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Post by isilzheha on Aug 6, 2008 10:03:52 GMT -5
Condemned to the lies of the innocent. The cheating of the loved ones. It was all very plain to the looming shadow that slid across the ground as if it were apart of them itself. Muscles rippled up and down such a bodice maimed by some scars hither and nigh. Tail lashed, curved up as if it, too, had eyes and was watching the back. Paws were silent, pads meeting the cracked and dried earth. Mercilessly wicked green orbs were both hidden by a bowed head that casted shadows, and slashing through the very air before them. Shoulders rolled, pressing up like daggers against his flexing skin before rolling back down again. He looked like a demon when he was this way. Triangular but torn audits flickered in their plight to catch a sound of another. Nothing but the roiling winds drifting across and dragging along the dirt particles. He was alone. The way he liked it best. His jaws parted slightly, and it looked as if darkness itself might pour out of his jowls. Of course, such a thing wouldn't happen. He scanned his green hues over the terrace, the desolate one, but saw nothing of interest. Tall dry grasses hear and there, a single bird swooping low, ready to scavenge anything that lay out there. He turned his crania, scar shifting a bit as he did so, catching the light and flashing a sort of light pink. He took no notice. He stopped a moment and gazed over once more, seeing if any forms would take shape, but of course they didn't. Not yet, anyways. He lived for these lands that so abandoned him to his own self doom. He lived for the moments where death was the tragedy nobody cared for, or even really noticed. It wasn't new to him, see, it was all so familiar. He was nonplussed when the bird began to circle about him. After all, he was just another piece of meat to be had by the bird that was a crow.
He slid across the ground with grace as he began to move again, paws silent as ever, claws hidden except for the tips slightly. He flexed his jaws, and then stopped once more, about ten feet from where he had just been standing. He inched his forepaws up, digging into the ground each time as if clawing up the side of a tree. He flexed his paws, his claws splayed out as he stretched, rump presented to the crow. His back arched, and he heard a crack as he stretched. He flexed his legs until he could feel a slight burning sensation coursing through his body. How he'd do anything for a lick of pain. On somebody else, anyways. He sheathed his claws again and then dragged his hind legs down, stretching them out. He closed his eyes as he did this, audits flickering to and fro as he waited for another to grace his presence. Something or another. The whistle of the air lapped at his ears and his body, making him turn face to the sound and the source. He lifted his lip partly, teeth exposed ever so slightly. He doesn't have a clue why he's here, for he had done no wrong but defending himself. He's never one for preliminaries, and he definitely dislikes being crowded by too many people. He'd feel suffocated if he joined in with another. A light grumble sounded through his chest as he watched the crow descend upon something down a slight slope. It shrieked its sound and disappeared from sight, leaving a few feathers to trail behind it. He growled, and felt a sudden adrenaline pulsate through him. He leaped forth and began racing across the ground with break neck speed. Silky pelt pressed down despite its shortness, and his head squared down as he raced toward the bird, feeling a weird overcoming sense of determination. He made no sound, no snarl or growl, just simply moving in for the kill. He circled about a bit, rounding around so he knew he would be behind the bird. He flattened his ears and concentrated, gren eyes flashing with speckles of blue in the sunlight, showing the fierce sparkle as he moved. He slid across the ground, and noticed he had timed it just right.
He carried his momentum forth and leaped just as the crow was moving to take flight again, seeming to find no interest in its finding. Unfortunately, the bird never took flight. Ghost smashed into it, and he tilted his body, claws digging in as he dragged the bird over the ground, tumbling a bit as he had his fore paws preoccupied. The bird squawked meekly, and Ghost hissed and snapped his head forth, teeth sinking into the tiny neck. He felt the crunch and heard the snap. he took his anger out upon the helpless bird. Humans were no good to him, and neither was this bird. He snarled as he dropped the flightless bodice before him, fangs bloodied ever so slightly as he stood, waiting for another to attempt to snatch his meal. None did, though. So he took the liberty over the fallen meat, and lowered his head, hues gazing before him, legs crouched a bit as he dug into the meat through the feathers. It might have looked sick, but it didn't taste as such. The crimson liquid graced his slightly parched throat, and he almost eagerly tore into it, but he had to take his time. One thing he knew was that you had to be quick, but paced.
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Puppet;; Ghost NightShade
Puppet Master's Words;; Dance little kitty. ;]
Kill Count;;943 [/blockquote] |
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Post by rowan on Aug 9, 2008 9:46:31 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for taking forever to get to this. Awesome post btw -stares in awe-
The silver tabby tom truthfully could not have answered had someone asked him where he was headed and why. Sentiments might have come into the equation a bit - after all, this was where he'd been abandoned by his old owners. Unlike other cats however, his fur didn't bristle with anger just thinking about how they'd left him to die. He was thankful, truthfully, Even at the time he'd been happy. It would have let him search for Dapple so they could be together. He shifted his weight uneasily. After a moment, he raised his head, eyes flashing. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, he'd loved Dapple. So what? He loved Violet that and it was the present that was important. But Rowan knew that the source of his uncomfort was not the fact that he had once loved another she-cat - he hadn't even known Violet back then so he could be held to no offense. He'd chosen Violet over Dapple. That meant something to him.
It also meant that he'd turned his back on Dapple - and that was something that Rowan felt uncomfortable thinking about. They'd been childhood friends and then lovers and when the farmers had tried to take her away Rowan had fought like a madbest to save him to no luck. And then - his stomach clenched - he'd cried out to her that he would always love her and that he'd find her one day and they would be together like they wanted. Rowan closed his eyes, feeling guilty and confused. In all likelihood, Dapple had moved on, right? But - and here was the part that kept him up at night - what if she hadn't? What if she was out there somewhere, waiting for him because she'd believed him? He'd meant those words when he'd cried them out to her and he'd vowed to himself that he'd go to the ends of the world to get her back.
But things change.
With a start, Rowan realized that he was trembling and he sat down, his long tail curling around his paws. He needed to find Dapple. He'd been telling himself this for so long. He needed to find her and explain to her what had happened in case she was waiting for him. His stomach clenched again at that possibility. How could he do that? How could he go and find that she'd been waiting for him? She'd be so happy to see him, thinking they could be together now. She'd tell him she'd known all along that he would come as he'd promised. She'd tell him she'd believed him. And then she gaze at him with her soft eyes expectantly, waiting for him to say something in return.
And he'd tell her that he was with someone else.
Rising to his feet with an anguished cry, Rowan began to run along the road, his paws pounding the dirt. Maybe if he just ran as fast as he could, he could run away from all his problems - leave them in the dust till it settled over them and hid them from view. From everyone. But mostly from himself. His eyes burned with anger and confusion but there was something else there too. Guilt. Because the more he thought of finding Dapple, the more one thing became apparent to him. He wanted to see Dapple. And not just because he needed to tell her about Violet. Not just because he owed it to her. But because he missed her. Because he wanted to see her pretty calico fur and the ways her eyes sparkled when she was happy. He wanted to feel her soft pelt press up against his and feel her soft purring. He wanted to feel her tail twining with his and he wanted to hear her say "I love you, Rowan," one more time.
"No!" Rowan came to a halt, panting as he fought to regain his breath, a wild look in his eyes. "No," he repeated - a whisper this time. He couldn't want those things. He couldn't! He was with Violet know. He loved Violet. They had kits, damn it! Trembling, Rowan felt a tear fall down his cheek. And then another. He loved Violet, he truly did. And their kits were the most amazing things in the world. He should be there now with them - with his family - instead of running off. But he couldn't change that now. Still trembling, his thoughts came back to him and Rowan had to accept that they were true. He still loved Dapple. He had always had. But he had Violet now. Besides, he didn't want to go back to Dapple. Dapple was his first love but Violet would be his last.
Of course, that didn't seem to prevent him from missing Dapple. He needed to see her, if only for closure. They'd never had that luxury. She'd been ripped away from him and then he'd met someone else while he was supposed to be looking for her. His claws unsheated in the dirt and his tail lashed back and forth with irritation and fury. How could he have done that? He'd promised Dapple he'd find her and they'd live together happily ever after. How could he have predicted that he'd meet Violet? He couldn't have. But that still didn't make his actions right.
He would find Dapple and explain things to her like he'd been saying he would. He wouldn't put it off any longer. This would be done tonight. When he returned to Violet and the kittens, his issues would be behind him and they could just all be happy together. Rowan was startled from his reverie by the sharp tangy scent of blood. He froze, his eyes peering into the darkness for an instant before he saw the cat and the bird. Relaxing slightly, Rowan padded forward softly, dipping his head in greeting. "Hello," he said after a moment.
He sounded as hollow as he felt.
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Post by isilzheha on Aug 11, 2008 16:01:31 GMT -5
A deep dwelling of things settled upon his soul, and his bodice tensed, flanks flexing as he shifted his position, jaw rapidly opening and closing, head jerking slightly. See, it's hard for cats to eat without lips. Quite obvious. His audits laid flat against his skull, and he growled deep within his scarred chest. His eyes rolled up, nostrils pointing up slightly as he smelled the air. The scent drifted across him, but then stopped as the wind grew softer. A piece of meat hung from his maw, and he let the growl dissipate as he heard nothing, and smelled nothing as the wind ebbed dwn. He flung his head, clamping on the meat slightly, letting it go down easily this time around. He flicked his tail and crouched low, eyes moving to the trees, his slitted pupils dilating. A racoon appeared, but he growled, fur poofing up, bloodied fangs bared as he lowered his head. The animal was younger, and knew he wasn't worth a fight, and shuffled off, leaving him to return to his meal. His fur flattened out, and he let it, green eyes gazing forth as they relaxed, their mixture with blue catching the light, his audits moving to the side as he listened.
He tilted his head and listened as the sound of rocks rolling across the ground reached his ears. If the wind had been blowing, he might not have been able to hear it, but he was actually listening. Unlike many others. His tail flicked uneasily as he chewed on a rather chunky part, the chest and neck of the bird almost completely gone. His eyes flashed and his ehad snapped up as the scent of another reached his nostrils. Automatically the growl started in, deep and smooth, smothered by the wind slightly. Whoever this one was, he'd better back off. Finished with his fill, he let himself push up to his full height, paws creating a cage around the kill, his forepaws in a tiny pool of blood. He watched a sleek form stand in the dark before moving forth. By mere instinct Ghost tensed, muscles flexing as he stood, pupils dilating as they tried to collect the provided slivers of light, letting him see the younger cat stalk forth.
He pricked his audits as he dipped his head and spoke his cold and quite bland words, and Ghost merely stood there, eyes boring into him. At least until he bobbed his own head in a sort of welcoming greeting. He kept his stance, slightly crouched, the half-eaten bird beneath his stomach. He didn't know why this feline, whom smelled nothing like the musky scent of humans, was even here, bothering with other cats. He kept his voice, biting his tongue, his nose twitching as a wind blew over him, rolling across his face pleasantly. Almost like a caress. He flicked his tail, the snake-like structure slithering much like the anatomy implied.
Ooc;; Finished. Blah. Not my favorite post, let me tell you. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by rowan on Aug 27, 2008 9:45:27 GMT -5
Rowan felt a surge of impatience. "I said hello!" he snapped angrily, eyes narrowing. Trying to calm himself, he bent down to give his fur a few licks. Something about the familiar routine was relaxing. "You could at least say something instead of ignoring me like I don't exist when I've gone out of my way to be friendly and make conversation," he muttered, the words running into each other but still understandable. With a sigh, he straightened up, glancing at the other tom - studying him. A silver tabby like himself. Rowan snorted, suddenly reminded of Calypso. He'd also been a silver tabby and he'd been not so pleasant to be around. Not that was about to start being judgmental based on fur color. This tom's disdainful-seeming personality had just sparked off the memory.
He scowled, his tail curling around his front paws in his sitting position. He hadn't liked Calypso. So maybe he was judging this tom a little early - he hadn't even spoken - but he didn't cared. Were first impressions mostly right? His jaw set with determination. He wasn't about to change his mind, for some reason he was feeling quite stubborn right now. He didn't like this cat. "What have you been up to? Enjoying life here? Anything exciting happen?" Rowan's voice mimicked that of a friendly welcomer or even the questions he might have asked had he taken a liking to this tom. His tone made it quite clear he was being sarcastic - mocking him even. He rolled his eyes. There was no logical reason for him to already dislike the tom so much but he just did.
Maybe it was his mood. He hadn't exactly been happy before running into this guy. It was impossible to be when thinking about the Dapple-Violet situation. Debating the whole conundrum. Rowan gave a low growl. He didn't want to think about that again. Not when remembered how his thoughts had gotten dangerously close to... He growled again, sharper this time. He was ignoring the other tom now - giving him a dose of his own medicine - so he didn't care to see what he would make of this. Rowan sighed, bending to continue grooming himself all over. He really did need to be distracted. And so he licked at his fur, focusing only on methodically cleaning himself - all other thoughts far away.
OOC: So so so sorry it took so long! And sorry for Rowan being all mean, he's quite troubled lately. Besides this'll work well for them getting into a fight lol xP
Admin's Note on November 27th: This thread is being archived due to inactivity, sorry. I spoke to Josh before and the plan was for them to get in a fight and Rowan to scar Ghost (Or was that someone else? You can choose that or not, no biggie). Might be re-opened later but for now, archives.
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