defeat these FIENDS and satisfy his rumbling stomach. And he must do it QUICKLY, yes, before that dark-furred demon behind the white she-cat finished loading his weapon and blew him to PIECES.
“TAKE DIS YA MWANGY DWAINSWINE!”
James Oliver yelled as he picked up a massive piece of chicken that had fallen a little ways away from the rest of the pile in his mouth and, after rearing on his hind paws, hurled it at the two bobtails.
~~~
Adder dipped her head deeply as the elegant leader emerged from his den and faced her and Brutus. As he spoke, the LaPerm was a little miffed at still being ignored by the great leader, but she hid such emotions. There may be some fangs in her collar, but she knew she was not yet worthy of a title in the Inner Guard, and therefore she kept silent.
Brutus, meanwhile, turned around from where he had been staring at Adder with a certain expression on his face and dipped his head shortly in respect to the white-furred leader.
“The spy reports that some inferiors have discovered a plentiful supply of chicken split in the 19th sector, sir,” the dark tabby responded promptly, respect for his leader in his deep voice. He would not make a suggestion of what should be done, for that would be a sign of disrespect-it was Seol who made the decisions in this city.
Meanwhile, in the recess in the abandoned building that Brutus was guarding, a golden-furred tom yawned and stretched, muscles tense from being on probation for so long.
“Agh, its really creepy bein’ locked up here each night. No pretty she-cats at all,” he muttered, perfectly aware that three cats were awake not far away from where he was. Not that he acted like it.
eschara:
Water rippled around the still gray form in the gutter. The falling rain had caused the water to rise around the unconscious she-cat so that when she inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth bubbles appeared beneath the water surface.
Eventually the levels rose so high that even Csilla's nose was beneath the water-line. When she took her next breath water flooded her nasal passages and clogged her wind pipes as it trickled down her throat. Waking up immediately, the she-cat panicked, flailing for a moment before she realized that she would be able to breath again if she lifted her head.
Or maybe she could just leave it there and die. That might have been a better solution, but she wasn't ready for that justtt yet. Raising her head from the trench, she let the water run down her neck with a sigh. Fresh wounds still pucked her throat and chest from her most recent beating and her head pounded incessantly with a developing migraine.
Lifting a matted paw out of the gutter, Csilla staggered into the alley and shook of her pelt. The action causing her to reel to the side unsteadily. One look at the she-cat and you knew she was miserable. She's lost both her ears one ago to some inhumane form of torture and they were nothing but scabbed nubs cropped close to her head. She was missing a canine on the right side of her mouth where it had been wrenched out and her tail had claw marks down the length of it that had stripped it of clumps of fur. She was a walking symbol of gang torture, often wondering if they kept her around to scare the other inferiors.
Staggering down the alley, heading a random direction, she had the unfortunate luck to stumble upon a group of cats that were fighting over a supply of chicken. Her mangled ears hadn't register their yowling until it was too late. As quickly as she stumbled into the developing fight, she was back pedaling to hide around the corner. Crouching down in the shadows of the alley wall, she huddled and shivered as more rain pounded down from the sky. Hoping no one had cared enough to notice her.
Sparrow:
Izumi sighed in disappointment as the tom refused to attack her, sitting down in awe and surprise with her head cocked to one side as he began to dance around like a dog with frenzy-sickness.
Kiba was getting increasingly petrified, he crept up beside Izumi and nudged her,
"Izzy... I think he's not got two cells to rub together..."
She glanced at him, attention turning from the crazy tom until suddenly with a screech he drew her attention back,
"WHAT THE-!?"
"EEP!"
A lump of chicken thudded against Kiba's head making the young tom squeak again.
"HEY! Quit it!"
Izumi yowled, not noticing the she-cat that appeared and dissapeared so suddenly from the shadows.
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Seol spared Adder a glance,
"Looks like you're lucky spy, what's your name?"
He meowed, not bothering to wait for her reply as the prisoner's mew echoed out of the slaughter house.
The tom narrowed his eyes.
"Brutus. We're going to drive the rats off my food. Bring the gutterkit, I'll see if he's worth anything...
Oh.
And make sure no matter what that the smug little rat gets a beating when we get back, what kind of tom complains so but a weakling. He needs sense kicked into him...
I'll decide how much after this..."
He padded past them all silently, heading for the 19th sector with a glint of blood lust in his eyes.
Kiba was getting increasingly petrified, he crept up beside Izumi and nudged her,
"Izzy... I think he's not got two cells to rub together..."
She glanced at him, attention turning from the crazy tom until suddenly with a screech he drew her attention back,
"WHAT THE-!?"
"EEP!"
A lump of chicken thudded against Kiba's head making the young tom squeak again.
"HEY! Quit it!"
Izumi yowled, not noticing the she-cat that appeared and dissapeared so suddenly from the shadows.
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Seol spared Adder a glance,
"Looks like you're lucky spy, what's your name?"
He meowed, not bothering to wait for her reply as the prisoner's mew echoed out of the slaughter house.
The tom narrowed his eyes.
"Brutus. We're going to drive the rats off my food. Bring the gutterkit, I'll see if he's worth anything...
Oh.
And make sure no matter what that the smug little rat gets a beating when we get back, what kind of tom complains so but a weakling. He needs sense kicked into him...
I'll decide how much after this..."
He padded past them all silently, heading for the 19th sector with a glint of blood lust in his eyes.
Owly:
Even the rain hadn't prevented Loish from emerging after the chicken hit the street. Her stomach demanded nourishment and she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity that practically threw itself down her throat. Icy eyes bright, she leaped upon a chicken, tearing white chunks of off whiter bones and swallowing it in gulps. Her stomach was so unaccustomed to being fed that it threatened to push everything right back up, but Loish refused to give up the only food she'd seen in a few days.
She'd polished off three of the fowls before the argumentative yowls of Isumi and James met her ears. Wrinkling her nose, she tried to turn the other cheek and ignore it. 'Stay out of it, Loish-girl. It don't involve you,' she thought fiercely, trying to look away. Unfortunately, the city hadn't squashed all of the softness out of the she-cat. A fire of hope had remained kindled in her mind. With a sigh, she padded towards the fight. "HEY! What's this all about you worthless, toothless gutter maggots?" she hissed, fluffing her dirty coat up and arching her back, "Do ya WANT the gangs to come running? Go back to your food 'n' take as much as ya can before Seol's rats rip you scum to shreds!"
She'd polished off three of the fowls before the argumentative yowls of Isumi and James met her ears. Wrinkling her nose, she tried to turn the other cheek and ignore it. 'Stay out of it, Loish-girl. It don't involve you,' she thought fiercely, trying to look away. Unfortunately, the city hadn't squashed all of the softness out of the she-cat. A fire of hope had remained kindled in her mind. With a sigh, she padded towards the fight. "HEY! What's this all about you worthless, toothless gutter maggots?" she hissed, fluffing her dirty coat up and arching her back, "Do ya WANT the gangs to come running? Go back to your food 'n' take as much as ya can before Seol's rats rip you scum to shreds!"
eschara:
Two dulled brown eyes sunken into a rounded skull peered around the corner of the nearby alley as Csilla heard another voice join the cacophony of noises. Had she any ear left, it would have shot forward in shock.
What was this? Resistance? The unusual qualities that the newcomer possessed had fled her and her fellow city-walkers long ago. Of course scarfing down the fallen food was one everyone's mind at the moment, but she'd never heard anyone speak of it. Aloud.
Her breath hissed as she drew it in sharply. Had she been a cat with malicious intent on the brain, she would have reported the traitorous words in a heartbeat. Yet she had no need to be the center of attention even for an instant, no desire to sidle up to side of Seol's gang.
Something about the words Loish had said drew Csilla out of her hiding place. The tasty chicken scattered all about the alley probably had a lot to do with it. Taking one morsel couldn't hurt. And as the Loish had said, better scarf it quick before the baddies showed up. Skulking forward with her matted pelt brushing against the rough pavement, she approached the group. Careful to keep clear of James Oliver who she knew was the city's certifiable loony. Ducking her head she began to nibble at a chicken wing tentatively.
Running:
Unfortunately, James Oliver's mood was only made worse by the sharp tongue of Izumi and the arrival of two more cats, who CLEARLY had been called for by that black bobtail with the weapon, which must have a communicator attached to it that summoned the other secret weapon-bearers.
“CURSE YA ALL FAH GETTIN’ RE-ENFWARCEMENTS!” the tom spat, back arching as he spun around, claws unsheathed. As he yelled a (quite pathetic) battle cry, he reared up and threw three more pieces of chicken at the poor Kiba. Grimy fur on end and ears flattened against his skull, he snarled at the other two arrivals ready to drive them off before they activated their weapons, before his tail drooped. He couldn't POSSIBLY fight them and survive, could he? No, he would have to be CRAFTY and CLEVER and escape!
His eyes fixed on the she-cat who had spoken out, reprimanding them all-perhaps if he blew up her weapon, they would be distracted and-yet there was some glowing aura around the seal-pointed she-cat...had she...had she? Yes, she had somehow IMMOBLIZED the lasers! Clearly she was a DANGEROUS and POWERFUL cat and an ENEMY of the gangs!
"Ya fahl! Ya brawke dawn da traps, so naw dey'll knaw we're here!"
He panickedly glanced left and right, before his eyes fixed on a piece of chicken in front of him.
"Ba while its dahwn..."
With relish, he picked up the enormous piece of chicken in his mouth and slowly dragged
"I'm gonna twake dis en wun!" he mumbled through his mouth full of chicken.
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As Seol spoke directly to her, the curly-furred cat's heart beat faster and a warm glow spread throughout her body, yet she kept her face calm and respectful.
“Adder, sir,” she replied, trying to keep the perfect balance of respect and eagerness in her voice. Perhaps this, with a few more choice actions and flattering words, and some gifts, yes, could lead to another promotion, maybe not to Inner Circle, yet, but closer. As Seol turned to leave, she followed, bottlebrush tail he still behind her. The only dampener on her excitement was the knowledge that as a spy, she would be confined to watching the battle from the rooftops and engaging in sabotage there as well as relaying messages to other spies and spotting arriving enemy. It was a job that needed to be done, but at the same time it could become boring in some raids.
But in time I shall join in the main fight, in all of the bloodlusted frenzies, not just a select few missions.
Marc’s ears pricked as Seol spoke, knowing that he would have to absorb every detail, find every weakness of this supposed powerful leader so that his plot could truly form. Something about some cats finding some chicken, and of course the obvious “but that is OUR chicken”…and them bringing him outside? Hope flared in his eyes for a moment-he was a decent fighter, he could take further steps now to gain Seol’s “trust”-and then quickly was doused by Seol’s next words.
“Gutters,” Antony mumbled under his breath, as Seol mentioned the torturing. At least Antony had fighting skill that might help him lessen the extent of said torture, as long as he did not reveal the true extent of his skill to Seol so the filthy immaculate rat of a leader would still underestimate Antony.
Brutus, on the other hand, simply glared at Antonius in disdain for his feeble and annoying comments (and for how some passing she-cats earlier that day found the light furred tom to be “cute”).
THIS was Julius’s protégé? Clearly that old leader was already daft before we took him out.
“Very well then, sir,” the powerful tom replied, before turning around and grabbing Antony by the scruff of his neck and throwing him out onto the wet pavement.
"I'll be walking behind you, so don't try anything funny."
Antony would have replied with a wisecrack retort, but seeing as Seol was right there, that would not have been a wise idea. Spluttering, the golden-furred prisoner scrambled to his paws, fur wet and legs aching from the collision. Looking anxiously around with a nervous half-smile on his face, Antony followed, his true thoughts hidden deep beneath the mask of his face.
All you fools. I’ll play the part of hapless prisoner for now, but my plans will eventually be set into motion, Seol, with my claws at your throat and a thousand gashes in your pelt for each blow dealt to the mighty Caesar.
“CURSE YA ALL FAH GETTIN’ RE-ENFWARCEMENTS!” the tom spat, back arching as he spun around, claws unsheathed. As he yelled a (quite pathetic) battle cry, he reared up and threw three more pieces of chicken at the poor Kiba. Grimy fur on end and ears flattened against his skull, he snarled at the other two arrivals ready to drive them off before they activated their weapons, before his tail drooped. He couldn't POSSIBLY fight them and survive, could he? No, he would have to be CRAFTY and CLEVER and escape!
His eyes fixed on the she-cat who had spoken out, reprimanding them all-perhaps if he blew up her weapon, they would be distracted and-yet there was some glowing aura around the seal-pointed she-cat...had she...had she? Yes, she had somehow IMMOBLIZED the lasers! Clearly she was a DANGEROUS and POWERFUL cat and an ENEMY of the gangs!
"Ya fahl! Ya brawke dawn da traps, so naw dey'll knaw we're here!"
He panickedly glanced left and right, before his eyes fixed on a piece of chicken in front of him.
"Ba while its dahwn..."
With relish, he picked up the enormous piece of chicken in his mouth and slowly dragged
"I'm gonna twake dis en wun!" he mumbled through his mouth full of chicken.
~~~
As Seol spoke directly to her, the curly-furred cat's heart beat faster and a warm glow spread throughout her body, yet she kept her face calm and respectful.
“Adder, sir,” she replied, trying to keep the perfect balance of respect and eagerness in her voice. Perhaps this, with a few more choice actions and flattering words, and some gifts, yes, could lead to another promotion, maybe not to Inner Circle, yet, but closer. As Seol turned to leave, she followed, bottlebrush tail he still behind her. The only dampener on her excitement was the knowledge that as a spy, she would be confined to watching the battle from the rooftops and engaging in sabotage there as well as relaying messages to other spies and spotting arriving enemy. It was a job that needed to be done, but at the same time it could become boring in some raids.
But in time I shall join in the main fight, in all of the bloodlusted frenzies, not just a select few missions.
Marc’s ears pricked as Seol spoke, knowing that he would have to absorb every detail, find every weakness of this supposed powerful leader so that his plot could truly form. Something about some cats finding some chicken, and of course the obvious “but that is OUR chicken”…and them bringing him outside? Hope flared in his eyes for a moment-he was a decent fighter, he could take further steps now to gain Seol’s “trust”-and then quickly was doused by Seol’s next words.
“Gutters,” Antony mumbled under his breath, as Seol mentioned the torturing. At least Antony had fighting skill that might help him lessen the extent of said torture, as long as he did not reveal the true extent of his skill to Seol so the filthy immaculate rat of a leader would still underestimate Antony.
Brutus, on the other hand, simply glared at Antonius in disdain for his feeble and annoying comments (and for how some passing she-cats earlier that day found the light furred tom to be “cute”).
THIS was Julius’s protégé? Clearly that old leader was already daft before we took him out.
“Very well then, sir,” the powerful tom replied, before turning around and grabbing Antony by the scruff of his neck and throwing him out onto the wet pavement.
"I'll be walking behind you, so don't try anything funny."
Antony would have replied with a wisecrack retort, but seeing as Seol was right there, that would not have been a wise idea. Spluttering, the golden-furred prisoner scrambled to his paws, fur wet and legs aching from the collision. Looking anxiously around with a nervous half-smile on his face, Antony followed, his true thoughts hidden deep beneath the mask of his face.
All you fools. I’ll play the part of hapless prisoner for now, but my plans will eventually be set into motion, Seol, with my claws at your throat and a thousand gashes in your pelt for each blow dealt to the mighty Caesar.
Spotted:
,//, Enter Asha. ,//,
In the shadows along a huge stone building wall, a small form lay hidden among the trash, so covered in mud and filth that it looked to be a part of the garbage that laid around the streets. Then green-blue slits opened a little wider and revealed a feline gaze. Pale claws became unsheathed, and before anyone even noticed her, she darted from her hiding place and raced across the wet pavement.
She darted around the cats and scramble for a piece of chicken. Her eyes flicking about as she scanned for the closest one. Seeing it she leaped forward and grabbed it in her jaws. With it held firmly in her mouth she turned and raced away, not even glancing at the white she-cat who was right next to the chicken that she nabbed.
In a matter of a short minute or two, the kit had grabbed a large hunk of food and made her retreat. This was how she worked; this was how she survived. Buying her time and waiting patiently, until the moment to steal food arrives. She would have acted sooner, but her uncertainty held her back.
Asha then bounded away with a quick glance over her shoulder, before she disappeared into the shadows of an ally way and made a mad dash for another hiding place. She had no idea why those cats stood there and ate, rather then grabbing and running. Sure you may not eat as much, but it's safer.
The young kit raced around the corners and away from the scene, taking her food with her. When she thought she had run far enough she stopped and set the chicken down and panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. After casting a quick alert glance, she grabbed her stolen food and carried on her way. She wouldn't stop running till she was sure she was good and safe, away from any cat that may take her food away from her.
She was a good few blocks away and with another careful scan, she slunk back into the shadows and made her way to a large heap of trash, squeezing her way inside a small opening. Now a rat or a cat her size would be the only threat. She was certain no one saw her or followed her... or at least she hoped so.
,//, Enter Zan. ,//,
The dark furred tom padded out of an ally way just as he saw a kit racing off, but he turned his sinister eyes back to the other cats; why waste his time chasing a kit when there were so many other cats right here?
He looked at the cat right in front of him, his back turned to-wards him. He couldn't help but crack a sneer of malice at that. How simply and easy it could be to attack him while he's off guard. In fact, ALL the cats were too preoccupied with the food and fighting among themselves to notice him. But that wouldn't be fun... so instead he spoke.
"Take it with you?" He asked the cat with a strange speech pattern. "Ah! You mean 'take it to Lord Seol', don't you?" He corrected him with a grin. Though his voice seemed kind, it was too gentle, and held the faintest of warning. It wasn't an act; it was simply how he was: a tom with misleading mannerism, while harboring a killing intent.
He then looked at the other cats, and his smile broadened as he licked his lips. "My, what delicious looking morsels!" Though he said that, his eyes were focused on the cats. With all his bloody battles and murders, his blood lust was more then an urge to fight. He seemed to have developed a taste for the blood of his victims.
"Oh, how generous of all of you! Gathering this food for our Lord Seol!" Then he made a troubled look. "But I'm afraid he wouldn't care for that food to be predigested." A dark flash shone in his gaze, as his lips pulled back, baring his fangs in a rather deranged grin. "I'll have to rip open your guts!"
With that he padded closer, his claws unsheathing and his pelt rippling with excitement. He didn't think he could add more trophies to his black collar, but he would love the blood spill all the same!
In the shadows along a huge stone building wall, a small form lay hidden among the trash, so covered in mud and filth that it looked to be a part of the garbage that laid around the streets. Then green-blue slits opened a little wider and revealed a feline gaze. Pale claws became unsheathed, and before anyone even noticed her, she darted from her hiding place and raced across the wet pavement.
She darted around the cats and scramble for a piece of chicken. Her eyes flicking about as she scanned for the closest one. Seeing it she leaped forward and grabbed it in her jaws. With it held firmly in her mouth she turned and raced away, not even glancing at the white she-cat who was right next to the chicken that she nabbed.
In a matter of a short minute or two, the kit had grabbed a large hunk of food and made her retreat. This was how she worked; this was how she survived. Buying her time and waiting patiently, until the moment to steal food arrives. She would have acted sooner, but her uncertainty held her back.
Asha then bounded away with a quick glance over her shoulder, before she disappeared into the shadows of an ally way and made a mad dash for another hiding place. She had no idea why those cats stood there and ate, rather then grabbing and running. Sure you may not eat as much, but it's safer.
The young kit raced around the corners and away from the scene, taking her food with her. When she thought she had run far enough she stopped and set the chicken down and panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. After casting a quick alert glance, she grabbed her stolen food and carried on her way. She wouldn't stop running till she was sure she was good and safe, away from any cat that may take her food away from her.
She was a good few blocks away and with another careful scan, she slunk back into the shadows and made her way to a large heap of trash, squeezing her way inside a small opening. Now a rat or a cat her size would be the only threat. She was certain no one saw her or followed her... or at least she hoped so.
,//, Enter Zan. ,//,
The dark furred tom padded out of an ally way just as he saw a kit racing off, but he turned his sinister eyes back to the other cats; why waste his time chasing a kit when there were so many other cats right here?
He looked at the cat right in front of him, his back turned to-wards him. He couldn't help but crack a sneer of malice at that. How simply and easy it could be to attack him while he's off guard. In fact, ALL the cats were too preoccupied with the food and fighting among themselves to notice him. But that wouldn't be fun... so instead he spoke.
"Take it with you?" He asked the cat with a strange speech pattern. "Ah! You mean 'take it to Lord Seol', don't you?" He corrected him with a grin. Though his voice seemed kind, it was too gentle, and held the faintest of warning. It wasn't an act; it was simply how he was: a tom with misleading mannerism, while harboring a killing intent.
He then looked at the other cats, and his smile broadened as he licked his lips. "My, what delicious looking morsels!" Though he said that, his eyes were focused on the cats. With all his bloody battles and murders, his blood lust was more then an urge to fight. He seemed to have developed a taste for the blood of his victims.
"Oh, how generous of all of you! Gathering this food for our Lord Seol!" Then he made a troubled look. "But I'm afraid he wouldn't care for that food to be predigested." A dark flash shone in his gaze, as his lips pulled back, baring his fangs in a rather deranged grin. "I'll have to rip open your guts!"
With that he padded closer, his claws unsheathing and his pelt rippling with excitement. He didn't think he could add more trophies to his black collar, but he would love the blood spill all the same!
Sparrow:
Izumi glared at the she-cat, she was right of course, and Izumi was glad to know that she'd already eaten as much as she could manage to keep down, her brother's slightly sickly expression speaking for his own feast, but now the strange she-cat had not only committed suicide, but was dragging everyone else down with her.
"I dunno what you're talking about."
She muttered, beginning to back away as more cats showed up. There had been a relatively peaceful aura here for too long.
"Kibz get out of here. Take my chicken."
"What chicken?"
"The chicken next to me you lug- OI!"
She saw the retreating tail of a thief, narrowing her eyes and trying to remember the kit's markings, she'd give the little rat a once for! She couldn't let the city kits start thinking they could pluck food off her or she'd starve.
"Just gooooo- GUTTERS! RUN!"
She had spotted Zan emerging from a nearby alley, hearts beating like hares' the pair darted for cover, the nearest of which was the truck itself, from which the twins peered in terror at Zan as he advanced on the others.
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Seol ignored everyone else with the air of a professional, padding softly and, as he would like to think, regally through the streets. He honestly couldn't care less about the chicken. It was just food for His sake! Nothing important, he got plenty as it was.
No.
No, this was for pure entertainment. How he loved to see cats scatter before him and his guard, to see them tremble and scream, cry out in pain and die in puddles of their own blood.
Besides, he wanted to test a little theory of his.
As he drew closer, the squawking of the inferiors made his ears twitch. Their voices grated with his pleasure, for they had no fear in them, only haste.
I shall soon change that.
He glanced back at the cats following him,
Time for tests.
As he appeared, a white bob-tail dissapeared into the truck before him, over a mountain of chicken that made the white tom raise an eyebrow.
"All in good time Zan."
He meowed, flicking his tail to Adder in the direction of the bob-tail, it was a sign that held many meanings, the first being that she was not to act as a spy this time, this was her chance to be in a killing spree...He glanced at Brutus,
"Round them up please."
He called out. He would have a bloodbath here, he would make an example of them all.
He then turned on Antony with a curl of his lip.
"Sharpen your claws gutterkit."
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Izumi swore under her breath at what was playing out before her eyes,
"He saw us Kiba! HIDE! And don't you dare give a peep! Promise me that! Not a peep!"
and before he could reply she had shoved him deep within the packets of chicken and turned to wait for Adder to "escort" her out of the truck.
"I dunno what you're talking about."
She muttered, beginning to back away as more cats showed up. There had been a relatively peaceful aura here for too long.
"Kibz get out of here. Take my chicken."
"What chicken?"
"The chicken next to me you lug- OI!"
She saw the retreating tail of a thief, narrowing her eyes and trying to remember the kit's markings, she'd give the little rat a once for! She couldn't let the city kits start thinking they could pluck food off her or she'd starve.
"Just gooooo- GUTTERS! RUN!"
She had spotted Zan emerging from a nearby alley, hearts beating like hares' the pair darted for cover, the nearest of which was the truck itself, from which the twins peered in terror at Zan as he advanced on the others.
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Seol ignored everyone else with the air of a professional, padding softly and, as he would like to think, regally through the streets. He honestly couldn't care less about the chicken. It was just food for His sake! Nothing important, he got plenty as it was.
No.
No, this was for pure entertainment. How he loved to see cats scatter before him and his guard, to see them tremble and scream, cry out in pain and die in puddles of their own blood.
Besides, he wanted to test a little theory of his.
As he drew closer, the squawking of the inferiors made his ears twitch. Their voices grated with his pleasure, for they had no fear in them, only haste.
I shall soon change that.
He glanced back at the cats following him,
Time for tests.
As he appeared, a white bob-tail dissapeared into the truck before him, over a mountain of chicken that made the white tom raise an eyebrow.
"All in good time Zan."
He meowed, flicking his tail to Adder in the direction of the bob-tail, it was a sign that held many meanings, the first being that she was not to act as a spy this time, this was her chance to be in a killing spree...He glanced at Brutus,
"Round them up please."
He called out. He would have a bloodbath here, he would make an example of them all.
He then turned on Antony with a curl of his lip.
"Sharpen your claws gutterkit."
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Izumi swore under her breath at what was playing out before her eyes,
"He saw us Kiba! HIDE! And don't you dare give a peep! Promise me that! Not a peep!"
and before he could reply she had shoved him deep within the packets of chicken and turned to wait for Adder to "escort" her out of the truck.
Running:
Thunder boomed across the heavens as the brown tom with the tooth-studded collar emerged behind the mangy inferior, making the grimy tom jump and turn around to face the fiend. Eyes widening and fur even more on end than before, James Oliver took a step back despite himself. While Zan of Bloody Deaths was only slightly larger than the inferior, to James Oliver he seemed to swell up in size with each word he spoke, becoming enormous as a TRUCK so that he could BLOT OUT all the other cats in the alley with his claws the size of dogs.
As apparently insane as James Oliver could be, he had been victim to the claws of Seol's cronies enough times to see past the suave attitudes of some of them, and he was not fooled in the slightest by Zan's mocking attitude; in fact, it made the tom with a mangled accent a little indignant.
"Shawr an' le' me gaw free, is dat rite? I have yawr numbah, an' yawr lies ahre jus' crazy tawk! Bah it wasn' I dat turned aff da lasahs, so jest gaw awn yawr way," he muttered, half under his breath, dropping the chicken so he could continue his monologue even though the brown- furred tabby had already turned his back.
Nervously, the gray- brown tom glanced left and right nervously as - perhaps it would be better to make a break for it, RUN, yes. After all, he had enough scars to prove that he could FIGHT, but to get anymore could be BAD.
But the chicken smelt so good... Before he knew what he was doing, his stomach took CONTROL of his MIND-so CLEARLY there was a curse placed here, a backup system when the lasers were disabled so they would not be able to flee-and he bent his head and ripped apart the chicken in large gulps.
That is, until Seol's voice slithered into the alleyway and into the scarred tom's ears.
Guttahsan'ratsan'drainswinedawg-dun',dawg-dun',dawg-dun'!
Fear scent emanated from the gray-brown tom, for even a blind and deaf kit knew that when the immaculate and most powerful gang leader of the city arrived...
"Gawtta get awt, get awt!"
James Oliver frantically muttered as he dropped the chicken and darted forward running blindly, even if it was already too late, he was trapped, doomed, unable to escape with only a few scs this time.
Adder's eyes lit up as the great leader announced that they would not merely drive the rats of the food, but that there would be a bloodbath that day! And by his tail signal, not only she would be witness to such a glorious occasion, but she would participate in the slaughter itself, hear the screams of her victims firsthand, watch blood bubble from their throats and terror fill their eyes, add trophies to her collar, all in the sight of her lord and her love! The curly-furred cat caught the eye of Brutus, who responded with a look he only gave to a few, before Seol called out for Brutus and the dark tom stood at attention.
"Yes, sir," the well-muscled tabby responded with a small sadistic grin on his normally taciturn face. The classic call that always meant a bloodbath was in store. With that he unsheathed his claws and strode over to block the other cats from escaping, licking his lips when he saw that two of the wretched rats were she-cats.
Upon coming into sight of the pile of chicken, Marc's eyes widened in awe and his mouth watered; he was better fed than inferiors, and most prisoners, for that, but he still was kept by his guards at a state where there would always be a little pang in his stomach. Not that such things bothered him at all, for hunger strikes had been part of his training, but like he was going to let THAT on to Seol.
Don't let your enemy know you.
As Seol turned to look at him, the young golden-furred tom composed his expression carefully into one that conveyed a nervous eagerness with just the right amount of excitement, but no fear; fear would not do him well in this circumstance. Besides, the athletic tom needed a break from being cramped up in prison all day, and so it was with a little true eagerness that the tom unsheathed his claws and took a couple steps to the side to help Brutus block off any escape. Carefully concealing his pure loathing for Seol and having to follow that swine's orders, of course.
Meanwhile Adder slithered toward the truck into which the white bobtail had fled. The red-brown spy's eye widened for a brief moment as she saw the small she-cat simply waiting-was there a trap involved? A quick analysis of the interior of the truck said otherwise, but it would still be fun to catch the inferior off guard. That in mind, she first glanced suspiciously at the truck, just to inspire that aura of fear, and then Adder pretended to be distracted by some other cat trying to run away and slunk out of Izumi's range of vision. Smirking, after all, Seol never specified HOW to get the rat as long as it worked. And creativity was always good.
And so it was that mere moments later, Adder slipped like a silent shadow in through the smashed window of the truck, and from there maneuvered through the window into the backseat. Holding back a chuckle, she stood still for a moment on the pile of chicken, knowing that any more movement would alert the white she-cat to her presence. She would have to take careful aim from this distance. It was while noting Izumi's exact position that Adder noticed her bobtail.
No tail...what a weakling
A moment later, Adder pushed off from the pile of chicken as silently as she could, landing on the bobtail like a serpent striking her prey without warning. The LaPerm's forward motion combined with her large size in comparison to Izumi's would carry both she-cats out of the truck and into the alley, where Adder would hopefully keep this gutter kit pinned down.
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"Awtawtawtawtawtawaaagghh!"
Cried James Oliver as what had looked like a PASSAGE to FREEDOM was blocked off by an enormous brown tabby with green eyes...wait, wasn't there already a dark brown...
Not bothering to notice the difference in size and fur length between Zan and Brutus, James Oliver, with a cry of "CLAWNES!" turned tail and fled right into Zan, making a wild leap and landing on the vicious tom's back. Knowing that there was only left to him the gutterbrained option to FiGHT, the tom aimed several weak slashes to Zan's back, knowing it was his only hope against the Gang member, whose fangs on his collar seemed to be GROWING, jutting out to IMPALE him on the spot!
And being so distracted, James Oliver tumbled forward off Zan's back and landed right in front of Seol.
As apparently insane as James Oliver could be, he had been victim to the claws of Seol's cronies enough times to see past the suave attitudes of some of them, and he was not fooled in the slightest by Zan's mocking attitude; in fact, it made the tom with a mangled accent a little indignant.
"Shawr an' le' me gaw free, is dat rite? I have yawr numbah, an' yawr lies ahre jus' crazy tawk! Bah it wasn' I dat turned aff da lasahs, so jest gaw awn yawr way," he muttered, half under his breath, dropping the chicken so he could continue his monologue even though the brown- furred tabby had already turned his back.
Nervously, the gray- brown tom glanced left and right nervously as - perhaps it would be better to make a break for it, RUN, yes. After all, he had enough scars to prove that he could FIGHT, but to get anymore could be BAD.
But the chicken smelt so good... Before he knew what he was doing, his stomach took CONTROL of his MIND-so CLEARLY there was a curse placed here, a backup system when the lasers were disabled so they would not be able to flee-and he bent his head and ripped apart the chicken in large gulps.
That is, until Seol's voice slithered into the alleyway and into the scarred tom's ears.
Guttahsan'ratsan'drainswinedawg-dun',dawg-dun',dawg-dun'!
Fear scent emanated from the gray-brown tom, for even a blind and deaf kit knew that when the immaculate and most powerful gang leader of the city arrived...
"Gawtta get awt, get awt!"
James Oliver frantically muttered as he dropped the chicken and darted forward running blindly, even if it was already too late, he was trapped, doomed, unable to escape with only a few scs this time.
Adder's eyes lit up as the great leader announced that they would not merely drive the rats of the food, but that there would be a bloodbath that day! And by his tail signal, not only she would be witness to such a glorious occasion, but she would participate in the slaughter itself, hear the screams of her victims firsthand, watch blood bubble from their throats and terror fill their eyes, add trophies to her collar, all in the sight of her lord and her love! The curly-furred cat caught the eye of Brutus, who responded with a look he only gave to a few, before Seol called out for Brutus and the dark tom stood at attention.
"Yes, sir," the well-muscled tabby responded with a small sadistic grin on his normally taciturn face. The classic call that always meant a bloodbath was in store. With that he unsheathed his claws and strode over to block the other cats from escaping, licking his lips when he saw that two of the wretched rats were she-cats.
Upon coming into sight of the pile of chicken, Marc's eyes widened in awe and his mouth watered; he was better fed than inferiors, and most prisoners, for that, but he still was kept by his guards at a state where there would always be a little pang in his stomach. Not that such things bothered him at all, for hunger strikes had been part of his training, but like he was going to let THAT on to Seol.
Don't let your enemy know you.
As Seol turned to look at him, the young golden-furred tom composed his expression carefully into one that conveyed a nervous eagerness with just the right amount of excitement, but no fear; fear would not do him well in this circumstance. Besides, the athletic tom needed a break from being cramped up in prison all day, and so it was with a little true eagerness that the tom unsheathed his claws and took a couple steps to the side to help Brutus block off any escape. Carefully concealing his pure loathing for Seol and having to follow that swine's orders, of course.
Meanwhile Adder slithered toward the truck into which the white bobtail had fled. The red-brown spy's eye widened for a brief moment as she saw the small she-cat simply waiting-was there a trap involved? A quick analysis of the interior of the truck said otherwise, but it would still be fun to catch the inferior off guard. That in mind, she first glanced suspiciously at the truck, just to inspire that aura of fear, and then Adder pretended to be distracted by some other cat trying to run away and slunk out of Izumi's range of vision. Smirking, after all, Seol never specified HOW to get the rat as long as it worked. And creativity was always good.
And so it was that mere moments later, Adder slipped like a silent shadow in through the smashed window of the truck, and from there maneuvered through the window into the backseat. Holding back a chuckle, she stood still for a moment on the pile of chicken, knowing that any more movement would alert the white she-cat to her presence. She would have to take careful aim from this distance. It was while noting Izumi's exact position that Adder noticed her bobtail.
No tail...what a weakling
A moment later, Adder pushed off from the pile of chicken as silently as she could, landing on the bobtail like a serpent striking her prey without warning. The LaPerm's forward motion combined with her large size in comparison to Izumi's would carry both she-cats out of the truck and into the alley, where Adder would hopefully keep this gutter kit pinned down.
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"Awtawtawtawtawtawaaagghh!"
Cried James Oliver as what had looked like a PASSAGE to FREEDOM was blocked off by an enormous brown tabby with green eyes...wait, wasn't there already a dark brown...
Not bothering to notice the difference in size and fur length between Zan and Brutus, James Oliver, with a cry of "CLAWNES!" turned tail and fled right into Zan, making a wild leap and landing on the vicious tom's back. Knowing that there was only left to him the gutterbrained option to FiGHT, the tom aimed several weak slashes to Zan's back, knowing it was his only hope against the Gang member, whose fangs on his collar seemed to be GROWING, jutting out to IMPALE him on the spot!
And being so distracted, James Oliver tumbled forward off Zan's back and landed right in front of Seol.
Owly:
Loish sputtered every curse she could recall at the moment as Seol and his gang emerged. With a hiss, she turned to flee, but stopped. She watched in horror as one of the gang members tackled the bob-tailed kit and felt a screech rise from her chest. Not stopping to take a breath, she threw herself at Adder. Mentally, she let loose another string of curses, this time at the shred of goodness she had left in her. She knew there was a slim chance of her taking on a cat of Seol's gang and living, but something in her felt the need to protect the kit. "NOT HER, YOU BITCH!" she roared, colliding with the gang she-cat, claws and jaws extended.
((Heehee. You compared Adder to Bellatrix once, so I just had to use that line. x3))
((Heehee. You compared Adder to Bellatrix once, so I just had to use that line. x3))
Sparrow:
Izumi bit her lip nervously, ears straight back as she saw a collared she-cat be sent up to fetch her. She knew what this meant, what this would end in, knew what was about to happen to her.
She summoned every once of strength she had, just to sit there, not to run, not to hide with Kiba in the darkest confines of the truck and never come out.
No.
No she couldn't.
She would not run. She would never let herself run. Such a cowardly and horrific death was running, they always took longer with the ones who ran, something about the fear they showed, something about the thrill of the chase.
She couldn't hide.
They'd search.
They'd find Kiba.
Speaking of which, the tom was desperately trying to dig his way out of the chicken packages,
You loyal... brave little idiot.
She shoved another chicken on top on the tom cat and silenced him with a look that could kill.
She glanced out of the entrance and felt her little heart leap in hope, the she-cat was looking at another runaway! She choked back a sob of relief, she wasn't going to die today! She was going to live! They were going to be okay!
"Made it- ACK!"
Cruel claws gripped her from behind as a weight slammed her out of the truck and into the open, the wet tarmack rushing up to meet her as they skidded for a moment, grazing the little white she-cat's cheek as they came to a halt, the young cat completely pinned.
Well, her body was.
"YOU FESTERING RAT! GEDDOFF ME SO I CAN RIP OFF YOUR EARS!"
She struggled whole-heartedly, bright blue eyes challenging Adder's for the split second before the she-cat was wrenched off her, leaving the young cat dazed and shocked, watching the stranger diving at Adder for HER sake!
Thisisn'thappeningThisisn'thappeningThisisn'thappening!
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Alone and trapped, Kiba struggled against a chicken within the truck, cursing his small size as he desperately tried to get out, Izumi's LIFE was in danger! He couldn't just SIT HERE!
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Seol grinned in a rather unrefined way as fights started out across the soon-to-be death zone. With a cool eye he regarded the various happenings. Adder had the bob-tail pinned- WOOOAAAA WHAT WAS THAT?
She was yowling her head off at his own authority... yet it was music to his ears. Her fur was soft- Her eye full and blazing- oh-dear-
He had to have her.
She was- he couldn't even-
And ADDER WAS ABOUT TO KILL HER!
He barely stopped himself from leaping over, shoving Adder away and-
"Hmmmmmm......"
But he couldn't just spare her... That would be a blow to his image as a ruthless killer, so, noting the white bob-tail's sudden freedom he grabbed Antony by the shoulder harshly with his claws to drag him close.
"Now THERE, kit, is a pretty she-cat. I don't want her getting away. But don't hit her face or mar her too badly, I think I'll keep her."
He shoved him in Izumi's direction.
"If she escapes I'll kill you myself gutterswine."
He hissed. Yes, this would work, they were about the same age and Antony had something to prove, he would not lose control.
Thunk
The pure white tom wrinkled his nose in disgust at the creature before him, he felt like he would become tainted by just touching the cat.
"Kill it Zan... As slowly and in as cruel a way as you can possibly think up."
She summoned every once of strength she had, just to sit there, not to run, not to hide with Kiba in the darkest confines of the truck and never come out.
No.
No she couldn't.
She would not run. She would never let herself run. Such a cowardly and horrific death was running, they always took longer with the ones who ran, something about the fear they showed, something about the thrill of the chase.
She couldn't hide.
They'd search.
They'd find Kiba.
Speaking of which, the tom was desperately trying to dig his way out of the chicken packages,
You loyal... brave little idiot.
She shoved another chicken on top on the tom cat and silenced him with a look that could kill.
She glanced out of the entrance and felt her little heart leap in hope, the she-cat was looking at another runaway! She choked back a sob of relief, she wasn't going to die today! She was going to live! They were going to be okay!
"Made it- ACK!"
Cruel claws gripped her from behind as a weight slammed her out of the truck and into the open, the wet tarmack rushing up to meet her as they skidded for a moment, grazing the little white she-cat's cheek as they came to a halt, the young cat completely pinned.
Well, her body was.
"YOU FESTERING RAT! GEDDOFF ME SO I CAN RIP OFF YOUR EARS!"
She struggled whole-heartedly, bright blue eyes challenging Adder's for the split second before the she-cat was wrenched off her, leaving the young cat dazed and shocked, watching the stranger diving at Adder for HER sake!
Thisisn'thappeningThisisn'thappeningThisisn'thappening!
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Alone and trapped, Kiba struggled against a chicken within the truck, cursing his small size as he desperately tried to get out, Izumi's LIFE was in danger! He couldn't just SIT HERE!
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Seol grinned in a rather unrefined way as fights started out across the soon-to-be death zone. With a cool eye he regarded the various happenings. Adder had the bob-tail pinned- WOOOAAAA WHAT WAS THAT?
She was yowling her head off at his own authority... yet it was music to his ears. Her fur was soft- Her eye full and blazing- oh-dear-
He had to have her.
She was- he couldn't even-
And ADDER WAS ABOUT TO KILL HER!
He barely stopped himself from leaping over, shoving Adder away and-
"Hmmmmmm......"
But he couldn't just spare her... That would be a blow to his image as a ruthless killer, so, noting the white bob-tail's sudden freedom he grabbed Antony by the shoulder harshly with his claws to drag him close.
"Now THERE, kit, is a pretty she-cat. I don't want her getting away. But don't hit her face or mar her too badly, I think I'll keep her."
He shoved him in Izumi's direction.
"If she escapes I'll kill you myself gutterswine."
He hissed. Yes, this would work, they were about the same age and Antony had something to prove, he would not lose control.
Thunk
The pure white tom wrinkled his nose in disgust at the creature before him, he felt like he would become tainted by just touching the cat.
"Kill it Zan... As slowly and in as cruel a way as you can possibly think up."
Spotted:
Zan glanced over his shoulder when he heard the voice of his Lord. When the white tom drew closer, Zan dipped his head as he stepped to the side, while their leader issued his orders. It sounded as if they would get to kill these cats! How lucky! Hopefully he would get to participate in it, and be able to drink the delicious blood of his newest victim! But his hoped were dashed, when Seol never gave him an order.
The brown tabby knew he would be out of line to join in when their Lord was around giving orders for their assigned tasks. He simply sat their and watched as Brutus, a spy and a prisoner set to work on the orders given to them. He frowned and gazed on with a disappointed look. They would get to kill and spill blood, and he would have to watch? Oh well... He could always keep an eye out for any slip ups. If he caught a cat retaliating or trying to escape, he could step in and do what the others were too busy to do.
With that thought in mind his frown vanished and he watched with an amused and almost eager look in his dark green eyes. Just waiting to see a cat that he could call his next victim. Then he watched as a young white she-cat was thrown down and yowled in response with words that Zan thought he'd ever hear from inferiors. He knew some were like this, but they were so rare that this was his first time seeing one.
His brows raised at this and he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. And it seemed as if Lord Seol felt the same way. His ears perked when he heard their leader giving orders to the prisoner, telling him to capture the she-cat, that he claimed as his own.
Zan continued to watch and wait, his eyes hiding the thoughts that crossed his mind, and instead held an sinister stare. He sat up when the other she-cat leaped at the spy. He was again impressed and surprised. An inferior retaliating?! This was his chance! He thought with a grin of malice, but at that moment the strange speaking tom leaped up at him and landed on his back.
He let out a surprised grunt as he felt the weight out a slight strain on his legs, being unprepared for such a thing to happen. He felt claws sc his pelt in feeble attempts to attack him, before falling right off his back. Rather then doing anything, Zan simply looked over at the other tom and blinked in response. This tom must be really out of and very desperate.
Then he caught the words of Lord Seol and a demented grin stretched across his muzzle. Finally! This was what he wanted! Some fun! Some blood! With that he leaped around in a single swift bound and lunged at his victim, landing on top of him with his large claws digging deep into his pelt.
He shoved his face close to James' and bared his fangs in a sickening smile. "Lucky you! You have the honor of entertaining our Lord! Shame, I can't get more trophies from you, but your blood should suffice!" With that he leaped back slightly and swiped his paw across the tom's face, his large claws fully extended and tearing deep into an eye-socket. Feeling this he curled his claws, reaching in deeper before ripping them out, tearing an eye out with them.
Zan smiled and licked the blood off his claws. He took a few paw steps closer and used one paw to keep his victim still. "You'll be sure to scream nice and loud, yes? No holding back now." He said raising his other paw. He thought of ripping open his stomach, but he stopped and brought his paw down slowly. His order was to kill him slowly and as cruel as possible.
He grinned again. This time he knelt down and gripped a few of the inferiors claws in his teeth. Biting them firmly he very slowly pulled, ripping them out of his paws as slowly as possible. He then dropped the bloodied claws onto the pavement. He wondered if he should pull out everyone of his claws and fangs... That would be fun, and slow... but it may take too long.
Zan tipped his head to the side, with a thoughtful expression as his claws curled into the inferior's flesh, to keep him from escaping. "Hmm... What to do? I should do my very best! What's my best, I wonder?"
The brown tabby knew he would be out of line to join in when their Lord was around giving orders for their assigned tasks. He simply sat their and watched as Brutus, a spy and a prisoner set to work on the orders given to them. He frowned and gazed on with a disappointed look. They would get to kill and spill blood, and he would have to watch? Oh well... He could always keep an eye out for any slip ups. If he caught a cat retaliating or trying to escape, he could step in and do what the others were too busy to do.
With that thought in mind his frown vanished and he watched with an amused and almost eager look in his dark green eyes. Just waiting to see a cat that he could call his next victim. Then he watched as a young white she-cat was thrown down and yowled in response with words that Zan thought he'd ever hear from inferiors. He knew some were like this, but they were so rare that this was his first time seeing one.
His brows raised at this and he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. And it seemed as if Lord Seol felt the same way. His ears perked when he heard their leader giving orders to the prisoner, telling him to capture the she-cat, that he claimed as his own.
Zan continued to watch and wait, his eyes hiding the thoughts that crossed his mind, and instead held an sinister stare. He sat up when the other she-cat leaped at the spy. He was again impressed and surprised. An inferior retaliating?! This was his chance! He thought with a grin of malice, but at that moment the strange speaking tom leaped up at him and landed on his back.
He let out a surprised grunt as he felt the weight out a slight strain on his legs, being unprepared for such a thing to happen. He felt claws sc his pelt in feeble attempts to attack him, before falling right off his back. Rather then doing anything, Zan simply looked over at the other tom and blinked in response. This tom must be really out of and very desperate.
Then he caught the words of Lord Seol and a demented grin stretched across his muzzle. Finally! This was what he wanted! Some fun! Some blood! With that he leaped around in a single swift bound and lunged at his victim, landing on top of him with his large claws digging deep into his pelt.
He shoved his face close to James' and bared his fangs in a sickening smile. "Lucky you! You have the honor of entertaining our Lord! Shame, I can't get more trophies from you, but your blood should suffice!" With that he leaped back slightly and swiped his paw across the tom's face, his large claws fully extended and tearing deep into an eye-socket. Feeling this he curled his claws, reaching in deeper before ripping them out, tearing an eye out with them.
Zan smiled and licked the blood off his claws. He took a few paw steps closer and used one paw to keep his victim still. "You'll be sure to scream nice and loud, yes? No holding back now." He said raising his other paw. He thought of ripping open his stomach, but he stopped and brought his paw down slowly. His order was to kill him slowly and as cruel as possible.
He grinned again. This time he knelt down and gripped a few of the inferiors claws in his teeth. Biting them firmly he very slowly pulled, ripping them out of his paws as slowly as possible. He then dropped the bloodied claws onto the pavement. He wondered if he should pull out everyone of his claws and fangs... That would be fun, and slow... but it may take too long.
Zan tipped his head to the side, with a thoughtful expression as his claws curled into the inferior's flesh, to keep him from escaping. "Hmm... What to do? I should do my very best! What's my best, I wonder?"
eschara:
The gang had arrived. Csilla peered fearfully over the edge of a chicken wing as the cats that were sharing the meal scattered in various directions. A few attacked, while others made their stand and some hid. She did no such things. Frozen stock still in fear like a piece of prey that knew it was being hunted.
Her breath came in short, quick gasps. Her heart thudding in her chest like thumping pistons of a car engine. Maybe, maybe if she just stood still enough, no one would notice her. The brown orbs set in her face were wide open and filled with nervous energy. She watched the stranger she-cat that she now thought of as an enemy of state, rush after Adder who had gone after the kit per Seol's orders. Idiot. She thought to herself as the cat attacked Adder.
As Zan was ordered to attack James, she seized the opportunity to make her escape. Keeping her small, gray form pressed to the wet cement she skittered off in the direction of the nearest alley. Hoping that everyone was too busy bloodying their claws to notice the matted she-cat creeping away.
Maybe she wouldn't be noticed.
But good luck didn't bless many people in this god-forsaken place.
So, she moved painstakingly slow to avoid attracting attention with any quick motions. On the balls of her worn paws so that she could dart at the slightest sound of attack. Her shredded tail was tucked between her legs to make herself seem smaller and her earless auditories strained as they tried to pick up any sounds.
Running:
((ooc: To not slow down the rp too much, I'm posting each character's part as I type it.)
As usual, the massacre was going quite well. The massive brown tabby tom nearly purred as the sickly but sweet scent of inferior blood hit his nostrils, and he caught the delightful sounds of inferiors screaming. But he did not turn back to look at whatever " game" Zan was playing with his newest victim (although Brutus sincerely hoped that Zan would not take so long in determining what his " best" form of torture was that his victim escaped him). For Brutus had the imperative job of ensuring that none escaped, that there were no survivors left to brag that they took chicken and escaped Seol's gang unscathed. That would never do.
And so as he spotted a small gray and white figure sneaking away from the pile of chicken as the fighting broke out, his lip curled and he opened his mouth, detecting the scent of fear coming off of the scrap like a beacon betraying her.
What a fool.
He quickly glanced around and scented the area to ensure that no other scum was trying to escape, and then fixed his senses on the pale-furred cat. With surprisingly quiet grace considering his massive size, Brutus stalked after the coward, paws touching wet pavement with barely a sound, body aligned in perfect balance. The Silent Death, for certain.
As he neared the pathetic fugitive (which wasn't difficult considering her slow pace) his eyes narrowed. Not only was this gutterkit a she-cat, but it seemed as if the rat had not learned from previous "lessons." The Inner Guard member quickly took in the she-cat's numerous fresh wounds as well as her ripped-off ears.
A pity. Ears were delightful to tear off, especially because they bled more than the rest of the body.
Now for alerting the gutterbrain to his presence.
As a seasoned veteran of such attacks, the massive tom wasted no time deliberating as Zan sometimes did, and instead dove in straight for the attack. Silent as his name, he lunged for the she-cat once she was only a tail-length away, jaws open, with the intent to clamp them down on her right foreleg and then lift her up and dangle her in the air, where she would be helpless to retaliate. Helpless to do naught but suffer.
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Delight lit in every sense like a drug as the red-brown she-cat felt her quarry hopelessly trapped beneath her, blood already dripping onto the pavement and staining the white fur from the impact of the landing. Although the pin was not enough to silence this rat's tongue. Normally such insults would have sliced into the gang cat's strong sense of pride, sending her into a fury, but she was too exhilarated by the thought of the upcoming massacre, of hearing her victim's screams and spilling their entrails like trash into the gutters. So instead of pure rage, Adder's face only held a condescending expression and a wild, savage joy as she looked at her soon-to-be victim's face, perhaps considering ripping out the she-cat's tongue, she hadn't tried that before, after all...
Yellow eyes met blue for a moment, twisted crimson fur upon pure white, attacker on victim. Each ignorant of the long terrible struggle that would soon be between them, that would seize and twist their destinies forever. Especially as one of the pair believed her moments were numbered.
But then an attacking yowl made Adder's ears prick and the spy spotted another inferior lunging for her, face twisted in an expression of fury as she announced her attack, giving the LaPerm enough time to plan a counterattack.
Bad move, gutterkit
Adder rolled with the attack, letting her greater size and weight play to her advantage as she bit near the mudblood's neck and tried to slam the inferior beneath her. Before the rat would have a chance of recovering and regaining whatever wits she had, the curly-furred cat twisted, trying to shove her enemy's face into the pavement, and then released her grip on her neck. With a sadistic cackle, she kicked the seal-point inferior away, trying to score deep rents in the gutterkit with her hind claws.
This was her chance to prove her cunning and wit, her sharp claws and tactics, her strength and ruthlessness, and in front of the great gang leader himself! And for such an inferior to attack a higher ranked member, said inferior must be an enemy of state, a danger, and therefore a prize to eliminate.There was no way this maggothead was going to get in the way of that!
And she simply wanted this-this unworthy- to writhe in pure agony for attempting to undermine her, for even thinking that Adder was an opponent that she had the slightest chance of defeating.
While Loish may have had fury and self-righteousness behind her, she was thin and malnourished like all inferiors were, and lacking the proper training besides. On the other paw, Adder had been trained since kithood for bloodshed, and now her mind was sharpened with a thousand battle moves and strategies, while her muscles were lean and powerful, as robust as a cat in her prime, every fibre of her being brimming with murderous intent. No mercy or compassion or weakness of lesser cats could be found in those pus-yellow eyes, the eyes of a killer of prodigious skill and no conscience.
((ooc: And I just ended my post with an HP quote))
As usual, the massacre was going quite well. The massive brown tabby tom nearly purred as the sickly but sweet scent of inferior blood hit his nostrils, and he caught the delightful sounds of inferiors screaming. But he did not turn back to look at whatever " game" Zan was playing with his newest victim (although Brutus sincerely hoped that Zan would not take so long in determining what his " best" form of torture was that his victim escaped him). For Brutus had the imperative job of ensuring that none escaped, that there were no survivors left to brag that they took chicken and escaped Seol's gang unscathed. That would never do.
And so as he spotted a small gray and white figure sneaking away from the pile of chicken as the fighting broke out, his lip curled and he opened his mouth, detecting the scent of fear coming off of the scrap like a beacon betraying her.
What a fool.
He quickly glanced around and scented the area to ensure that no other scum was trying to escape, and then fixed his senses on the pale-furred cat. With surprisingly quiet grace considering his massive size, Brutus stalked after the coward, paws touching wet pavement with barely a sound, body aligned in perfect balance. The Silent Death, for certain.
As he neared the pathetic fugitive (which wasn't difficult considering her slow pace) his eyes narrowed. Not only was this gutterkit a she-cat, but it seemed as if the rat had not learned from previous "lessons." The Inner Guard member quickly took in the she-cat's numerous fresh wounds as well as her ripped-off ears.
A pity. Ears were delightful to tear off, especially because they bled more than the rest of the body.
Now for alerting the gutterbrain to his presence.
As a seasoned veteran of such attacks, the massive tom wasted no time deliberating as Zan sometimes did, and instead dove in straight for the attack. Silent as his name, he lunged for the she-cat once she was only a tail-length away, jaws open, with the intent to clamp them down on her right foreleg and then lift her up and dangle her in the air, where she would be helpless to retaliate. Helpless to do naught but suffer.
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Delight lit in every sense like a drug as the red-brown she-cat felt her quarry hopelessly trapped beneath her, blood already dripping onto the pavement and staining the white fur from the impact of the landing. Although the pin was not enough to silence this rat's tongue. Normally such insults would have sliced into the gang cat's strong sense of pride, sending her into a fury, but she was too exhilarated by the thought of the upcoming massacre, of hearing her victim's screams and spilling their entrails like trash into the gutters. So instead of pure rage, Adder's face only held a condescending expression and a wild, savage joy as she looked at her soon-to-be victim's face, perhaps considering ripping out the she-cat's tongue, she hadn't tried that before, after all...
Yellow eyes met blue for a moment, twisted crimson fur upon pure white, attacker on victim. Each ignorant of the long terrible struggle that would soon be between them, that would seize and twist their destinies forever. Especially as one of the pair believed her moments were numbered.
But then an attacking yowl made Adder's ears prick and the spy spotted another inferior lunging for her, face twisted in an expression of fury as she announced her attack, giving the LaPerm enough time to plan a counterattack.
Bad move, gutterkit
Adder rolled with the attack, letting her greater size and weight play to her advantage as she bit near the mudblood's neck and tried to slam the inferior beneath her. Before the rat would have a chance of recovering and regaining whatever wits she had, the curly-furred cat twisted, trying to shove her enemy's face into the pavement, and then released her grip on her neck. With a sadistic cackle, she kicked the seal-point inferior away, trying to score deep rents in the gutterkit with her hind claws.
This was her chance to prove her cunning and wit, her sharp claws and tactics, her strength and ruthlessness, and in front of the great gang leader himself! And for such an inferior to attack a higher ranked member, said inferior must be an enemy of state, a danger, and therefore a prize to eliminate.There was no way this maggothead was going to get in the way of that!
And she simply wanted this-this unworthy- to writhe in pure agony for attempting to undermine her, for even thinking that Adder was an opponent that she had the slightest chance of defeating.
While Loish may have had fury and self-righteousness behind her, she was thin and malnourished like all inferiors were, and lacking the proper training besides. On the other paw, Adder had been trained since kithood for bloodshed, and now her mind was sharpened with a thousand battle moves and strategies, while her muscles were lean and powerful, as robust as a cat in her prime, every fibre of her being brimming with murderous intent. No mercy or compassion or weakness of lesser cats could be found in those pus-yellow eyes, the eyes of a killer of prodigious skill and no conscience.
((ooc: And I just ended my post with an HP quote))
Owly:
Loish knew she had no chance of winning a fight. It was obvious from the very start. With a growl, the she-cat felt her body collide with Adder's. She yelped as the gang cat bit her neck and squirmed, landing a few weak blows before landing on her back. She gasped as the air rushed from her longs and struggled to breathe. Her first breath was knocked away as Adder's clawed foot shoved her away. Every muscle in Loish's body screamed to move, but she was still choking on her empty lungs.
Finally gaining control of her breaths, the seal point stood, legs shaky. She gave a defiant hiss and glared at Adder, panting. Her eyes flicked breifly to Izumi before ratcheting back on her opponent. "RUN YOU STUPID KIT!" she yowled, claws extending. Her neck bled sluggishly, but it wasn't as bad as she first thought. Her ribs ached from the strike that Adder had doled out, a few scratches gracing her side. With another hiss, she swatted a clawed paw at Adder before moving out of range, circling the Gang cat. Charging again would just be stupid, so she aimed to give the white kit a chance to escape before getting her own tail out of there.
Finally gaining control of her breaths, the seal point stood, legs shaky. She gave a defiant hiss and glared at Adder, panting. Her eyes flicked breifly to Izumi before ratcheting back on her opponent. "RUN YOU STUPID KIT!" she yowled, claws extending. Her neck bled sluggishly, but it wasn't as bad as she first thought. Her ribs ached from the strike that Adder had doled out, a few scratches gracing her side. With another hiss, she swatted a clawed paw at Adder before moving out of range, circling the Gang cat. Charging again would just be stupid, so she aimed to give the white kit a chance to escape before getting her own tail out of there.
eschara:
The dark depths of the nearby alley was in the cross hairs of Csilla overlapping, dull, brown gaze. She forced herself to keep her measure gait and pressed herself even closer to the pavement of the road she was skittering across. The sight of the alley made her itch with the anticipation of finally getting there.
The mutilated she-cat was in the middle of one of her exaggerated strides with her hind legs outstretched behind her and her forelegs extended in front of her. She was completely unaware of the enemy that had been stalking her. Unaware, of course, until a pair of curved fangs hooked into her right appendage.
With no fat and only lean muscle to protect her leg, the razor sharp teeth sliced easily into her flesh. Straight to the bone. Unable to register what was happening after the sudden flash of pain, her head spun as she was turned upside down. Held hostage in the powerful jaws of Brutus.
Her heart thudding along in its uneven fashion, she writhed in his grip, screeching. Blood pulsed through her veins at a faster rate due to her spike in heart rate and welled around the gang cat's embedded teeth as she dangled in the air. After a few moments of her world being turned topsy-turvy she began to become oriented to her new altitude.
Thrashing more frantically now than before, she lashed out with her free left leg and tried to hit her captor in the face. Bending her spine back and forth she swung like a pendulum and tried to whack Brutus with her unsheathed claws before all the blood rushing to her head made her too dizzy.>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<
A muted colored calico dashed down the gutter of a building. Each white paw that thudded in the troughs caused a splash of rain water to kick up and soak the she-cat's shin. She took a corner at full speed, with her legs and tail swinging out behind her and off the edge of the roof. Her strong forelegs kept her on the edge despite the powerful of gravity that begged her to hit the ground. She barely missed a beat and continued on her way.
Her two pale-orange ears were angled forward in the direction she was headed and her powder blue gaze was trained ahead. Not that they had much of a choice. This was one of the reason the fighter preferred to travel by building. It was rare that anything would attack her sides from this high up. The only angles of attack up here were front and behind. Not that many cats dared to climb this high into the air. It was mostly used by Seol's spies and any innocents wanted to avoid the gang as much as possible.
As she reached the end of this house's roof, she extended her legs in a leap for the other side. Hitting the other side easily with all four legs firmly planted on the shingles she ran up the side of the roof to the crest. Where the four sides of the roof joined in a dull point, the calico finally paused.
With one deep breath she had calmed her breathing and instantly re-cooperated. Dipping her head slightly downward so that her frozen eyes were able to see the landscape below, she watched silently. Regarding the cats fighting over the spilled chicken down below with a mask over her features and tried to see if she recognized any of the inferiors as repeat offenders. If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered. None of the rebels struck her as familiar.
Taking a step forward onto the downward slope of the building's canopy, she padded down to the drain. Stepping off the edge of the roof nonchalantly as her lean form practically oozed down to the ground below. Bending her joints so the formed acute angles with her legs, she absorbed all of the impact as her paws landed ever-so-softly on the harsh pavement. Shaking out her pelt, she let her long strides carry her over to Seol.
"Jacquelle-Jafea clocking in, Sir." Jacq spoke quietly into his left ear with her eerie gaze staring into space. Her voice was light and weak from misuse. The few words were only spoken for the purpose of letting her leader know that she was present and ready for orders.
Sparrow:
"You are late."
Seol hissed menacingly, not bothering to look at Jacquelle as his gaze remained fixed upon two separate battles.
"Not only that. But you are distracting me from a rather entertaining show Jacquelle, I hope you realise that."
The pure white tom cat turned his head slightly, allowing the glint in his dark brown eyes to catch Jacquelle's view,
"I hate distractions."
He mewed, whipping around and aiming a clawed slash across his follower's face, drawing it out with a lavish flourish,
"Now go help Zan rub his brain cells together before I maim you both beyond recognition."
He hissed, ignoring everything now but Adder's battle with an inferior she-cat,
Adder was being circled by her quarry, but the look in Adder's eyes reflected Seol's own. Soon enough he would join in, he would stain the gutters red-
Let My followers have some fun first. Wouldn't want to seem seeeellllfish.
He giggled to himself under his breath.
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Frozen in horror, Loish's words jarred through the young she-cat like so many arrows, snapping her from her daze as she took in the bloodshed around her,
The crazy tom lay in a pool of his own blood writhing as one of Seol's thugs circled him, all around cats were being attacked, beaten, slashed in ribbons.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
The little white she-cat had never seen one of these massacres, they passed through word of mouth from the boasting of the murderers, the aftermath of stains, or the cries themselves, but hardly anyone survived when the Spotless Killings happened...
But she had the chance to run!
ESCAPE!
But Kiba...
The amiable oath was still stuck under chickens in the overturned van, chances are they would search the van sooner or later- she couldn't leave him to be discovered by these maniacs later on and murdered.
Nothing for it then... I can't leave, I can't just stand here.... I might as well fight.
She began to bristle at the thought, she'd been in quite a few city scraps, but never a real fight, she would have to choose her opponent wisely-
THERE!
What an idiot Seol was! He was bossing around a young tom hardly older than Izumi herself! AS A MINION!
Easy pickings. I might survive this yet!
The tom was being sent her way, so she made things easier for him, padding straight towards the cat with a little spring in her step, things were so much easier once they were decided. Definite. Now all she had to do was survive this by beating the gutterslime out of this tom.
She paused just out of leaping distance, thinking that she should- say something...? Looking at him closer she wondered if she was taking the wise route by taking him as her opponent, his golden fur hinted of muscles beneath it, his eyes of more experience than she. What was she
Ah Gutters, screw it.
"If I'm going to die here, so are you."
She hissed, hackles raising as she fought the urge to run, thinking of Kiba, alone in the lorry.
With that she darted at him, making the mistake of the first move but making it with the speed of elastic legs and youth, she aimed a slash at the golden tom's muzzle.
Seol hissed menacingly, not bothering to look at Jacquelle as his gaze remained fixed upon two separate battles.
"Not only that. But you are distracting me from a rather entertaining show Jacquelle, I hope you realise that."
The pure white tom cat turned his head slightly, allowing the glint in his dark brown eyes to catch Jacquelle's view,
"I hate distractions."
He mewed, whipping around and aiming a clawed slash across his follower's face, drawing it out with a lavish flourish,
"Now go help Zan rub his brain cells together before I maim you both beyond recognition."
He hissed, ignoring everything now but Adder's battle with an inferior she-cat,
Adder was being circled by her quarry, but the look in Adder's eyes reflected Seol's own. Soon enough he would join in, he would stain the gutters red-
Let My followers have some fun first. Wouldn't want to seem seeeellllfish.
He giggled to himself under his breath.
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Frozen in horror, Loish's words jarred through the young she-cat like so many arrows, snapping her from her daze as she took in the bloodshed around her,
The crazy tom lay in a pool of his own blood writhing as one of Seol's thugs circled him, all around cats were being attacked, beaten, slashed in ribbons.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
The little white she-cat had never seen one of these massacres, they passed through word of mouth from the boasting of the murderers, the aftermath of stains, or the cries themselves, but hardly anyone survived when the Spotless Killings happened...
But she had the chance to run!
ESCAPE!
But Kiba...
The amiable oath was still stuck under chickens in the overturned van, chances are they would search the van sooner or later- she couldn't leave him to be discovered by these maniacs later on and murdered.
Nothing for it then... I can't leave, I can't just stand here.... I might as well fight.
She began to bristle at the thought, she'd been in quite a few city scraps, but never a real fight, she would have to choose her opponent wisely-
THERE!
What an idiot Seol was! He was bossing around a young tom hardly older than Izumi herself! AS A MINION!
Easy pickings. I might survive this yet!
The tom was being sent her way, so she made things easier for him, padding straight towards the cat with a little spring in her step, things were so much easier once they were decided. Definite. Now all she had to do was survive this by beating the gutterslime out of this tom.
She paused just out of leaping distance, thinking that she should- say something...? Looking at him closer she wondered if she was taking the wise route by taking him as her opponent, his golden fur hinted of muscles beneath it, his eyes of more experience than she. What was she
Ah Gutters, screw it.
"If I'm going to die here, so are you."
She hissed, hackles raising as she fought the urge to run, thinking of Kiba, alone in the lorry.
With that she darted at him, making the mistake of the first move but making it with the speed of elastic legs and youth, she aimed a slash at the golden tom's muzzle.
eschara:
The simple arc that her head swung in as she hopped down from the building took in everything. A little trick she had taught herself after she had lost the movement of her eyes. The key was to focus on looking out of your peripherals. That way you spend longer focusing on what was passing than focusing on the one thing that happened to be in front of your face. It was then that she noticed Seol's focus on the gutter-kit Adder was doing a knock-off job of containing. Hmmm. She eyed the white kit, that barely looked old enough to be away from her mother, fighting for her life. Interesting. Often, in her old home, toms would stake their claims on just born she-kits. A bit of a gamble considering one could never predict how pretty the little ones would be when they grew older. Usually if they weren't satisfied with the older versions of their little mates, they had them executed without a second thought. Perhaps the same custom was being enforced here.
As she watched with her lifeless eyes she listened to Seol's scolding with her ears swiveled in his direction. It wasn't until he paused and she heard the familiar whistle of air that she turned to face him. Seol's claws hooked into the thin flesh of her face as she turned her head. Catching a flap of the skin above her eyebrow, he ripped his talon diagonally across her face and across the bridge of her nose. Jacquelle didn't flinch. Instead she stared blankly at Seol as he took out his fury on her pretty face. Well, at least it would make her look tough. Scare away some cats. When her commander had finished his tantrum, she nodding curtly.
The sharp movement caused droplets of blood to fall to the ground. A small current was flowing down into the crook of her nose and down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. The pale calico fur of her neck was stained pink as the maroon liquid made its way to the ground, pulled by the force of gravity. She smiled as Seol's claws returned to the earth, each hooked tip delightfully bloody with each hooked tip sporting a bit of flesh and fur. The smile was a subtle one, barely perceptible by anyone besides those that knew her best. Ja-J wasn't smiling to be spiteful, she enjoyed the sight of battle as much as anyone in the gang. Even if the delight came from her own blood, flesh and fur.
Moving forward, her muted colors and light steps made her look even more ghost-like. She came up on Zan's right side, the side to which the tom's head was tilted. Drawing her white tipped tail, reverse over his fur she tried to catch Zan's attention without a word. Sliding by him, she fixated her powder blue gaze on the disgusting creature he had pinned beneath him. He'd already had his eye torn out and his claws disconnected. All the fun parts. Her posture sagged slightly to show her disappointment, not a flicker of it passing across her face.
Unsheathing her claws, she pressed the strongest talon up against one of James' paw pads. One of the ones whose claws had not been wrenched out yet. Applying pressure to the worn flesh, she started to ease her claw into the cat's paw. Going slowly, to allow ample time for the tom to wail to his heart's desire.
Running:
((ooc: Seol has risen to one of the most epic sb villains of all time))
Marc’s lip nearly curled in distaste as he took in his surroundings, although not because of the blood and screeches of death. Antonius was well-educated in the arts and the glory of war, as young as he was-no, it was the familiarity of the surroundings. Sector 19, or so Seol named it, once lay within a different cat’s lands. To be sure, the area was still on the outskirts of what had once been Caesar’s powerful domain, but that still made it territory that was rightfully Caesar’s.
Knowing this, and knowing that Seol must have brought him here for his first time far away from his imprisonment for that reason, Antony carefully arranged his expression, perhaps allowing for one moment of shock as he recognized his surroundings, but then his expression settled back into its normal careless mask. His eyes only showed the worried excitement of a novice as they took in every detail of the conflict: that hulking brute hunting after some scrap of fur, the apparently insane tom being mauled by he-who-cannot-make-up-his-mind, and that russet-furred informant snuck off somewhere…and now she was back...
Antony turned to watch the two she-cats tumble out of the van, the spy pinning a smaller she-cat to the ground. As the small white she-cat shrieked some flea-brained insult, he glanced at Seol, wondering how the proud leader would respond to the insult, even if it was not directed to him per se-
It was only for a second, but Antony caught the wild desire that lit up in the pale leader’s eyes, the hesitation and tension in him, as if he was about to step forward to intervene. The sudden indecision and the shift in his commands, from wanting slaughter to wanting…
All too simple...
Golden eyes glimmered at the sight. A burning feeling spread through the young tom’s chest as he nearly trembled. His heart raced as he scrambled to recover the mask he almost let slip, the burning sensation spreading to his paws, to every fiber of his being. Yet he could not censure himself, could this even be true, the elated sensation, the numbness-
Claws sunk into the young golden tom’s shoulder and he was dragged across the grimy pavement, but Antony did not resist. Nor did he even feel the pain or the normal disgust that would rise in his stomach at being at such close quarters to the filthy rat who slaughtered Julius. What were a few pinpricks in his shoulder to the power that now rushed through the tom like a drug at the information only reinforced by Seol’s next words?
"Now THERE, kit, is a pretty she-cat. I don't want her getting away. But don't hit her face or mar her too badly, I think I'll keep her."
The gang leader’s voice lacked the wild quality that Antony glimpsed before as the leader shove Antony toward the she-bobtail, yet Antony knew better. This was not any ordinary addition to a leader’s harem. Nor was it what one would call a traditional sort of love. But this wild, possessive desire could still be cultivated and manipulated, torn apart until it became a festering wound, an itch in Seol’s side that would weaken him for his downfall.
"If she escapes I'll kill you myself gutterswine."
If Antonius hadn’t been trained in concealing his emotions he would have cackled loud enough to raise the dead.
How Seol let everything fall into his paws! From his time as prisoner he had seen enough of Seol’s pride in his power, in his impeccable appearance. Yet there were no cracks to exploit such hubris, for Seol’s power over the city was nigh absolute, with every cat kowtowing around him lest they be slaughtered. Any irritation of the leader was automatically fulfilled through some act of violence or destruction. But through this she-cat, this new pawn in his game, if he proceeded carefully…
"If I'm going to die here, so are you."
Snapping himself back to reality lest the she-bobtail escape, he stepped forward and grinned as he saw the white bobtail glaring daggers at him before darting forth, making the first move.
Certainly she has courage, the foolish kind,, he thought, taking in the skinny bobtail’s frame, from her brown and black splotched head to the odd tuft of fur in place of a proper tail. From the way he sprung at him, there was some wiry agility in her step, yet how would she deal with pure strength? How far could this defiant spirit of hers carry her? And some sort of good looks, apparently.
Antonius felt his muscles tense as she neared, the familiar thrill of action racing through him. The tom was young, and his fur was grimy, with several slashes slicing across the golden tufts from his latest beatings as a prisoner of the new regime. Yet he was naturally lean and athletic, and beneath his bruised figure was hardened muscle, marks of a veteran of harsh and rigorous training from a young age. He would put on a good show for Seol, and keep this bobtail in line, yes. For if anything, Marcus Antonius was an actor.
“Oi!”
Ducking away from her slash at the last instant, the tom reared up.
“You didn’t even introduce yourself!”
A cheeky grin on his face that belied his dark thoughts, Antony aimed a blow at her head with claws sheathed. Expecting the she-cat to duck under the blow, he pushed off from the ground with his hind legs, aiming to land on the she-cat’s back and squash the air out of her.
Time for some tests of my own…
Marc’s lip nearly curled in distaste as he took in his surroundings, although not because of the blood and screeches of death. Antonius was well-educated in the arts and the glory of war, as young as he was-no, it was the familiarity of the surroundings. Sector 19, or so Seol named it, once lay within a different cat’s lands. To be sure, the area was still on the outskirts of what had once been Caesar’s powerful domain, but that still made it territory that was rightfully Caesar’s.
Knowing this, and knowing that Seol must have brought him here for his first time far away from his imprisonment for that reason, Antony carefully arranged his expression, perhaps allowing for one moment of shock as he recognized his surroundings, but then his expression settled back into its normal careless mask. His eyes only showed the worried excitement of a novice as they took in every detail of the conflict: that hulking brute hunting after some scrap of fur, the apparently insane tom being mauled by he-who-cannot-make-up-his-mind, and that russet-furred informant snuck off somewhere…and now she was back...
Antony turned to watch the two she-cats tumble out of the van, the spy pinning a smaller she-cat to the ground. As the small white she-cat shrieked some flea-brained insult, he glanced at Seol, wondering how the proud leader would respond to the insult, even if it was not directed to him per se-
It was only for a second, but Antony caught the wild desire that lit up in the pale leader’s eyes, the hesitation and tension in him, as if he was about to step forward to intervene. The sudden indecision and the shift in his commands, from wanting slaughter to wanting…
All too simple...
Golden eyes glimmered at the sight. A burning feeling spread through the young tom’s chest as he nearly trembled. His heart raced as he scrambled to recover the mask he almost let slip, the burning sensation spreading to his paws, to every fiber of his being. Yet he could not censure himself, could this even be true, the elated sensation, the numbness-
Claws sunk into the young golden tom’s shoulder and he was dragged across the grimy pavement, but Antony did not resist. Nor did he even feel the pain or the normal disgust that would rise in his stomach at being at such close quarters to the filthy rat who slaughtered Julius. What were a few pinpricks in his shoulder to the power that now rushed through the tom like a drug at the information only reinforced by Seol’s next words?
"Now THERE, kit, is a pretty she-cat. I don't want her getting away. But don't hit her face or mar her too badly, I think I'll keep her."
The gang leader’s voice lacked the wild quality that Antony glimpsed before as the leader shove Antony toward the she-bobtail, yet Antony knew better. This was not any ordinary addition to a leader’s harem. Nor was it what one would call a traditional sort of love. But this wild, possessive desire could still be cultivated and manipulated, torn apart until it became a festering wound, an itch in Seol’s side that would weaken him for his downfall.
"If she escapes I'll kill you myself gutterswine."
If Antonius hadn’t been trained in concealing his emotions he would have cackled loud enough to raise the dead.
How Seol let everything fall into his paws! From his time as prisoner he had seen enough of Seol’s pride in his power, in his impeccable appearance. Yet there were no cracks to exploit such hubris, for Seol’s power over the city was nigh absolute, with every cat kowtowing around him lest they be slaughtered. Any irritation of the leader was automatically fulfilled through some act of violence or destruction. But through this she-cat, this new pawn in his game, if he proceeded carefully…
"If I'm going to die here, so are you."
Snapping himself back to reality lest the she-bobtail escape, he stepped forward and grinned as he saw the white bobtail glaring daggers at him before darting forth, making the first move.
Certainly she has courage, the foolish kind,, he thought, taking in the skinny bobtail’s frame, from her brown and black splotched head to the odd tuft of fur in place of a proper tail. From the way he sprung at him, there was some wiry agility in her step, yet how would she deal with pure strength? How far could this defiant spirit of hers carry her? And some sort of good looks, apparently.
Antonius felt his muscles tense as she neared, the familiar thrill of action racing through him. The tom was young, and his fur was grimy, with several slashes slicing across the golden tufts from his latest beatings as a prisoner of the new regime. Yet he was naturally lean and athletic, and beneath his bruised figure was hardened muscle, marks of a veteran of harsh and rigorous training from a young age. He would put on a good show for Seol, and keep this bobtail in line, yes. For if anything, Marcus Antonius was an actor.
“Oi!”
Ducking away from her slash at the last instant, the tom reared up.
“You didn’t even introduce yourself!”
A cheeky grin on his face that belied his dark thoughts, Antony aimed a blow at her head with claws sheathed. Expecting the she-cat to duck under the blow, he pushed off from the ground with his hind legs, aiming to land on the she-cat’s back and squash the air out of her.
Time for some tests of my own…
Sparrow:
((Giggles incoherently))
Izumi hissed in annoyance as the smug tom dodged her easily, even making a snide comment as he did so. There was simply nothing more annoying than to have one's claws slice air when you were aiming for face.
"That'd be pointless. My name'll be no use to you when you're-"
She snarled in response, stopping as she saw his grin and narrowing her bright blue eyes.
Bloody cur. This is just a game for him!
But there was something slightly different about the golden tom, different from normal thugs anyway. He was enjoying himself sure, but not in the manner of bloodlust. His actions were playful- in a violent way- if that was even possible-
You're being an idiot. pay attention.
Sheathed paws rammed down on the little white she-cat's head, bringing her back to the present. Overthinking about her enemy's "soul" would just get her killed- or beaten as it seemed, the lack of claws enraged Izumi more than the violence of their presence would have had.
"YOU GUTTERKIT! DON'T TOY WITH ME!"
She hissed through her teeth as they were forced together from the blow, snapping her jaw shut. She hated not being taken seriously, and despite the lack of painful death she felt cheated and put down. This tom didn't even think her worth fighting properly!
The little she-cat bowed her head under the pressure so her neck wouldn't take the strain, but, forever the type to try strange moves, did a forward roll with the power of the hit, escaping the attempt to wind her by moving forward of the tom's landing spot, though she wasn't aware of it at the time and realised her escape only by the sound of the tom's landing just behind her.
Taking advantage of the split second where the tom might be off balance, Izumi lashed out with her hind legs at him, claws out, hoping to hit him hard to take revenge for her reeling, pounding head.
Izumi hissed in annoyance as the smug tom dodged her easily, even making a snide comment as he did so. There was simply nothing more annoying than to have one's claws slice air when you were aiming for face.
"That'd be pointless. My name'll be no use to you when you're-"
She snarled in response, stopping as she saw his grin and narrowing her bright blue eyes.
Bloody cur. This is just a game for him!
But there was something slightly different about the golden tom, different from normal thugs anyway. He was enjoying himself sure, but not in the manner of bloodlust. His actions were playful- in a violent way- if that was even possible-
You're being an idiot. pay attention.
Sheathed paws rammed down on the little white she-cat's head, bringing her back to the present. Overthinking about her enemy's "soul" would just get her killed- or beaten as it seemed, the lack of claws enraged Izumi more than the violence of their presence would have had.
"YOU GUTTERKIT! DON'T TOY WITH ME!"
She hissed through her teeth as they were forced together from the blow, snapping her jaw shut. She hated not being taken seriously, and despite the lack of painful death she felt cheated and put down. This tom didn't even think her worth fighting properly!
The little she-cat bowed her head under the pressure so her neck wouldn't take the strain, but, forever the type to try strange moves, did a forward roll with the power of the hit, escaping the attempt to wind her by moving forward of the tom's landing spot, though she wasn't aware of it at the time and realised her escape only by the sound of the tom's landing just behind her.
Taking advantage of the split second where the tom might be off balance, Izumi lashed out with her hind legs at him, claws out, hoping to hit him hard to take revenge for her reeling, pounding head.
Running:
Ragged tail between his legs, James Oliver took a step back, seeing that the monster in front of him was none other than Seol, the ruthless and indomiable lord of this domain. A single glance from the pale eyes of the cruel leader drove DAGGERS into his head, the spotless killer's mystical WIRES tying the grimy tom up, holding him in place as he shook with TERROR.
“Y-y-y-yah lawk he-ah d-d-d-de-rulah o’ da la-ZAHS, a-a-a-ah dawn-”
Whatever he managed to stammer was cut short as one of the massive brown tabbies from before collided into him, effectively pinning him to the ground. Before James Oliver could even marshall his thoughts to think of a counterattack, enormous claws drove into his flesh, making him scream. His eyes widened further in fear as the face of his attacker loomed a whisker away from his with massive shark-fangs bared.
As Zan dealt his threats the gray brown tom tried to back away, heart pounding and fur on end, the adrenaline from utter terror and fear of death the only thing keeping him from going into shock.
But escape was fruitless. Even as he struggled, the claws holding him down only seemed to strengthen their grip, probably piercing through his body and sinking into the ground like roots. Furtively he glanced to the right, and to the left, but all around him were other cats being hunted down and torn apart by Seol's demons, their entrails and lifeblood littering the rubbish-strewn alley. This was no regular beating; this was slaughter.
And it was in this sudden realization that the end was near that James Oliver felt claws tearing into his face.
A wild scream escaped from his jaws as the claws dug deeper. Immobilized by the pain, James Oliver could only gasp in horror as the talons dug deep around his eye, filling it's vision with red.
And then black.
The talons drew out, and with his remaining eye the grimy tom could see discern through the curtain of blood spilling down his face a circular object impaled on the claw.
He paused for a moment in puzzlement, unable to believe what he was seeing, and then the pain resurged in full force in his pawpad.
"AAEERRAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A veteran of a hundred petty squabbles, James Oliver was no stranger to violence or pain, as proven by his scarred and beaten frame. But he had never experienced such agony as this before. Bruises and gashes, concussions and bites, being crushed, thrown, slammed, ripped-all were within his experience. Such pain was the aching sort, sharp for a time, yet it would numb and pass.
The pain from these wounds was different: not only sharp, but lasting and growing in intensity, fixed over a small portion of his body but sending shocks like wildfire throughout hid nervous system that fixated his entire consciousness on the excruciating torture. He was on fire, he was electrocuted, he was burned by acid, torn up and crushed by this pain. And yet still he lived, most of his pelt unharmed except for the select and few gashes from which blood spewed. Abysses of pain.
Barely aware of Zan’s pause, for the pain seemed to take up his entire consciousness, the tom vainly tried to marshal his thoughts together. SURELY there had to be A WAY out of this torment, some TELEPORTER of SALVATION...or...or not. James Oliver was born and raised in the city, and even insane cats knew that when the gangs wanted you dead, there was no hope. And still a small part of him struggled to resist.
Dawn’t screan no mawh, dawn opeh ya maw o’ dell suck ou ya sawl…he told himself before his moments respite was broken as another pair of claws sunk into one of his his undamaged paws, tearing it apart like the last one, as if he was a piece of prey to be ripped apart alive, morsel by morsel.
Blood gushed from his mouth as well as from his eye as he bit into his gums in a vain effort to prevent them from gaping open in a scream. The vision in his remaining eye blurred as not enough oxygen could get to his head, a thousand voices seemed to be screaming, too. It was a cruel way to die.
Yet out of the corner of his remaining eye he glimpsed a glowing form.
Hawly barbechew swace an' hawt dawgs an freetwoes
The faint struggles of the grimy tom ceased for a moment as he went entirely limp. A surge of energy pulsed through him and he turned his head and bit the foreleg whose claws were currently ripping into his paw. The paw held beneath the she-spy’s claw was ripped open as he jerked away, with blood spurting from long gashes from the other claws of his attackers.
Half-scrambling and half-stumbling, James Oliver crawled away from his attackers with surprising speed for one half-blind, leaving a trail of blod behind him. Yet there wasn’t far to stumble, for there was the glowing white figure before him, spruce of all his hopes and dreams!
Without hesitation the tom darted forward and tried to wrap his forepaws around the left foreleg of the figure. Barely breathing, and body wracked by agony James Oliver nevertheless gave a crooked smile as he looked up, not really seeing who he actually was touching.
“SANTWA!” spurted James Oliver, the collected blood and bile from where he bit himself flying in an arc right toward Seol’s face.
And then he promptly vomited onto the leader’s paws and collapsed, although his forepaws still clung to Seol’s leg in a pathetic gesture.
“Y-y-y-yah lawk he-ah d-d-d-de-rulah o’ da la-ZAHS, a-a-a-ah dawn-”
Whatever he managed to stammer was cut short as one of the massive brown tabbies from before collided into him, effectively pinning him to the ground. Before James Oliver could even marshall his thoughts to think of a counterattack, enormous claws drove into his flesh, making him scream. His eyes widened further in fear as the face of his attacker loomed a whisker away from his with massive shark-fangs bared.
As Zan dealt his threats the gray brown tom tried to back away, heart pounding and fur on end, the adrenaline from utter terror and fear of death the only thing keeping him from going into shock.
But escape was fruitless. Even as he struggled, the claws holding him down only seemed to strengthen their grip, probably piercing through his body and sinking into the ground like roots. Furtively he glanced to the right, and to the left, but all around him were other cats being hunted down and torn apart by Seol's demons, their entrails and lifeblood littering the rubbish-strewn alley. This was no regular beating; this was slaughter.
And it was in this sudden realization that the end was near that James Oliver felt claws tearing into his face.
A wild scream escaped from his jaws as the claws dug deeper. Immobilized by the pain, James Oliver could only gasp in horror as the talons dug deep around his eye, filling it's vision with red.
And then black.
The talons drew out, and with his remaining eye the grimy tom could see discern through the curtain of blood spilling down his face a circular object impaled on the claw.
He paused for a moment in puzzlement, unable to believe what he was seeing, and then the pain resurged in full force in his pawpad.
"AAEERRAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A veteran of a hundred petty squabbles, James Oliver was no stranger to violence or pain, as proven by his scarred and beaten frame. But he had never experienced such agony as this before. Bruises and gashes, concussions and bites, being crushed, thrown, slammed, ripped-all were within his experience. Such pain was the aching sort, sharp for a time, yet it would numb and pass.
The pain from these wounds was different: not only sharp, but lasting and growing in intensity, fixed over a small portion of his body but sending shocks like wildfire throughout hid nervous system that fixated his entire consciousness on the excruciating torture. He was on fire, he was electrocuted, he was burned by acid, torn up and crushed by this pain. And yet still he lived, most of his pelt unharmed except for the select and few gashes from which blood spewed. Abysses of pain.
Barely aware of Zan’s pause, for the pain seemed to take up his entire consciousness, the tom vainly tried to marshal his thoughts together. SURELY there had to be A WAY out of this torment, some TELEPORTER of SALVATION...or...or not. James Oliver was born and raised in the city, and even insane cats knew that when the gangs wanted you dead, there was no hope. And still a small part of him struggled to resist.
Dawn’t screan no mawh, dawn opeh ya maw o’ dell suck ou ya sawl…he told himself before his moments respite was broken as another pair of claws sunk into one of his his undamaged paws, tearing it apart like the last one, as if he was a piece of prey to be ripped apart alive, morsel by morsel.
Blood gushed from his mouth as well as from his eye as he bit into his gums in a vain effort to prevent them from gaping open in a scream. The vision in his remaining eye blurred as not enough oxygen could get to his head, a thousand voices seemed to be screaming, too. It was a cruel way to die.
Yet out of the corner of his remaining eye he glimpsed a glowing form.
Hawly barbechew swace an' hawt dawgs an freetwoes
The faint struggles of the grimy tom ceased for a moment as he went entirely limp. A surge of energy pulsed through him and he turned his head and bit the foreleg whose claws were currently ripping into his paw. The paw held beneath the she-spy’s claw was ripped open as he jerked away, with blood spurting from long gashes from the other claws of his attackers.
Half-scrambling and half-stumbling, James Oliver crawled away from his attackers with surprising speed for one half-blind, leaving a trail of blod behind him. Yet there wasn’t far to stumble, for there was the glowing white figure before him, spruce of all his hopes and dreams!
Without hesitation the tom darted forward and tried to wrap his forepaws around the left foreleg of the figure. Barely breathing, and body wracked by agony James Oliver nevertheless gave a crooked smile as he looked up, not really seeing who he actually was touching.
“SANTWA!” spurted James Oliver, the collected blood and bile from where he bit himself flying in an arc right toward Seol’s face.
And then he promptly vomited onto the leader’s paws and collapsed, although his forepaws still clung to Seol’s leg in a pathetic gesture.
Sparrow:
((James: Santa?
Seol: No my dear, you're quite confused.))
No sooner, it seemed to the immaculate white tom cat, had he begun to watch the rather entertaining show that was Loish's slow and painful murder when a sound that Seol hoped he would never heard again in his entire life snapped through to him through the fog of screams and yowls.
A half-strangled noise alerted him to the fact that a nearly dead creature he would not accept was actually a cat thought that he was a fat jolly festival figure, but that was not nearly as bad as what came just before that.
The thing was touching him.
Touching.
Him.
Seol felt sick to his very stomach, yanking his paws away from the thing's weak grip too late as vomit splattered onto his nose and all over his bright white- now not so- paws.
The tom let out a speechless roar, disgusted and infuriated beyond anything Izumi had seen in a gang cat, making her briefly flatten herself against the ground in shock as her attention completely swapped from Marc to Seol, horror in her eyes.
In the truck Kiba froze, his battle with a frozen chicken now his attempts to hide beneath it.
Seol could not bare to touch the mess of vomit and blood before him, yet it had touched him, defiled him with its contact. Now his fur was tainted. He was tainted. There was nothing that could be done now. He might as well shrug aside his title just this once. The Spotless Killer, he sent a blow across James' face as fast as lightning to knock him onto his back, then with the practised precision of a butcher he aimed a clawed paw at the tom's exposed belly to rip it open, spilling blood and the beginnings of entrails onto the cobblestones to mingle with the vomit and coat Seol's ivory paws with a violent scarlet.
No sooner had he done so he leaped at Zan and Jaquelle, aiming to bowl the latter over into James' blood and sick while rounding on the former.
"ARE YOU SO MINDLESS THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN KILL THAT!?!?"
The tom snarled, barely able to form to words as he slashed at Zan's face in fury, not pausing in his attack for a second as he aimed for every bit of exposed flesh on Zan's body. The tom attempted to clamp his jaws down on one of Zan's ears, aiming to rip it to shreds as he gripped Zan's side with his claws to try and drag the tom over into the muck that was pooling on the floor.
"DO YOU SEE THIS!?"
He snarled, holding a vomit and blood-stained paw in front of the other tom's face,
"DO YOU SEE THIS!?"
He aimed yet another blow at Zan, drawing it out as he attempted to run his claws all the way down his face in a jagged gash.
"MY FUR WAS IMMACULATE!!!!
WAS!!!"
Then he was wordless once more, mauling Zan and biting him everywhere he could reach, the taste of his own follower's blood just driving him on even more, he had to cause him PAIN! So much PAIN! So that he understood the pain Seol was going through, so he understood what is meant to have VOMIT on his paws!
With a final blow to the tom's head, Seol stepped away from him and sat down with a sudden air of calm, glancing at Zan as if bored all of a sudden.
"If you don't kill it now Zan I will make sure you don't die for a good moon."
He meowed calmly, eyeing the tom in a way that suggested that Zan would certainly not want to live that long.
"Its guts are on the pavement Zan. Surely even you can handle it?"
He hissed.
He couldn't bare to touch James, and he tried not to think of when he would have to clean his coat...
I'll have that gutterkit Marcus lick it off, then dunk my paws in a clean-er gutter, then clean myself for three years-
He sighed at the prospect.
Seol: No my dear, you're quite confused.))
No sooner, it seemed to the immaculate white tom cat, had he begun to watch the rather entertaining show that was Loish's slow and painful murder when a sound that Seol hoped he would never heard again in his entire life snapped through to him through the fog of screams and yowls.
A half-strangled noise alerted him to the fact that a nearly dead creature he would not accept was actually a cat thought that he was a fat jolly festival figure, but that was not nearly as bad as what came just before that.
The thing was touching him.
Touching.
Him.
Seol felt sick to his very stomach, yanking his paws away from the thing's weak grip too late as vomit splattered onto his nose and all over his bright white- now not so- paws.
The tom let out a speechless roar, disgusted and infuriated beyond anything Izumi had seen in a gang cat, making her briefly flatten herself against the ground in shock as her attention completely swapped from Marc to Seol, horror in her eyes.
In the truck Kiba froze, his battle with a frozen chicken now his attempts to hide beneath it.
Seol could not bare to touch the mess of vomit and blood before him, yet it had touched him, defiled him with its contact. Now his fur was tainted. He was tainted. There was nothing that could be done now. He might as well shrug aside his title just this once. The Spotless Killer, he sent a blow across James' face as fast as lightning to knock him onto his back, then with the practised precision of a butcher he aimed a clawed paw at the tom's exposed belly to rip it open, spilling blood and the beginnings of entrails onto the cobblestones to mingle with the vomit and coat Seol's ivory paws with a violent scarlet.
No sooner had he done so he leaped at Zan and Jaquelle, aiming to bowl the latter over into James' blood and sick while rounding on the former.
"ARE YOU SO MINDLESS THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN KILL THAT!?!?"
The tom snarled, barely able to form to words as he slashed at Zan's face in fury, not pausing in his attack for a second as he aimed for every bit of exposed flesh on Zan's body. The tom attempted to clamp his jaws down on one of Zan's ears, aiming to rip it to shreds as he gripped Zan's side with his claws to try and drag the tom over into the muck that was pooling on the floor.
"DO YOU SEE THIS!?"
He snarled, holding a vomit and blood-stained paw in front of the other tom's face,
"DO YOU SEE THIS!?"
He aimed yet another blow at Zan, drawing it out as he attempted to run his claws all the way down his face in a jagged gash.
"MY FUR WAS IMMACULATE!!!!
WAS!!!"
Then he was wordless once more, mauling Zan and biting him everywhere he could reach, the taste of his own follower's blood just driving him on even more, he had to cause him PAIN! So much PAIN! So that he understood the pain Seol was going through, so he understood what is meant to have VOMIT on his paws!
With a final blow to the tom's head, Seol stepped away from him and sat down with a sudden air of calm, glancing at Zan as if bored all of a sudden.
"If you don't kill it now Zan I will make sure you don't die for a good moon."
He meowed calmly, eyeing the tom in a way that suggested that Zan would certainly not want to live that long.
"Its guts are on the pavement Zan. Surely even you can handle it?"
He hissed.
He couldn't bare to touch James, and he tried not to think of when he would have to clean his coat...
I'll have that gutterkit Marcus lick it off, then dunk my paws in a clean-er gutter, then clean myself for three years-
He sighed at the prospect.
Running:
((ooc: Seol, cats are dying here, and all you care about is vomit on your paws? Oh wait, yeah, you're the one killing them.))
A cruel grin spread across Brutus's face as he felt the leg muscles of the inferior tense as he clamped down on her leg. Her pathetic screeches as she struggled in his grasp were music to the massive tom's ears, the aura of fear scent billowing off such a small creature intoxicating.
Look at how she tries to get at me, flailing her paws around in the air like that-ARGH!
To his surprise, Csilla's claws connected with his face on one of her swings, scoring a few small scratches in his face. For a moment the tom froze in shock, feeling a tiny stream of blood trickle down his face. The scratches were small, yet they stung!
He shook his head, trying to make the stinging stop. The little rat's claws were tiny, mere pinpricks, really, to his bulk. He withstood far worse than such minuscule scratches. Letting out a hiss, Brutus retaliated by biting down harder on the leg, hoping to hear a crack. Pushing off from the ground, he leapt forward, still with his quarry in his jaws.
Let's see how you like this, gutterkit!
With a twist of his massive body, he swung the frail she-kit into an old lamp-post, and then a brick wall, aiming to cause pain, although preferably not break her neck, for that would end the fun-
A terrible roar of fury and disgust made his fur rise on end. The tom's eyes widened in shock and he froze, recognizing the voice but not being able to comprehend wherefore Seol would make such a cry. Brutus swerved around and darted back toward the fallen pile of chicken, Csilla still held in his jaws by the leg.
And she was still in his jaws when he skidded to a halt at the sight of the scene at the center of the bloodshed. For a moment his eyes darted over to Adder, who was looking quite attractive as she swerved around that loudmouthed inferior and proceeded to rip her apart-and then he spotted his lord in a towering rage as he tore apart-Zan? Brutus's heart started pounding as he saw that the normally immaculate white fur of Seol of Spotless Deaths was tainted with blood and vomit. His eyes flicked to the pile of blood and vomit around the inferior that Zan was supposed to subdue, and Brutus quickly put two and two together. Had Seol not ordered Zan to attack the inferior, Brutus would have torn the drainswine apart himself! How DARE the brute defile his lord!
Although the sight of Seol taking his anger out on Zan was quite pleasant. Brutus never really liked the other brown-furred member of the inner circle.
But first his lord needed to be cleaned!
Brutus turned his head around, searching for some water he could bring to Lord Seol, but then realized he still was holding the inferior's leg in his jaws! Of course, he could always give the gutterkit to another cat and get the water, but that would take away all the fun!
Spotting the pale calico fur of the fighter, Jacquelle, who must have arrived in the interim, he strode over to the she-cat, wrinkling his nose as he tried to avoid stepping in the pool of blood and vomit around that filthy barely-alive inferior. Jacquelle may have been a fairly high-ranking member of Seol’s gang, but she would know better than to argue with a member of the Inner Circle.
"You! Wash yourself in the gutter and fetch Lord Seol some cleaner water!" he commanded out of the corner of his mouth, his grip on Csilla loosening a little as he did so. Expression stern, Brutus gestured with his tail toward the end of the alley, where there had to be some source of water. And if she couldn’t find water it would be she who took the blame.
~~~
The gray-brown tom let out an unearthly cry of agony as a powerful blow came out of nowhere, sharp claws slicing into his face and throwing him backwards. Before he could react to protect his vulnerable underbelly, James Oliver felt talons slice deep, deep into his guts, tearing it apart.
A wordless scream escaped his mouth, all thought, all restraint gone now, and only the terrible pain surging throughout the wracked figure. Blood poured from him in earnest, and he collapsed in a pool of his own entrails and all the darkness and disgust of the world.
And so the city's lunatic James Oliver lay, on a thread between life and death. The latter of which would be a welcome relief.
~~~
Adder sighed as Loish glared defiantly at her, vainly attempting to put on a show of bravado. A poor attempt. The La Perm could hear the gasping breaths of her opponent beneath her bold words. Blood already trickled out of the gashes the spy inflicted on the inferior, whose thin frame was already showing signs of exhaustion. Admittedly, Adder bore some scratches herself, but the slight pain only invigorated her, sharpening her senses and her desire to rip the gutterkit apart. Unless one was as powerful as Seol, who was impeccable no matter how much blood he spilt, only cowards escaped fights without a scratch.
"What a fool."
A sinister grin spread across her face as Adder began to circle the seal point in turn, moving closer and closer to the inferior with each step. The wild light in her eyes at the thought of bloodshed only seemed to grow brighter, her bottlebrush tail lashing rhythmically back and forth like a coiling serpent.
Fur rose on end at the wordless cry that jarred her ears, a sound of fury and rage that she would never have wanted to hear; cold spread in the pit of Adder’s stomach at the mere thought of what could have made her lord so livid. Swiveling her ears back for a moment, she could hear him screaming obscenities and something about his fur at Zan and Jacquelle…at least it wasn’t directed at her, for now. Seol was a ruthless and powerful fighter, and when he was in a foul mood, it was never pretty for anyone who bothered him in the least.
Yet Adder resisted the urge to look back, knowing that it Seol wanted her to come he would have ordered her to, knowing that a moment’s hesitation might allow the inferior to gain the upper paw, and Seol would only be more enraged if this enemy of the state escaped! Her duty was still to provide entertainment for Seol.
And she would provide that in earnest!
Moving closer to Loish as the two she-cats circled one another, looking for an opening, the curly-furred cat smirked.
"Your sacrifice will do nothing, don't you see?" she purred dangerously, a bubble of laughter rising in her throat. “No one escapes the Spotless Killings, not even you, you-”
Without warning the curly-furred she-cat switched in mid-sentence from monologue to attack, lunging forward and kicking dirt into the eyes of the gutterkit. Moving quickly, she spun around on her forepaws and tried to lash out at Loish’s face with a powerful kick of her hind legs. Upon the legs returning to the ground Adder sprung into the air, aiming to land on Loish’s back and crush the air out of her, or at the very least land a few deep slashes upon her foe as she landed.
Adder had to win this, for Seol in a foul mood was a frightening thing to behold indeed, and such a failure if Seol was already enraged would mean her pelt. On the other hand…if Seol found his other lackeys incompetent, if she won…
A cruel grin spread across Brutus's face as he felt the leg muscles of the inferior tense as he clamped down on her leg. Her pathetic screeches as she struggled in his grasp were music to the massive tom's ears, the aura of fear scent billowing off such a small creature intoxicating.
Look at how she tries to get at me, flailing her paws around in the air like that-ARGH!
To his surprise, Csilla's claws connected with his face on one of her swings, scoring a few small scratches in his face. For a moment the tom froze in shock, feeling a tiny stream of blood trickle down his face. The scratches were small, yet they stung!
He shook his head, trying to make the stinging stop. The little rat's claws were tiny, mere pinpricks, really, to his bulk. He withstood far worse than such minuscule scratches. Letting out a hiss, Brutus retaliated by biting down harder on the leg, hoping to hear a crack. Pushing off from the ground, he leapt forward, still with his quarry in his jaws.
Let's see how you like this, gutterkit!
With a twist of his massive body, he swung the frail she-kit into an old lamp-post, and then a brick wall, aiming to cause pain, although preferably not break her neck, for that would end the fun-
A terrible roar of fury and disgust made his fur rise on end. The tom's eyes widened in shock and he froze, recognizing the voice but not being able to comprehend wherefore Seol would make such a cry. Brutus swerved around and darted back toward the fallen pile of chicken, Csilla still held in his jaws by the leg.
And she was still in his jaws when he skidded to a halt at the sight of the scene at the center of the bloodshed. For a moment his eyes darted over to Adder, who was looking quite attractive as she swerved around that loudmouthed inferior and proceeded to rip her apart-and then he spotted his lord in a towering rage as he tore apart-Zan? Brutus's heart started pounding as he saw that the normally immaculate white fur of Seol of Spotless Deaths was tainted with blood and vomit. His eyes flicked to the pile of blood and vomit around the inferior that Zan was supposed to subdue, and Brutus quickly put two and two together. Had Seol not ordered Zan to attack the inferior, Brutus would have torn the drainswine apart himself! How DARE the brute defile his lord!
Although the sight of Seol taking his anger out on Zan was quite pleasant. Brutus never really liked the other brown-furred member of the inner circle.
But first his lord needed to be cleaned!
Brutus turned his head around, searching for some water he could bring to Lord Seol, but then realized he still was holding the inferior's leg in his jaws! Of course, he could always give the gutterkit to another cat and get the water, but that would take away all the fun!
Spotting the pale calico fur of the fighter, Jacquelle, who must have arrived in the interim, he strode over to the she-cat, wrinkling his nose as he tried to avoid stepping in the pool of blood and vomit around that filthy barely-alive inferior. Jacquelle may have been a fairly high-ranking member of Seol’s gang, but she would know better than to argue with a member of the Inner Circle.
"You! Wash yourself in the gutter and fetch Lord Seol some cleaner water!" he commanded out of the corner of his mouth, his grip on Csilla loosening a little as he did so. Expression stern, Brutus gestured with his tail toward the end of the alley, where there had to be some source of water. And if she couldn’t find water it would be she who took the blame.
~~~
The gray-brown tom let out an unearthly cry of agony as a powerful blow came out of nowhere, sharp claws slicing into his face and throwing him backwards. Before he could react to protect his vulnerable underbelly, James Oliver felt talons slice deep, deep into his guts, tearing it apart.
A wordless scream escaped his mouth, all thought, all restraint gone now, and only the terrible pain surging throughout the wracked figure. Blood poured from him in earnest, and he collapsed in a pool of his own entrails and all the darkness and disgust of the world.
And so the city's lunatic James Oliver lay, on a thread between life and death. The latter of which would be a welcome relief.
~~~
Adder sighed as Loish glared defiantly at her, vainly attempting to put on a show of bravado. A poor attempt. The La Perm could hear the gasping breaths of her opponent beneath her bold words. Blood already trickled out of the gashes the spy inflicted on the inferior, whose thin frame was already showing signs of exhaustion. Admittedly, Adder bore some scratches herself, but the slight pain only invigorated her, sharpening her senses and her desire to rip the gutterkit apart. Unless one was as powerful as Seol, who was impeccable no matter how much blood he spilt, only cowards escaped fights without a scratch.
"What a fool."
A sinister grin spread across her face as Adder began to circle the seal point in turn, moving closer and closer to the inferior with each step. The wild light in her eyes at the thought of bloodshed only seemed to grow brighter, her bottlebrush tail lashing rhythmically back and forth like a coiling serpent.
Fur rose on end at the wordless cry that jarred her ears, a sound of fury and rage that she would never have wanted to hear; cold spread in the pit of Adder’s stomach at the mere thought of what could have made her lord so livid. Swiveling her ears back for a moment, she could hear him screaming obscenities and something about his fur at Zan and Jacquelle…at least it wasn’t directed at her, for now. Seol was a ruthless and powerful fighter, and when he was in a foul mood, it was never pretty for anyone who bothered him in the least.
Yet Adder resisted the urge to look back, knowing that it Seol wanted her to come he would have ordered her to, knowing that a moment’s hesitation might allow the inferior to gain the upper paw, and Seol would only be more enraged if this enemy of the state escaped! Her duty was still to provide entertainment for Seol.
And she would provide that in earnest!
Moving closer to Loish as the two she-cats circled one another, looking for an opening, the curly-furred cat smirked.
"Your sacrifice will do nothing, don't you see?" she purred dangerously, a bubble of laughter rising in her throat. “No one escapes the Spotless Killings, not even you, you-”
Without warning the curly-furred she-cat switched in mid-sentence from monologue to attack, lunging forward and kicking dirt into the eyes of the gutterkit. Moving quickly, she spun around on her forepaws and tried to lash out at Loish’s face with a powerful kick of her hind legs. Upon the legs returning to the ground Adder sprung into the air, aiming to land on Loish’s back and crush the air out of her, or at the very least land a few deep slashes upon her foe as she landed.
Adder had to win this, for Seol in a foul mood was a frightening thing to behold indeed, and such a failure if Seol was already enraged would mean her pelt. On the other hand…if Seol found his other lackeys incompetent, if she won…
Spotted:
{Fear my uncertain post of doom.}
Zan paused in the middle of his thoughts as another follower, a spy, approached him and joined him in tormenting his victim. He glared at her and pinned his ears as he snarled slightly. This was his victim! This was his fun! He was starting to really like hearing his screams, when this other cat stepped in. But before he could do anything to reclaim his prize, the very cat in question slipped from their grasps.
The tom staggered slightly and blinked up as he watched the injured tom bound swiftly to Seol, and Zan felt his blood turn to ice, freezing him in the spot. He knew it was worse enough that his lord had to share the same air as these filthy insects, but to have them get so close to him and-
He flinched in horror, when he saw what the crazy half-dead tom had just done, and wasn't able to move as Seol turned from ripping his gut open to face him. He simply watched as he grew closer, until he felt strong claws slice through his skin and slash as his face again and again. He let out small wails of behind clenched fangs. He tried to bite back his fury as well as his pain. He was outraged that he had to take such abuse, but knew better then to even think about rising a strand of fur in defiance.
Zan took each lightning swift blow and felt the pain scorch over every single inch of his body, erupting him into a blazing fire of agony. All he could think of was the pain, and his mind had seemed to clear. He could barley hear the words his leader was yowling, but somehow they tore him as deeply as his wounds.
He felt fang grip and tear at his ear as he was dragged along like a piece of freshkill, but his body was almost numb and could hardly feel any pain. Then he heard Seol speak and he gazed up at him with a distant gaze, his eyes holding no emotion, his mind blank.
As he brought himself onto his paws, his body shook slightly but was still strong even despite the ordeal he had went through. He gazed down at James' body, as thoughts and feelings finally started to return to his mind, but they were all to unclear for him to understand anything.
Zan was still for only a split moment, before he lunged at James grabbing him by the throat and flinging his body into the air. He shook and tossed his head back and forth, side to side, slamming the half-dead tom to the ground as he grounded his fangs into his neck.
As the final death blow he slammed James down and tore his throat wide open. He then stood there staring at the bloody mass while still holding a large chunk of the cat's neck in his jaws.
Zan paused in the middle of his thoughts as another follower, a spy, approached him and joined him in tormenting his victim. He glared at her and pinned his ears as he snarled slightly. This was his victim! This was his fun! He was starting to really like hearing his screams, when this other cat stepped in. But before he could do anything to reclaim his prize, the very cat in question slipped from their grasps.
The tom staggered slightly and blinked up as he watched the injured tom bound swiftly to Seol, and Zan felt his blood turn to ice, freezing him in the spot. He knew it was worse enough that his lord had to share the same air as these filthy insects, but to have them get so close to him and-
He flinched in horror, when he saw what the crazy half-dead tom had just done, and wasn't able to move as Seol turned from ripping his gut open to face him. He simply watched as he grew closer, until he felt strong claws slice through his skin and slash as his face again and again. He let out small wails of behind clenched fangs. He tried to bite back his fury as well as his pain. He was outraged that he had to take such abuse, but knew better then to even think about rising a strand of fur in defiance.
Zan took each lightning swift blow and felt the pain scorch over every single inch of his body, erupting him into a blazing fire of agony. All he could think of was the pain, and his mind had seemed to clear. He could barley hear the words his leader was yowling, but somehow they tore him as deeply as his wounds.
He felt fang grip and tear at his ear as he was dragged along like a piece of freshkill, but his body was almost numb and could hardly feel any pain. Then he heard Seol speak and he gazed up at him with a distant gaze, his eyes holding no emotion, his mind blank.
As he brought himself onto his paws, his body shook slightly but was still strong even despite the ordeal he had went through. He gazed down at James' body, as thoughts and feelings finally started to return to his mind, but they were all to unclear for him to understand anything.
Zan was still for only a split moment, before he lunged at James grabbing him by the throat and flinging his body into the air. He shook and tossed his head back and forth, side to side, slamming the half-dead tom to the ground as he grounded his fangs into his neck.
As the final death blow he slammed James down and tore his throat wide open. He then stood there staring at the bloody mass while still holding a large chunk of the cat's neck in his jaws.
Sparrow:
Seol watched Zan snidely out of the corner of his eye as the tom ripped apart the horrific insect, flinging blood into the air like a vile fountain of gore.
A smile played across his mouth, a very dangerous place to play, for it was shortly obliterated by a snarl of pleasure at the sight of James' gruesome demise at the jaws of a tom he himself had just mauled.
Fear. The most useful of all the emotions.
The tainted white cat swept up behind Zan, completely confident in his swaggering step as he flicked the tom with his tail.
The touch of the tom's broad shoulders reminded Seol of just how useful fear was. This idiotic dog was no opponent for Him, yet with enough of them, even He would not be able to hold His own against their sheer bulk.
Yet with fear. The mind is dulled. The soul captured so many layers deep that I shall never see it.
Seol glared at Zan, for a second willing some emotion to show through from the battered tom, some indication that he still had a spirit, so Seol could crush it.
That was why he had such a desire for cats such as that scruffy little white she-cat, even for the golden tom she fought with now. Both had a spark, a burst of spirit that nothing seemed to crush. Seol was obsessed with that, obsessed with crushing even their spirits.
"Now that Zan, is what a true fighter does. I'll be willing to forgive this folly if you would be so kind as to make sure that thing's body leaves no trace upon even the gutterwater."
He hissed, turning his back on Zan and watching Adder as Brutus scrambled to arrange his washing.
Ah Brutus. What would life be without your filthy hide?
He wrinkled his nose at the scent of vomit and blood on his paws,
Probably rather putrid smelling until I got another cat to organise things in a crisis.
A smile played across his mouth, a very dangerous place to play, for it was shortly obliterated by a snarl of pleasure at the sight of James' gruesome demise at the jaws of a tom he himself had just mauled.
Fear. The most useful of all the emotions.
The tainted white cat swept up behind Zan, completely confident in his swaggering step as he flicked the tom with his tail.
The touch of the tom's broad shoulders reminded Seol of just how useful fear was. This idiotic dog was no opponent for Him, yet with enough of them, even He would not be able to hold His own against their sheer bulk.
Yet with fear. The mind is dulled. The soul captured so many layers deep that I shall never see it.
Seol glared at Zan, for a second willing some emotion to show through from the battered tom, some indication that he still had a spirit, so Seol could crush it.
That was why he had such a desire for cats such as that scruffy little white she-cat, even for the golden tom she fought with now. Both had a spark, a burst of spirit that nothing seemed to crush. Seol was obsessed with that, obsessed with crushing even their spirits.
"Now that Zan, is what a true fighter does. I'll be willing to forgive this folly if you would be so kind as to make sure that thing's body leaves no trace upon even the gutterwater."
He hissed, turning his back on Zan and watching Adder as Brutus scrambled to arrange his washing.
Ah Brutus. What would life be without your filthy hide?
He wrinkled his nose at the scent of vomit and blood on his paws,
Probably rather putrid smelling until I got another cat to organise things in a crisis.
Sparrow:
"What a fool."
Loish shivered at the grin that slid over Adder's face like the serpent she embodied. The seal-point's circling becoming mirrored in a tangled dance as Loish gasped and fought to regain her breath, her heart pounding harder with each step that the city cat took towards her. Yet she knew she couldn't run now, she was too out of puff, Adder or another of Seul's cronies would just catch her as she bolted. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the white kit tussling with an almost equally young tom cat.
IDIOTIC LITTLE!-
The she-cat froze as Seul's cry of fury split the air, her fur raising along her back as even Adder's ears swivelled to catch what was going on, yet back she went to the circling, back to the endless dance.
"Your sacrifice will do nothing, don't you see? No one escapes the Spotless Killings, not even you, you-”
Loish cried out as dirt splattered into her eyes, automatically raising her paw to rub at them as they burned like fire. She barely had the time to think before clawed paws lashed at her face, backing her rear and cry out again, stepping backwards as Adder crashed down on her back, lashing out at her and gorging gashes in her back as the she-cat twisted and turned desperately.
Was her sacrifice worth nothing? The white kitten hadn't escaped...Why hadn't she escaped? Why was she still fighting? Heck! From the sound of her voice she was even enjoying her last moments in some sick kind of way, like she liked to fight!
Sorrow flooded the she-cat. She had thrown away her life... for nothing.
With a wail and a snarl she twisted around as fast as she could, lashing out at Adder with all her legs and all her strength. She would get out of this alive!
Loish shivered at the grin that slid over Adder's face like the serpent she embodied. The seal-point's circling becoming mirrored in a tangled dance as Loish gasped and fought to regain her breath, her heart pounding harder with each step that the city cat took towards her. Yet she knew she couldn't run now, she was too out of puff, Adder or another of Seul's cronies would just catch her as she bolted. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the white kit tussling with an almost equally young tom cat.
IDIOTIC LITTLE!-
The she-cat froze as Seul's cry of fury split the air, her fur raising along her back as even Adder's ears swivelled to catch what was going on, yet back she went to the circling, back to the endless dance.
"Your sacrifice will do nothing, don't you see? No one escapes the Spotless Killings, not even you, you-”
Loish cried out as dirt splattered into her eyes, automatically raising her paw to rub at them as they burned like fire. She barely had the time to think before clawed paws lashed at her face, backing her rear and cry out again, stepping backwards as Adder crashed down on her back, lashing out at her and gorging gashes in her back as the she-cat twisted and turned desperately.
Was her sacrifice worth nothing? The white kitten hadn't escaped...Why hadn't she escaped? Why was she still fighting? Heck! From the sound of her voice she was even enjoying her last moments in some sick kind of way, like she liked to fight!
Sorrow flooded the she-cat. She had thrown away her life... for nothing.
With a wail and a snarl she twisted around as fast as she could, lashing out at Adder with all her legs and all her strength. She would get out of this alive!
Running:
Antony grinned as the white bobtail rolled out of his way just in time, leaving him to land on mere pavement. His sense caught the back legs kicking out toward his face just in time, and the lean golden tom rolled out of the way, the she-cat's claws leaving only a few small scratches on his left foreleg.
Heh. She's fast. And inventive.
However, her recent remark troubled him as he sprang to his paws and lifted his own hind paws into the air. In one swift movement he spun on his forepaws, claws still sheathed.
Yet her temper is a problem. Will it help her endure and continue on, or will it only hinder her?
Still on his forepaws, he kicked at the white bobtail, hoping to catch her while she was off-balance.
"Toy, what is this toy you speak of?" he remarked, acting dumb, as he landed and ducked his head. Following the movement into a roll, he gathered his strength in his haunches and leapt up at the end of the roll, launching himself toward Izumi. As such an act would only fuel her ire, his claws remained sheathed and he aimed several swipes as her head before jumping out of the way and then re-engaging.
"Ah, you mean yourself, don't you? Not to worry m'lady!"
Marcus Antonius jumped around the she-cat, darting this way and that, always light on his paws. He would aim a blow here, then feint there, always keeping up the element of surprise while trying to stay just out of the she-cat's grasp.
"We shall have fun in this game, a joyous duel of teeth and claws, if you will!"
The sounds of other battles played out around him, snarls and cries, thuds and crashes. Although most of Antony's attention was on the white she-cat a fraction of his senses was constantly aware of his surrounds, of any opponent that might attack from behind as he dueled Izumi. Jumping back, he grinned once more at Izumi, cocking his head and giving her a challenging look, egging her on to attack.
"M'lady."
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The devilish grin of the russet-furred city cat only spread wider as she caught the music of her opponents harsh breathing, her pain, her struggles. She could feel the desperation in this wretched inferior, the agony, the worry, her frail stubbornness preventing her from seeing the truth, that she was beaten. The seal-point was like a pathetic worm pinned down beneath her, flailing beneath the inevitable specter of death, which slowly crushed the life out of her.
It was delicious.
"How does it feel to have all your lofty ideals shatter around you?" she whispered in Loish's ear before sending a blow at Loish's face. Some of the rat's claws drew small scs on her legs, but Adder's thick and curly fur protected her well. Snarling and raising her voice, she pressed all of her weight into the smaller she-cat, trying to crush the breath out of her.
"At the end, all you are, and all you have even been is just a mere pawn!"
With a cackle, Adder leapt out of the way of Loish's claws as the seal-point turned and lashed out at her with her claws. Nevertheless, the attack drew a long gash along the side of the LaPerm's right hind leg. Despite the pain that exploded from the wound, Adder landed on all fours without a grimace. It would break the image Adder was trying to create, after all. The wound itself was barely noticeable against her dark red fur, especially as there were spots of her enemy's blood all over her pelt.
Lashing her bottlebrush tail, Adder sneered as she crept toward Loish, seeing that the she-cat was cornered against the wall. Perhaps it might have been better strategy to attack Loish while she was still on the ground, but Adder was one for dramatics. Loish was as good as dead in her mind, so now her only goal was to make this as much of a show as she could. The psychological factor of being cornered would do nicely.
"All cats serve Seul, and so do you, for you are an object of entertainment for our Lord Seul, an assembly of blood and nerves that is so-delightful-to rip apart!"
As she said the word "delightful" Adder leapt at Loish and barreled into her, aiming blow after blow at the seal point, swiping and dodging, ducking and kicking, not a movement wasted. Like some devil of the city she slithered seamlessly from one movement to another, ignoring any blows made against her. For such pinpricks did not matter-she was close to victory! Adder gloried in the blood, in the rush of the fight, in the adrenaline pulsing through her, even in the pain jolting through her hind leg. And how worth it this would be, for she had the great leader watching her every move, seeing her glories! Might she be promoted, at last? Might she be another step closer to being worthy of Him?
"All cats serve Seul, and they last only as long as they are deemed useful, gutterkit."
She wouldn't deliver the killing blow yet, in case his lordship wished to partake in the bloodshed, but death wasn't far. Not far at all. Leering at the seal point, Adder opened her mouth wide and hissed, revealing bloodied teeth. Her voice became softer once more as three words slipped out of her mouth.
"Your time's up."
Faster than a serpent, Adder lunged at Loish, ducking at the last second and rolling under the seal point. With powerful legs the spy kicked at the inferior's belly, aiming to throw the she-cat away from her...and right into the stone wall behind her.
Heh. She's fast. And inventive.
However, her recent remark troubled him as he sprang to his paws and lifted his own hind paws into the air. In one swift movement he spun on his forepaws, claws still sheathed.
Yet her temper is a problem. Will it help her endure and continue on, or will it only hinder her?
Still on his forepaws, he kicked at the white bobtail, hoping to catch her while she was off-balance.
"Toy, what is this toy you speak of?" he remarked, acting dumb, as he landed and ducked his head. Following the movement into a roll, he gathered his strength in his haunches and leapt up at the end of the roll, launching himself toward Izumi. As such an act would only fuel her ire, his claws remained sheathed and he aimed several swipes as her head before jumping out of the way and then re-engaging.
"Ah, you mean yourself, don't you? Not to worry m'lady!"
Marcus Antonius jumped around the she-cat, darting this way and that, always light on his paws. He would aim a blow here, then feint there, always keeping up the element of surprise while trying to stay just out of the she-cat's grasp.
"We shall have fun in this game, a joyous duel of teeth and claws, if you will!"
The sounds of other battles played out around him, snarls and cries, thuds and crashes. Although most of Antony's attention was on the white she-cat a fraction of his senses was constantly aware of his surrounds, of any opponent that might attack from behind as he dueled Izumi. Jumping back, he grinned once more at Izumi, cocking his head and giving her a challenging look, egging her on to attack.
"M'lady."
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The devilish grin of the russet-furred city cat only spread wider as she caught the music of her opponents harsh breathing, her pain, her struggles. She could feel the desperation in this wretched inferior, the agony, the worry, her frail stubbornness preventing her from seeing the truth, that she was beaten. The seal-point was like a pathetic worm pinned down beneath her, flailing beneath the inevitable specter of death, which slowly crushed the life out of her.
It was delicious.
"How does it feel to have all your lofty ideals shatter around you?" she whispered in Loish's ear before sending a blow at Loish's face. Some of the rat's claws drew small scs on her legs, but Adder's thick and curly fur protected her well. Snarling and raising her voice, she pressed all of her weight into the smaller she-cat, trying to crush the breath out of her.
"At the end, all you are, and all you have even been is just a mere pawn!"
With a cackle, Adder leapt out of the way of Loish's claws as the seal-point turned and lashed out at her with her claws. Nevertheless, the attack drew a long gash along the side of the LaPerm's right hind leg. Despite the pain that exploded from the wound, Adder landed on all fours without a grimace. It would break the image Adder was trying to create, after all. The wound itself was barely noticeable against her dark red fur, especially as there were spots of her enemy's blood all over her pelt.
Lashing her bottlebrush tail, Adder sneered as she crept toward Loish, seeing that the she-cat was cornered against the wall. Perhaps it might have been better strategy to attack Loish while she was still on the ground, but Adder was one for dramatics. Loish was as good as dead in her mind, so now her only goal was to make this as much of a show as she could. The psychological factor of being cornered would do nicely.
"All cats serve Seul, and so do you, for you are an object of entertainment for our Lord Seul, an assembly of blood and nerves that is so-delightful-to rip apart!"
As she said the word "delightful" Adder leapt at Loish and barreled into her, aiming blow after blow at the seal point, swiping and dodging, ducking and kicking, not a movement wasted. Like some devil of the city she slithered seamlessly from one movement to another, ignoring any blows made against her. For such pinpricks did not matter-she was close to victory! Adder gloried in the blood, in the rush of the fight, in the adrenaline pulsing through her, even in the pain jolting through her hind leg. And how worth it this would be, for she had the great leader watching her every move, seeing her glories! Might she be promoted, at last? Might she be another step closer to being worthy of Him?
"All cats serve Seul, and they last only as long as they are deemed useful, gutterkit."
She wouldn't deliver the killing blow yet, in case his lordship wished to partake in the bloodshed, but death wasn't far. Not far at all. Leering at the seal point, Adder opened her mouth wide and hissed, revealing bloodied teeth. Her voice became softer once more as three words slipped out of her mouth.
"Your time's up."
Faster than a serpent, Adder lunged at Loish, ducking at the last second and rolling under the seal point. With powerful legs the spy kicked at the inferior's belly, aiming to throw the she-cat away from her...and right into the stone wall behind her.
Sparrow:
((Right >:3))
Satisfaction flared high in Izumi's fast-beating heart as she felt her claws nick the golden tom's leg, triumph dispelling her irritated fury at the tom for a brief moment. That should turn him! That should get him to take her seriously! She had made him bleed!
Yet a well aimed and infuriatingly sheathed kick sent the small kitten reeling to the ground in a heap as taunting words laced with a playfulness that made her want to rip off the owner's ears danced around her.
"Toy, what is this toy you speak of?"
She looked up in time to see the tom roll- ROLL TOWARDS HER!! She almost couldn't believe how ridiculous the tom was being, her mouth hanging open for a second as he launched himself at her and battered her head like a playmate who was far too rough.
As he leaped away again Izumi managed to get to her paws, fighting a rather frightening urge to grin at the golden tom's antics and scolding herself for even contemplating it. The roll had just been so silly though, and the image so hilarious.
He's one of Seul's gang! He's fighting you! He's just toying with you and he'll grow bored and kill you before too long. Don't be fooled, this is no game...
Why isn't he being serious!?
"Ah, you mean yourself, don't you? Not to worry m'lady!"
That whipped the startings of a smile right off Izumi's face. Once more she was glaring daggers at the tom, once more she crouched and hissed at him, her hackles rising in a display of fury as he danced around her like a jester, his blows landing on her as she twisted and turned in an attempt to both dodge and deal out her own punishments upon him, her claws glinting in the light of the sun.
"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO RIP OFF-!!"
"We shall have fun in this game, a joyous duel of teeth and claws, if you will!"
"Pah! Teeth and claws did you say?"
She hissed as he cocked his annoying head before her, for a second strikingly obvious to her in the sunlight, his golden coat messy and begrimed, his frame beaten with old scars running across it.
You've been through the wars haven't you? How much older than me are you again? You only look a few moons...
For a second she felt a prickle of pity for the other kitten. He obviously didn't want to fight seriously, and why should she want to either? Did she WANT to die? Did she WANT to bleed? He was obviously a better fighter than her, he'd kill her if it got serious... Perhaps he was offering her a way out?
"M'lady."
Holding onto this new idea, strange as it was, Izumi crouched to leap once more, this time with the same mentality she took when fighting with Kiba.
"Don't M'lady me!"
She snarled leaping at him in the most predictable way she could manage before feinting to the side and aiming several blows at the tom's own head with sheathed claws before dodging away, copying his own moves as she tried to stay as light-pawed as he had been, to dance away as he had. She felt ridiculous in doing it as she danced around him, and a bubble of laughter escaped her lips before she could get the better of it.
"Okay then, I'll play it your way."
She mewed, jumping at him again in an attempt to head-butt him.
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"How does it feel to have all your lofty ideals shatter around you?"
Loish screamed as claws rent at her face, increasing her frenzied struggle, her thrashings growing weaker as Adder's weight crushed the air out of her a an audible huff.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
"At the end, all you are, and all you have even been is just a mere pawn!"
Yet with a sudden whoosh the creature that had so caused suffering to her was gone, leaving sunlight sparkling down as seemingly far away a kit giggled. Struggling to her paws, Loish realised that a cat had indeed just laughed. It was the white kitten from before!
What the-
But something began to strike clear to the seal point. Neither Izumi nor the golden kit she was attacking seemed to have any current injuries. No blood other than a few little pricks on the tom's leg. They were- for all the world- playing.
It seemed so out of place. So- ridiculous.
It seemed like an act.
Perhaps the kit WILL escape... There seems to be a youngun in Seul's crew who doesn't follow his sick ways...
Perhaps.... Perhaps the future holds revolution.
A sneer brough Loish very much back into the present. Adder was slithering towards her, cornering her as Loish backed up into the wall, her chest fluttering wildly, her legs shaking.
"All cats serve Seul, and so do you, for you are an object of entertainment for our Lord Seul, an assembly of blood and nerves that is so-delightful-to rip apart!"
Loish cried out and tried to run away, but Adder was there, crashing into her and slashing, hitting, mauling. In a panic Loish tried to fight back, but it seemed useless against such a force as Adder continued her monologue.
"All cats serve Seul, and they last only as long as they are deemed useful, gutterkit."
One day then....
Loish narrowed her eyes knowingly at Adder. One day. One day Adder would no longer be useful, and it gave Loish a spark of pleasure to know that the day would come where Adder herself would be in the same position, would be just as helpless.
"Your time's up."
With a yelp, Loish was thrown into the wall behind her, the hard surface slamming into her with such a force that she felt her bones cracking from the impact. Without a sound she slipped to the ground, lost in a haze of bloodied vision. Before her she could see only the kittens playing, among all the blood, before she lost consciousness.
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While awaiting Brutus, Seul allowed his gaze once more to sweep the clearing. The scout was showing an impressive amount of skill in finishing off some idiotic kittypet, her style rather captivating as she drew drop after drop, splash after splash of blood onto the pavement. With a sigh of comfort Seul closed his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him, from the deep drumming droning hum of the city around him, of human murmurs and cars' roars, to the sweet soprano of screams and sobs, of the splattering of blood, that danced around him. The sounds were so harmonious, so beautiful, it made the tainted tom feel at peace for a second.
Until a laugh chimed in that threw the whole chorus off key. Chocolate eyes opening with a snap, Seul glared at Izumi and Marc. That laugh, it had been hers. It started up all kinds of emotions in the tom. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling.
He wanted to crush her, to keep his harmony of screams and drones. He wanted her to laugh forever, to strike that imperfect lack of harmony again and again. He wanted her to die. He wanted her to live. Wanted her to cry, wanted her to call out in joy. With a violent lash of his tail, the tom foreced himself to look at Adder as she slammed the kittypet into a wall.
Yet a flash of jealously flared within him. Antony had made her laugh like that, not him. He would never let the pair interact again. He would beat Antony tonight until the kitten was within an inch of his life. He would- he would-
His gaze fell once more upon Adder.
I will promote her. She has ambition and promise........ And perhaps enough of the word sly encompassed in her soul that she might work to bring the white kit towards me...
That would be it. He would draw the kit towards him in such a way that she would fall for him!! And honestly, who wouldn't?
The tom smiled smugly, wrapping his tail around his paws and shutting his eyes once more, the dull harmonies taking him over once more.
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Deep within the truck, a tiny sooty form finally triumphed in his epic battle against the evils of packaged chicken. A jubilant cry announcing Kiba's freedom as he scrambled out of the truck in search of his sister.
Like I'd ever leave you Izzie!
The minuscule kitten bolted straight out into the daylight, briefly dazzled until he caught sight of Izumi running at a golden tom to head-butt him.
"I'LL SAVE YOU IZUMI!"
He cried out, yowling and leaping at the much larger golden tom, aiming clawed slashes at his eyes.
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Seul pressed his right paw against his temples at the yowling of the tiny black kitten, eyes narrowing as he realised that he had just smudged blood across his forehead. With a hiss of fury his temper shifted, watching as the kitten leaped at Marc.
"HA!"
He couldn't WAIT to see this! Here was Marc's chance to prove himself! He had said nothing about not killing other kittens. Only the white one. Marc should kill this kitten without a thought.
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Izumi knew that something had gone wrong midway though her leap at Marc, Kiba's cry shattering what comfort she had previously had.
"KIBA NO!
She cried out, unable to stop her trajectory as she barrelled into Marc. Her stupid little brother had blown his own cover! Now they would both be killed for sure! Not only Izumi but her brother too!
((I thought for once I'd allow you guys to see how I make my posts xD First I write the following, then I elaborate on them:
Izumi from fury to laughter
Loish : WTF KIT!?
Seul : GO ADDER GO! - |D Imma kill you Marc
Kiba FREEEEEE <3 I will defend you Izzie!
Seul : lol!
Izzie : SHIT! D:))
Satisfaction flared high in Izumi's fast-beating heart as she felt her claws nick the golden tom's leg, triumph dispelling her irritated fury at the tom for a brief moment. That should turn him! That should get him to take her seriously! She had made him bleed!
Yet a well aimed and infuriatingly sheathed kick sent the small kitten reeling to the ground in a heap as taunting words laced with a playfulness that made her want to rip off the owner's ears danced around her.
"Toy, what is this toy you speak of?"
She looked up in time to see the tom roll- ROLL TOWARDS HER!! She almost couldn't believe how ridiculous the tom was being, her mouth hanging open for a second as he launched himself at her and battered her head like a playmate who was far too rough.
As he leaped away again Izumi managed to get to her paws, fighting a rather frightening urge to grin at the golden tom's antics and scolding herself for even contemplating it. The roll had just been so silly though, and the image so hilarious.
He's one of Seul's gang! He's fighting you! He's just toying with you and he'll grow bored and kill you before too long. Don't be fooled, this is no game...
Why isn't he being serious!?
"Ah, you mean yourself, don't you? Not to worry m'lady!"
That whipped the startings of a smile right off Izumi's face. Once more she was glaring daggers at the tom, once more she crouched and hissed at him, her hackles rising in a display of fury as he danced around her like a jester, his blows landing on her as she twisted and turned in an attempt to both dodge and deal out her own punishments upon him, her claws glinting in the light of the sun.
"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO RIP OFF-!!"
"We shall have fun in this game, a joyous duel of teeth and claws, if you will!"
"Pah! Teeth and claws did you say?"
She hissed as he cocked his annoying head before her, for a second strikingly obvious to her in the sunlight, his golden coat messy and begrimed, his frame beaten with old scars running across it.
You've been through the wars haven't you? How much older than me are you again? You only look a few moons...
For a second she felt a prickle of pity for the other kitten. He obviously didn't want to fight seriously, and why should she want to either? Did she WANT to die? Did she WANT to bleed? He was obviously a better fighter than her, he'd kill her if it got serious... Perhaps he was offering her a way out?
"M'lady."
Holding onto this new idea, strange as it was, Izumi crouched to leap once more, this time with the same mentality she took when fighting with Kiba.
"Don't M'lady me!"
She snarled leaping at him in the most predictable way she could manage before feinting to the side and aiming several blows at the tom's own head with sheathed claws before dodging away, copying his own moves as she tried to stay as light-pawed as he had been, to dance away as he had. She felt ridiculous in doing it as she danced around him, and a bubble of laughter escaped her lips before she could get the better of it.
"Okay then, I'll play it your way."
She mewed, jumping at him again in an attempt to head-butt him.
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"How does it feel to have all your lofty ideals shatter around you?"
Loish screamed as claws rent at her face, increasing her frenzied struggle, her thrashings growing weaker as Adder's weight crushed the air out of her a an audible huff.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
"At the end, all you are, and all you have even been is just a mere pawn!"
Yet with a sudden whoosh the creature that had so caused suffering to her was gone, leaving sunlight sparkling down as seemingly far away a kit giggled. Struggling to her paws, Loish realised that a cat had indeed just laughed. It was the white kitten from before!
What the-
But something began to strike clear to the seal point. Neither Izumi nor the golden kit she was attacking seemed to have any current injuries. No blood other than a few little pricks on the tom's leg. They were- for all the world- playing.
It seemed so out of place. So- ridiculous.
It seemed like an act.
Perhaps the kit WILL escape... There seems to be a youngun in Seul's crew who doesn't follow his sick ways...
Perhaps.... Perhaps the future holds revolution.
A sneer brough Loish very much back into the present. Adder was slithering towards her, cornering her as Loish backed up into the wall, her chest fluttering wildly, her legs shaking.
"All cats serve Seul, and so do you, for you are an object of entertainment for our Lord Seul, an assembly of blood and nerves that is so-delightful-to rip apart!"
Loish cried out and tried to run away, but Adder was there, crashing into her and slashing, hitting, mauling. In a panic Loish tried to fight back, but it seemed useless against such a force as Adder continued her monologue.
"All cats serve Seul, and they last only as long as they are deemed useful, gutterkit."
One day then....
Loish narrowed her eyes knowingly at Adder. One day. One day Adder would no longer be useful, and it gave Loish a spark of pleasure to know that the day would come where Adder herself would be in the same position, would be just as helpless.
"Your time's up."
With a yelp, Loish was thrown into the wall behind her, the hard surface slamming into her with such a force that she felt her bones cracking from the impact. Without a sound she slipped to the ground, lost in a haze of bloodied vision. Before her she could see only the kittens playing, among all the blood, before she lost consciousness.
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While awaiting Brutus, Seul allowed his gaze once more to sweep the clearing. The scout was showing an impressive amount of skill in finishing off some idiotic kittypet, her style rather captivating as she drew drop after drop, splash after splash of blood onto the pavement. With a sigh of comfort Seul closed his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him, from the deep drumming droning hum of the city around him, of human murmurs and cars' roars, to the sweet soprano of screams and sobs, of the splattering of blood, that danced around him. The sounds were so harmonious, so beautiful, it made the tainted tom feel at peace for a second.
Until a laugh chimed in that threw the whole chorus off key. Chocolate eyes opening with a snap, Seul glared at Izumi and Marc. That laugh, it had been hers. It started up all kinds of emotions in the tom. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling.
He wanted to crush her, to keep his harmony of screams and drones. He wanted her to laugh forever, to strike that imperfect lack of harmony again and again. He wanted her to die. He wanted her to live. Wanted her to cry, wanted her to call out in joy. With a violent lash of his tail, the tom foreced himself to look at Adder as she slammed the kittypet into a wall.
Yet a flash of jealously flared within him. Antony had made her laugh like that, not him. He would never let the pair interact again. He would beat Antony tonight until the kitten was within an inch of his life. He would- he would-
His gaze fell once more upon Adder.
I will promote her. She has ambition and promise........ And perhaps enough of the word sly encompassed in her soul that she might work to bring the white kit towards me...
That would be it. He would draw the kit towards him in such a way that she would fall for him!! And honestly, who wouldn't?
The tom smiled smugly, wrapping his tail around his paws and shutting his eyes once more, the dull harmonies taking him over once more.
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Deep within the truck, a tiny sooty form finally triumphed in his epic battle against the evils of packaged chicken. A jubilant cry announcing Kiba's freedom as he scrambled out of the truck in search of his sister.
Like I'd ever leave you Izzie!
The minuscule kitten bolted straight out into the daylight, briefly dazzled until he caught sight of Izumi running at a golden tom to head-butt him.
"I'LL SAVE YOU IZUMI!"
He cried out, yowling and leaping at the much larger golden tom, aiming clawed slashes at his eyes.
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Seul pressed his right paw against his temples at the yowling of the tiny black kitten, eyes narrowing as he realised that he had just smudged blood across his forehead. With a hiss of fury his temper shifted, watching as the kitten leaped at Marc.
"HA!"
He couldn't WAIT to see this! Here was Marc's chance to prove himself! He had said nothing about not killing other kittens. Only the white one. Marc should kill this kitten without a thought.
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Izumi knew that something had gone wrong midway though her leap at Marc, Kiba's cry shattering what comfort she had previously had.
"KIBA NO!
She cried out, unable to stop her trajectory as she barrelled into Marc. Her stupid little brother had blown his own cover! Now they would both be killed for sure! Not only Izumi but her brother too!
((I thought for once I'd allow you guys to see how I make my posts xD First I write the following, then I elaborate on them:
Izumi from fury to laughter
Loish : WTF KIT!?
Seul : GO ADDER GO! - |D Imma kill you Marc
Kiba FREEEEEE <3 I will defend you Izzie!
Seul : lol!
Izzie : SHIT! D:))
Running:
Thud. Thud.
The normally silent steps of the massive tom were accentuated by the grating and grinding of a deep metal pan as it was dragged along the street. In his jaws were a metal handle, which he tugged on with a grunt as he walked, muscles straining to drag it along the street. Despite his exertion, each step was made carefully lest a drop the precious clear liquid in the container go to waste.
Furious with JJ’s slow reaction as being thrown into the muck and the blood, the Maine Coon had given the wounded gutterkit to Jacquelle and left to fetch the water himself. If he looked like a pathetic dog dragging in the large pan, it did not matter. Brutus knew that the longer Seul’s fur remained…disheveled…the more enraged he would become. And Brutus would remain the loyal right paw, the confidant, the strongman, the one who would do the dirty work, both literally and figuratively. He would not let any contretemps get in the way of that.
Finally reaching the white-furred tom, Brutus let go of the handle and took a step back, the loud scraping sound ceasing once he stopped.
“My Lord,” the taciturn tom murmured, bowing his head in respect.
~~~
Adder cackled as she caught the sound of the inferior’s body slamming into the wall and the ominous crack that went with it. Nothing else existed in the world to the LaPerm, not the streetlamps and drizzle, not the kits leaping around one another, not even the other melodies of death and destruction. Just Adder, the blood, and her fallen enemy.
The inferior’s attempts had been futile! The seal point was a weakling and a fool, outwitted and outmatched by Adder, destined to die! Only worthy of being a stepping stone to the curly-furred she-cat’s ascension!
Slithering over to the body, Adder sneered flipped it over, senses on guard in case the inferior was playing some trick, (even though the chances of that were unlikely with the crack she just heard). Placing her paw on the inferior, the spy could feel the faint heartbeat of the she-cat, could catch a hint of her breathing. The inferior was out cold. What a pity. Adder wanted to hear her death cries and see the light vanish from the rat’s eyes.
Snickering at the thought of waking the inferior up one last time before sending her to eternal sleep, Adder flipped her over in order to see her face, letting her claws sink into the limp form of the she-cat as she did so. There was so much more the spy could do now that the inferior was helpless, limbs broken, lifeblood streaming out. She could be dismembered, slowly torn apart limb from limb as if eaten alive. Flayed and bitten, pelt ripped off of the muscles….Adder licked her lips at the thought and looked down at Loish.
The she-cat looked rather pathetic, smaller without the snarl of defiance, without any emotion at all, really. On the edge of death. Still…
Loish’s face reminded Adder of that knowing look that the seal point gave, right before being thrown into the wall, a moment when both she-cats locked eyes. It was insinuating, that grin, insulting. As if the inferior knew more than Adder, was higher up and more worthy than she who defeated that inferior! Such defiance when Adder believed the inferior should be broken stabbed into the LaPerm’s pride. Almost felt like failing, really, not being able to crush an enemy’s soul right before death, to let said enemy feel as if she died a martyr.
I am not a failure!
Blood splattered in the air as Adder drew a deep slash right across the inferior's face, trying to gouge one eye out. That would get rid of that smirk.
Her grin returned as she spotted Loish’s half-open mouth, the teeth almost glittering in the unconscious she-cats maw. One more for her collection.
But first...
Several moments later the red-brown spy was dragging the limp frame of the rebel, the defiant inferior who dared to speak of a Rebellion, and uprising against Seul. Her movements almost mirrored another of Seul’s loyal servants, although she could already spot him with Seul long before she arrived.
Her head began to buzz at the sight of the powerful brown tom, her pulse racing as her heart thrummed inside her chest. A deep, almost violent desire rushed through Adder like a drug, setting her mind and senses on fire as each aspect of the tom revealed itself to her in greater detail, almost as if she had never seen him before.
So strong, so handsome with his fur and maw covered in blood, so confident, so cunning, so, so, so enthralling, and Seul’s right paw no less. More than anything, she wanted to brush up against him, to call him hers at last-but she kept her thoughts to herself, letting none of her emotions be shown in her face. In the presence of her lord she must follow custom. Standing tall, yet with reverence, and respect, which must be given, always, she dropped the half-dead inferior’s body in front of her leader.
Soon. One day, she would be worthy of him.
~~~
"I'LL SAVE YOU IZUMI!"
“KIBA NO!”
Before Antony could react as Izumi charged for him, a high-pitched cry came from behind him, soon followed by the white bobtail’s frantic screams as she crashed into him. Another moment later and the three young cats were in a tangle, Izumi and Marc helplessly entwined as Kiba perched on top of Marc, slashing at his face.
Panic rushed through the golden tom as he felt Izumi’s small and warm frame so close to his, the shock of it greater than the pain of the small scratch along the side of his face. For a moment he nearly felt himself relax, in the midst of all the blood and insanity, felling her soft breathing. Then his shock and common sense resurfaced and he flinched, kicking the other two away and disentangling himself. Staggering to his paws and backing up a few steps, he stared at the two, his heavy rate of breathing disproportionate with the amount of energy he actually exerted.
The bobtail was the weapon, and from now on he must disassociate herself from him. Make her hate him, despise him. There could be no connection between them, no trail of scent leading from the scene of the crime back to his paws. The plan was set; he must move cautiously from there.
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds
“What is this? Backstabbing?” he hissed, rising to his paws. His voice was lower than before, still youthful, yet with something darker laced into it. Crueler. On light paws he hopped a step away from the two bobtails, taking in the sight of them. So different in appearance, one dark, one light, but there was no doubt from the way they treated one another that they were siblings.
Fixing his gaze on Izumi’s white fur, he thought of the white fur of Seul, the loathsome clean fur, so immaculate when the great Caesar’s was tainted with blood and a thousand gashes. The tom thought of the dead body of his great leader, of the smirk on Seul’s face as he paraded over the dead body of Antony’s leader, his mentor, almost his father, befouling, defiling Julius. An old trick, but one that worked quite well; his eyes instantly filled with pure hatred and homicidal intent.
Any trust Izumi might have about him must be eradicated. She must see him as one of Seul’s dogs, no more.
One mask slid off, another on.
“Heh.”
Claws slid out of their sheathes and Antony lunged for the two bobtails. With an agile movement he rolled to one side and kicked at Izumi before tumbling over and leaping onto her twin. Snarling, he aimed a barrage of slashes at the small kit, dodging left and the right. Using his larger size and his athletic build to his advantage, the golden-furred fighter leaped back and forth over the black-furred tom, swiping at Kiba as he went. Playtime was over.
The normally silent steps of the massive tom were accentuated by the grating and grinding of a deep metal pan as it was dragged along the street. In his jaws were a metal handle, which he tugged on with a grunt as he walked, muscles straining to drag it along the street. Despite his exertion, each step was made carefully lest a drop the precious clear liquid in the container go to waste.
Furious with JJ’s slow reaction as being thrown into the muck and the blood, the Maine Coon had given the wounded gutterkit to Jacquelle and left to fetch the water himself. If he looked like a pathetic dog dragging in the large pan, it did not matter. Brutus knew that the longer Seul’s fur remained…disheveled…the more enraged he would become. And Brutus would remain the loyal right paw, the confidant, the strongman, the one who would do the dirty work, both literally and figuratively. He would not let any contretemps get in the way of that.
Finally reaching the white-furred tom, Brutus let go of the handle and took a step back, the loud scraping sound ceasing once he stopped.
“My Lord,” the taciturn tom murmured, bowing his head in respect.
~~~
Adder cackled as she caught the sound of the inferior’s body slamming into the wall and the ominous crack that went with it. Nothing else existed in the world to the LaPerm, not the streetlamps and drizzle, not the kits leaping around one another, not even the other melodies of death and destruction. Just Adder, the blood, and her fallen enemy.
The inferior’s attempts had been futile! The seal point was a weakling and a fool, outwitted and outmatched by Adder, destined to die! Only worthy of being a stepping stone to the curly-furred she-cat’s ascension!
Slithering over to the body, Adder sneered flipped it over, senses on guard in case the inferior was playing some trick, (even though the chances of that were unlikely with the crack she just heard). Placing her paw on the inferior, the spy could feel the faint heartbeat of the she-cat, could catch a hint of her breathing. The inferior was out cold. What a pity. Adder wanted to hear her death cries and see the light vanish from the rat’s eyes.
Snickering at the thought of waking the inferior up one last time before sending her to eternal sleep, Adder flipped her over in order to see her face, letting her claws sink into the limp form of the she-cat as she did so. There was so much more the spy could do now that the inferior was helpless, limbs broken, lifeblood streaming out. She could be dismembered, slowly torn apart limb from limb as if eaten alive. Flayed and bitten, pelt ripped off of the muscles….Adder licked her lips at the thought and looked down at Loish.
The she-cat looked rather pathetic, smaller without the snarl of defiance, without any emotion at all, really. On the edge of death. Still…
Loish’s face reminded Adder of that knowing look that the seal point gave, right before being thrown into the wall, a moment when both she-cats locked eyes. It was insinuating, that grin, insulting. As if the inferior knew more than Adder, was higher up and more worthy than she who defeated that inferior! Such defiance when Adder believed the inferior should be broken stabbed into the LaPerm’s pride. Almost felt like failing, really, not being able to crush an enemy’s soul right before death, to let said enemy feel as if she died a martyr.
I am not a failure!
Blood splattered in the air as Adder drew a deep slash right across the inferior's face, trying to gouge one eye out. That would get rid of that smirk.
Her grin returned as she spotted Loish’s half-open mouth, the teeth almost glittering in the unconscious she-cats maw. One more for her collection.
But first...
Several moments later the red-brown spy was dragging the limp frame of the rebel, the defiant inferior who dared to speak of a Rebellion, and uprising against Seul. Her movements almost mirrored another of Seul’s loyal servants, although she could already spot him with Seul long before she arrived.
Her head began to buzz at the sight of the powerful brown tom, her pulse racing as her heart thrummed inside her chest. A deep, almost violent desire rushed through Adder like a drug, setting her mind and senses on fire as each aspect of the tom revealed itself to her in greater detail, almost as if she had never seen him before.
So strong, so handsome with his fur and maw covered in blood, so confident, so cunning, so, so, so enthralling, and Seul’s right paw no less. More than anything, she wanted to brush up against him, to call him hers at last-but she kept her thoughts to herself, letting none of her emotions be shown in her face. In the presence of her lord she must follow custom. Standing tall, yet with reverence, and respect, which must be given, always, she dropped the half-dead inferior’s body in front of her leader.
Soon. One day, she would be worthy of him.
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"I'LL SAVE YOU IZUMI!"
“KIBA NO!”
Before Antony could react as Izumi charged for him, a high-pitched cry came from behind him, soon followed by the white bobtail’s frantic screams as she crashed into him. Another moment later and the three young cats were in a tangle, Izumi and Marc helplessly entwined as Kiba perched on top of Marc, slashing at his face.
Panic rushed through the golden tom as he felt Izumi’s small and warm frame so close to his, the shock of it greater than the pain of the small scratch along the side of his face. For a moment he nearly felt himself relax, in the midst of all the blood and insanity, felling her soft breathing. Then his shock and common sense resurfaced and he flinched, kicking the other two away and disentangling himself. Staggering to his paws and backing up a few steps, he stared at the two, his heavy rate of breathing disproportionate with the amount of energy he actually exerted.
The bobtail was the weapon, and from now on he must disassociate herself from him. Make her hate him, despise him. There could be no connection between them, no trail of scent leading from the scene of the crime back to his paws. The plan was set; he must move cautiously from there.
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds
“What is this? Backstabbing?” he hissed, rising to his paws. His voice was lower than before, still youthful, yet with something darker laced into it. Crueler. On light paws he hopped a step away from the two bobtails, taking in the sight of them. So different in appearance, one dark, one light, but there was no doubt from the way they treated one another that they were siblings.
Fixing his gaze on Izumi’s white fur, he thought of the white fur of Seul, the loathsome clean fur, so immaculate when the great Caesar’s was tainted with blood and a thousand gashes. The tom thought of the dead body of his great leader, of the smirk on Seul’s face as he paraded over the dead body of Antony’s leader, his mentor, almost his father, befouling, defiling Julius. An old trick, but one that worked quite well; his eyes instantly filled with pure hatred and homicidal intent.
Any trust Izumi might have about him must be eradicated. She must see him as one of Seul’s dogs, no more.
One mask slid off, another on.
“Heh.”
Claws slid out of their sheathes and Antony lunged for the two bobtails. With an agile movement he rolled to one side and kicked at Izumi before tumbling over and leaping onto her twin. Snarling, he aimed a barrage of slashes at the small kit, dodging left and the right. Using his larger size and his athletic build to his advantage, the golden-furred fighter leaped back and forth over the black-furred tom, swiping at Kiba as he went. Playtime was over.
Sparrow:
A rather tasteless scraping sound drew the attention of Seul's accusing glare, though once the tom spotted the cause of the unstately noise he could not fight a satisfied smirk.
Brutus was the perfect lackey, constantly attentive to Seul's every whim. It pleased the pure white tom to no end to see him dragging a pan of clean water like the dog he resembled, the oversized tom's collar glinting in the light.
Brutus, however, was very easily taken for granted. After all, the massive tom had been there for Seul for many moons before and had almost become a part of the white tom's psyche. He barely went anywhere without Brutus nowadays, simply because the tom was to proficient at knowing what to do to make his master happy.
“My Lord,”
With a sigh of contentment, Seul dipped his bloodied and tainted paws in the clean liquid to clean them.
"Ah, Brutus you're a life saver."
He purred, shaking his paws around in the water and making little sloshing noises as the liquid bounced around in its container. For a few moments Seul was lost in the utter bliss that was becoming clean once more. The blood oozing off his paws and into the water, seeping into the once clean liquid as if he defiled everything he touched, though he was fine with that ideology as long as he himself remained spotless.
"All praise. My fur is finally closer to its original glory."
He murmured to himself, drawing his wet paws out of the water to lick them clean, a smile drifting over his mouth among the screams that echoed around him as he fluffed out his fur once more, for all the world an immaculate kitten in a two-leg den, completely at peace.
Only when he had finished did the gang leader bother to open his eyes once more, only to see that an inferior lay before him, the scout Adder, obviously rather infatuated with Brutus from the eyes she was giving him.
Again Adder? I thought you were done with such ridiculous games...
Seul's eyes hovered upon Marc Antony, who had just disentangled himself from the tiny black kitten. He seemed put out and out of breath for some reason, was that a hint of-
No.
He had leaped at the tiny black kitten now, obviously the white she-cat's little brother from the way they acted with one another, and had evident felicidal intent. There was no way what Seul had originally thought could be true. No wooing could ever be done through deliberately killing a girl's brother.
It was impressive though. Seul had had his doubts about Marc's ability to carry out acts of extreme violence. He was only a kitten after all, and the kill a fellow youth was a vile activity, yet he was doing it.
I might have better uses for him yet!
Seul smirked, turning his head away to allow Marc to continue. Why should he care if little Izumi's brother was slaughtered? He only wanted the girl.
Turning back to Adder and Brutus, he regarded the bloodied cat at his paws with some relish. Adder had done well, the she-cat was almost unrecognisable, blood poured into the gutters. The only down side was that the innocent she-cat was out cold.
"Perhaps scout is not the best station for you Adder..."
He mused, drawing his right paw out to hover over Loish's features. Such power over another cat, her life in his paws, Seul held his breath from the sheer tension of it all, his heart speeding excitedly. He would end her...But how?
Ideas rushed through his head like so many fireworks, sparking and ricochetting from corner to corner. Finally he settled on one.
With a muffled giggle, Seul slammed the pan of mingled blood, vomit and water over onto Loish, waking her up in a splutter of agony as she accidentally swallowed some.
With a wail Loish opened her eyes, seeing Adder, Seul and Brutus looming over her, but not for long, with a snicker snack sound Seul slashed her belly open, and all she could think of was pain as the light faded from her eyes, not a drop of her blood tainting Seul's fur as he drew his paw away, his red claws in as he licked them to clean himself, relishing her death.
"Consider yourself promoted. I want to at the next event I hold. You answer directly to Brutus now, he'll set you to some far more useful tasks than carrying messages and spying."
He mewed, standing and flicking his tail up high in the air.
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Izumi crashed into Marc, her head pressing close to his chest as the pair descended into a pile of white and golden struggling fur. She could hear Kiba yowling victoriously, but much closer was the quick beat of the tom's heart, its tempo matching Izumi's own in her fear for her younger brother. For just a moment though, everything seemed to hold still, his warm presence, his fast heart. Yet as she felt her face flush Izumi recoiled, what was she thinking? He may seem nice enough but he was still Seul's lackey! No good could come of him!
At almost the same time he kicked out at her, and the pair wriggled apart violently, Izumi desperate to shove his influence away, to clear her fogging head.
Izumi panted, her hackles rising uncomfortably as Kiba, oblivious to all, bounced up and down aggressively in front of her, driven by the scratch he had given the golden tom and cocky as a terrier.
"THAT'S RIGHT! LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE YOU RAT!"
He huffed, his tiny little hackles poofing up as he danced around, for all the world as if he were huge.
"Kiba- Kiba you idiot!"
Izumi breathed, as the golden tom's countenance took a macabre turn, his eyes glinting dangerously as his posture took on a serious pose.
“What is this? Backstabbing?”
"It's me you want. Leave him out of it."
Izumi mewed, taking a step in front of her twin brother and shoving the smaller kit backwards, but the tom was looking then up and down with a calculation that made her stomach do a sickly flip. Fear laced her blood, her ears moving backwards despite herself at the look in his eyes. He could kill, she could see it there. He had been toying with her before, and if he took a turn for the serious, something Izumi had ironically wished for only moments ago, someone was sure to die.
“Heh.”
It was enough of a cue for Izumi to act upon, but she simply didn't do so fast enough, her claws dragged at his legs as he kicked at her, the she-cat having reared and unsheathed them, but the kick itself send her reeling as he leaped onto Kiba.
The little kit himself never saw Marc coming. With a cry he fell under the tom's attack, desperately trying to defend himself from the onslaught of claws that ripped at his tiny quivering frame. With a sob he realised that his sister had been right, yet he couldn't take back his actions and didn't want to, he would try to protect her to the end. Now he curled up in a ball, expecting this to be his end.
Izumi screamed, charging at Marc with blood on her mind. She used her momentum to try and smash the tom away from her brother with a strength she was not aware she had ever possessed. She moved to stand with her brother's form between her quivering front legs, in a crouch and glaring at Marc.
"You will not touch him. I will die before you do that again."
She hissed, ready for just that. She had been wrong about this tom. No matter what playfulness or supposed kindness he might have shown, it had obviously been a mask. This was the real him. This monster, this dog.
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Izumi's scream set Seul's teeth on edge, his chocolate eyes taking an agitated turn as he saw her baring her fangs at Marc, her brother terrified below her.
All part of the process, I don't need that stupid little brother of hers...
He told himself, yet the situation seemed far too familiar for comfort... The littermate killed by a gang cat, the loss, the horror. Could he let her go through what he himself had had to go through as a kitten? He remembered his brother's death all too clearly, remembered to intense suffering he himself had gone through, the mental scars.
Yes.
Yes.
Now she will be just like me.
He purred, but her words sent a chill to his heart. She would- die - before the gutterkit touched her brother? That wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.
"GUTTERKIT! That's quite enough. I think she's learned her lesson."
Seul yowled, prowling towards the trio with his tail swaying in snidely hidden agitation.
For Izumi to live, for her to become his mate, he would need to keep the tiny scrap of black fur alive, else she might think things for herself that were a little too morbid. With a sneer Seul shoved Marc with a pure white paw, glancing at Izumi and Kiba.
"You two may both leave."
He mewed, then glared at Marc, who was obviously the "bad guy" in Izumi's mindset.
"Gutterkit, you've earned your title for this. How could you attack one who is so young? Or so close to such an obviously higher-classed she-cat than yourself?"
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Izumi, too shocked and petrified for words, could barely contain her disgust and surprise. Higher-classed? He was letting them... leave?
Kiba, crouched beneath Izumi, whispered something up to her the was so quiet she barely caught it.
"Are---e---drea---ing?"
She shook her head slowly, glad that Seul's attention was on the golden tom instead of her. He was obviously just as crazy as rumour said. She hated the way he was looking at her, felt defiled by his eyes, which seemed not to know where to stop. With disgust she shivered.
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"I, Seul of Spotless Killings, hereby give you the title of Marcus Antonius the Kitkiller. Few could sink as low as you Marc."
He hissed, his eyes taking on a look of pure accusation before softening as he turned to look at the frozen Izumi, chocolate brown meeting a frightened bright blue.
"I hope to see you again young lady."
He purred, prancing away with a sweep of his tail.
"Fun's over everyone! Clear out!"
He yowled, dissapearing into an alley.
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Izumi was dumbstruck, and barely had the time to cast a death glare at Marc before her brother was dragging her desperately away, in case Seul changed his mind.
"Gutterkit!"
She snarled at Marc, before Kiba pulled her away. There was no way that Izumi would ever think of that tom in a positive light again.
Marcus Antonius, the name of Seul's dog.
Brutus was the perfect lackey, constantly attentive to Seul's every whim. It pleased the pure white tom to no end to see him dragging a pan of clean water like the dog he resembled, the oversized tom's collar glinting in the light.
Brutus, however, was very easily taken for granted. After all, the massive tom had been there for Seul for many moons before and had almost become a part of the white tom's psyche. He barely went anywhere without Brutus nowadays, simply because the tom was to proficient at knowing what to do to make his master happy.
“My Lord,”
With a sigh of contentment, Seul dipped his bloodied and tainted paws in the clean liquid to clean them.
"Ah, Brutus you're a life saver."
He purred, shaking his paws around in the water and making little sloshing noises as the liquid bounced around in its container. For a few moments Seul was lost in the utter bliss that was becoming clean once more. The blood oozing off his paws and into the water, seeping into the once clean liquid as if he defiled everything he touched, though he was fine with that ideology as long as he himself remained spotless.
"All praise. My fur is finally closer to its original glory."
He murmured to himself, drawing his wet paws out of the water to lick them clean, a smile drifting over his mouth among the screams that echoed around him as he fluffed out his fur once more, for all the world an immaculate kitten in a two-leg den, completely at peace.
Only when he had finished did the gang leader bother to open his eyes once more, only to see that an inferior lay before him, the scout Adder, obviously rather infatuated with Brutus from the eyes she was giving him.
Again Adder? I thought you were done with such ridiculous games...
Seul's eyes hovered upon Marc Antony, who had just disentangled himself from the tiny black kitten. He seemed put out and out of breath for some reason, was that a hint of-
No.
He had leaped at the tiny black kitten now, obviously the white she-cat's little brother from the way they acted with one another, and had evident felicidal intent. There was no way what Seul had originally thought could be true. No wooing could ever be done through deliberately killing a girl's brother.
It was impressive though. Seul had had his doubts about Marc's ability to carry out acts of extreme violence. He was only a kitten after all, and the kill a fellow youth was a vile activity, yet he was doing it.
I might have better uses for him yet!
Seul smirked, turning his head away to allow Marc to continue. Why should he care if little Izumi's brother was slaughtered? He only wanted the girl.
Turning back to Adder and Brutus, he regarded the bloodied cat at his paws with some relish. Adder had done well, the she-cat was almost unrecognisable, blood poured into the gutters. The only down side was that the innocent she-cat was out cold.
"Perhaps scout is not the best station for you Adder..."
He mused, drawing his right paw out to hover over Loish's features. Such power over another cat, her life in his paws, Seul held his breath from the sheer tension of it all, his heart speeding excitedly. He would end her...But how?
Ideas rushed through his head like so many fireworks, sparking and ricochetting from corner to corner. Finally he settled on one.
With a muffled giggle, Seul slammed the pan of mingled blood, vomit and water over onto Loish, waking her up in a splutter of agony as she accidentally swallowed some.
With a wail Loish opened her eyes, seeing Adder, Seul and Brutus looming over her, but not for long, with a snicker snack sound Seul slashed her belly open, and all she could think of was pain as the light faded from her eyes, not a drop of her blood tainting Seul's fur as he drew his paw away, his red claws in as he licked them to clean himself, relishing her death.
"Consider yourself promoted. I want to at the next event I hold. You answer directly to Brutus now, he'll set you to some far more useful tasks than carrying messages and spying."
He mewed, standing and flicking his tail up high in the air.
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Izumi crashed into Marc, her head pressing close to his chest as the pair descended into a pile of white and golden struggling fur. She could hear Kiba yowling victoriously, but much closer was the quick beat of the tom's heart, its tempo matching Izumi's own in her fear for her younger brother. For just a moment though, everything seemed to hold still, his warm presence, his fast heart. Yet as she felt her face flush Izumi recoiled, what was she thinking? He may seem nice enough but he was still Seul's lackey! No good could come of him!
At almost the same time he kicked out at her, and the pair wriggled apart violently, Izumi desperate to shove his influence away, to clear her fogging head.
Izumi panted, her hackles rising uncomfortably as Kiba, oblivious to all, bounced up and down aggressively in front of her, driven by the scratch he had given the golden tom and cocky as a terrier.
"THAT'S RIGHT! LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE YOU RAT!"
He huffed, his tiny little hackles poofing up as he danced around, for all the world as if he were huge.
"Kiba- Kiba you idiot!"
Izumi breathed, as the golden tom's countenance took a macabre turn, his eyes glinting dangerously as his posture took on a serious pose.
“What is this? Backstabbing?”
"It's me you want. Leave him out of it."
Izumi mewed, taking a step in front of her twin brother and shoving the smaller kit backwards, but the tom was looking then up and down with a calculation that made her stomach do a sickly flip. Fear laced her blood, her ears moving backwards despite herself at the look in his eyes. He could kill, she could see it there. He had been toying with her before, and if he took a turn for the serious, something Izumi had ironically wished for only moments ago, someone was sure to die.
“Heh.”
It was enough of a cue for Izumi to act upon, but she simply didn't do so fast enough, her claws dragged at his legs as he kicked at her, the she-cat having reared and unsheathed them, but the kick itself send her reeling as he leaped onto Kiba.
The little kit himself never saw Marc coming. With a cry he fell under the tom's attack, desperately trying to defend himself from the onslaught of claws that ripped at his tiny quivering frame. With a sob he realised that his sister had been right, yet he couldn't take back his actions and didn't want to, he would try to protect her to the end. Now he curled up in a ball, expecting this to be his end.
Izumi screamed, charging at Marc with blood on her mind. She used her momentum to try and smash the tom away from her brother with a strength she was not aware she had ever possessed. She moved to stand with her brother's form between her quivering front legs, in a crouch and glaring at Marc.
"You will not touch him. I will die before you do that again."
She hissed, ready for just that. She had been wrong about this tom. No matter what playfulness or supposed kindness he might have shown, it had obviously been a mask. This was the real him. This monster, this dog.
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Izumi's scream set Seul's teeth on edge, his chocolate eyes taking an agitated turn as he saw her baring her fangs at Marc, her brother terrified below her.
All part of the process, I don't need that stupid little brother of hers...
He told himself, yet the situation seemed far too familiar for comfort... The littermate killed by a gang cat, the loss, the horror. Could he let her go through what he himself had had to go through as a kitten? He remembered his brother's death all too clearly, remembered to intense suffering he himself had gone through, the mental scars.
Yes.
Yes.
Now she will be just like me.
He purred, but her words sent a chill to his heart. She would- die - before the gutterkit touched her brother? That wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.
"GUTTERKIT! That's quite enough. I think she's learned her lesson."
Seul yowled, prowling towards the trio with his tail swaying in snidely hidden agitation.
For Izumi to live, for her to become his mate, he would need to keep the tiny scrap of black fur alive, else she might think things for herself that were a little too morbid. With a sneer Seul shoved Marc with a pure white paw, glancing at Izumi and Kiba.
"You two may both leave."
He mewed, then glared at Marc, who was obviously the "bad guy" in Izumi's mindset.
"Gutterkit, you've earned your title for this. How could you attack one who is so young? Or so close to such an obviously higher-classed she-cat than yourself?"
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Izumi, too shocked and petrified for words, could barely contain her disgust and surprise. Higher-classed? He was letting them... leave?
Kiba, crouched beneath Izumi, whispered something up to her the was so quiet she barely caught it.
"Are---e---drea---ing?"
She shook her head slowly, glad that Seul's attention was on the golden tom instead of her. He was obviously just as crazy as rumour said. She hated the way he was looking at her, felt defiled by his eyes, which seemed not to know where to stop. With disgust she shivered.
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"I, Seul of Spotless Killings, hereby give you the title of Marcus Antonius the Kitkiller. Few could sink as low as you Marc."
He hissed, his eyes taking on a look of pure accusation before softening as he turned to look at the frozen Izumi, chocolate brown meeting a frightened bright blue.
"I hope to see you again young lady."
He purred, prancing away with a sweep of his tail.
"Fun's over everyone! Clear out!"
He yowled, dissapearing into an alley.
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Izumi was dumbstruck, and barely had the time to cast a death glare at Marc before her brother was dragging her desperately away, in case Seul changed his mind.
"Gutterkit!"
She snarled at Marc, before Kiba pulled her away. There was no way that Izumi would ever think of that tom in a positive light again.
Marcus Antonius, the name of Seul's dog.