I won't bite... Hard.

[alcanderblackpaw]

Where are we going, Alcander?

Alcander shook listened carefully to the many voices in his head. "First of all, I'm running away from those bastard humans. Second of all, what do you think? A toy shop?" the black and white Siamese hissed, trudging along the well trodded path. He sighed, then screamed. Don't worry, Alcander. You're perfect the way you are. Being aggressive is alright. Alcander shook his head, but only to see the worse thing that his mind could do. He saw his mother, lying dead before him. He fell down crying. "Alright...," he sighed. He got back up, the image of his deceased mother faded away.

Alcander had mental issues. His father, he thought, had come back to haunt him. Alcander also believesd that he had brought many other cats that Alcander had killed, wounded, or he hadn't saved in running away from a fire in his child hood. His agreesion was caused byu the death of his mother, which he blamed his father for. And he had every right to. His father had killed his mother, for no reason that Alcander knew, really. For not having an excact replica of himself? Maybe... All Alcander knew was that his father was an agressive bastard who killed anyone who didn't obey his every command.

Alcander had one friendly voice that he heard once in a while. The voice of Clover. Clover Blackpaw, his mate. She was the most beautiful cat he had ever seen. He became her mate, but once again, his father tore his heart to peices by killing his only kind part of him to peices. Yes, Alcander's father had killed Clover. Alcander fought with all his might, but he in the end ended up with more wounds and bruises then his opponent. He ended up with a large section of his tail missing and a scar on the ridge of his nose.

Along with having many cuts and bruises, Alcander was deaf. Well, at least partially deaf. He can't hear normal talking, but he can read lips, which is comething he adapted over time. He sure was glad he had. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to know that Clover loved him.

Stop. Stop thinking about her, Alcander. Don't you know that we killed her? We hated her. She wasn't right for you.

Alcander screamed, wanting to do anything to get rid of the voices in his head. But he couldn't. "You hated her, but I loved her. I don't care what you think. She was mine and you killed her, you..." He stopped. If he said much more, his father and his minions would send that dreaded image...

[Raven Soulreaver]

A solid black figure had wandered it's way into the woods far from the more humaniod populated area. Raven, the solid black colored she-cat felt a little safer here, here away from humans and any other type of socializing she might come in contact with while out in the open, where cats and humans bussled busily. Her lips parted slightly and a soft sigh escaped her maw, life here as a stray, by herself mind you, was very lonely and a little dull. However she secretly enjoyed meeting new cats, although she was not well with socializing with them, she took joy in observing others and learning about them from afar.

However a part of her longed to get close to someone, to be loved in other words. Her nose winkled and she gave a gruff sounding scoff. 'I don't need anyone... I'm fine by myself as a stray. I don't need Sprite, or Frost.' She thought her silver orbs glassed over with a hard emotionless glaze at the mentioning of Frost's name. 'Frost, that bastard.' She growled mentally, roughly kicking aside a rock that unfortunate for it had been in the middle of her mild raging path.

Subcontiously, the she-cat tugged her long fluffy black tail closer to her body. She could remember the pain, the pain of her rectum burning burning from the penetration it endured while she was weak and vunerable. She hissed aloud, glaring at a near by rock, how could Frost do such a thing? She trusted him, and she even fell in love with him and he took that trust and manipulated it then crushed it and left her to die, broken.

Her distant silver orbs fell upon a black and white figure slowly approuching her on the horizen. At first she thought her eyes where playing tricks on her, before they wided with alarm. What was a cat doing all the way out here? She laid her black rims back on her skull and tugged her tail closer to her body, insercure at the moment in the drowning pain of memories she was so deep into. Would this tom attempt to speak to her on be on his way?

[alcanderblackpaw]

Deep in thought, the tom didn't realize that the she-cat was there until he was a few yards away from her. And when he did, he had to take a second look. "Are you playing tricks on me again?" He said this quietly, in a soft, gruff mumble. He didn't want to see another cat. Not now. He was too agressive, and this was a she-cat who resembled Clover quite closely; she only was missing the green eyes.

He glanced up at the she-cat, hoping she hadn't said anything; if she did he couldn't have heard her. He scanned her, his icey blue eyes flickering. But they were squinted suddenly, as the voices took charge. Where's the agression, boy? So what, she looks like that b****, Clover. Just move on. Alcander shook his head. "No," he mumbled tom himself, his eyes to the ground.

He looked back up at the she cat, and tried to say something, anything, that wouldn't make her run away. But he didn't want to see that... He didn't even like thinking about it. "Hey," he said, cringing, hoping that that sounded mean enough for his 'father,' if he was even in there. He sighed... Then he gave a scream. There it was again.

"I'm sorry..." Alcander apologized, and ignored the image of his mother. This was going along nicely. He just had to ignore it... No matter how horrible it was.

[Raven Soulreaver]

The anti-social she-cat watched the tom walk up to her and he stopped, she winced as he did so. She wished he would have just kept going on his way. "Hey," He said to her, Raven took note on the slight monotone in his voice and the fact it was slightly above normal tone. She also took note that his voice was thick with mixed emotions, he seemed like he was forcing himself to speak to her. 'I wish he wasn't.' She sighed, she could usually tell a lot about another cat just by the way the walked, and spoke or acted toward others. Judging from this male, he seemed to have difficulty with others like herself and judging from the way his voice sounded he was going through some pain. She also noted he might have trouble hearing by the way his voice was slightly raised when he spoke to her.

Sudden an blood curtling scream emit from the tom's maw and the she-cat startled, jumped up to her four paws with the fur on her back raised all the way down her spine and her tail fluffed up to twice it's normal size. She calmed down when he did and apologized she nodded slightly to the tom, unsure of what to say. Was he crazy? Mental, or did something just frighten him she did not notice? Slowly blinking the silver orbed female opened her maw and softly spoke. "I'm Raven." She introduced herself, pausing for a moment before adding; "Soulreaver." She needed to remember to give her lastname, however of little importance it was, it's not like she was going to be mates with this brute, he had no reason to know her lastname. Shrugging to herself mentally, it just seemed more polite in a way, everyone did it it seemed.

Sighing, the she-cat looked at the tom before her, his white and black coat was neat, and his icey blue orbs reminded her of Frost's eyes, this in turned made her shiver. She subcontiously pulled her tail closer to her body. Frost would forever be haunting her, now wouldn't he? She wouldn't rest until she knew she was safe from his merciless traps. She wondered where the tom was now... She was very sure he was still alive, just waiting to find her again and repeat what he did to her, she shuddered at the thought, once more pulling her tail closer to her.

[alcanderblackpaw]

Alcander watched the ebony fea's lips move, and nodded. "Alcander," he said, his mind not letting him say anything else.
She doesn't seem to want to be around you, Alcander. Why are you still standing here, then? Run. Alcander ignored it. He didn't want to leave. They seemed to have something in common, he just couldn't put his fingure on it.

His eyes darted to her nose. Was it the scar on both of their noses? That was a coincedence, he didn't think it was fate. His eyes squinted, then he closed them. 'Good boy, no keep them closed.' Alcander didn't know what his mind would do, but he shreiked in horror at what it showed him. Clover... His dear, sweet Clover, lying on the floor, writhing in pain, in a sickening position. Her leg was twisted backwards, her eyes plucked out, and her tail was bleeding, along with her side... Was that the way she had died? Alcander hadn't actually seen his father kill his mate, and when he discovered, it was from his father's word, and his father bringing Clover's corpse to Alcander.

"How could you?" he mumbled, keeping his lips together, his teeth clenched in fury. He wished so much that his father was still alive, so he could have revenge. He also wished that he still had his dear Clover. 'Stop thinking about her, Alcander. She's gone and you can do nothing about it.' Alcander then heard a scream in his mind. Clover. Then he heard her voice. "Don't listen to them, Alcander. Stay here..."

"But, Clover... I love you." Alcander mumbled to her. His eyes released a tear that trickled down his black and white face, onto the ground. "So do I, Alcander, but we must move on, like you always told me," Clover spoke in a soft voice, something that he didn't hear from anyone else. Actually, he never heard anyone speak except his 'voices,' as some cats called them. He saw a faint image of Clover, behind Raven. Then Alcander saw a faint image of his father, and then he saw his father kill Clover. Alcander dropped his head.

[Raven Soulreaver]

The she-cat winkled her nose slightly staring into the icey globes in front of her, she resisted the urge to shiver when she spoke, it was almost as if the icey orbs where speaking to her themselves. 'Alcander.' She repeated the name in her head, she noted he did not give his last name, it did not bother her but she just found some irony in it, she hadn't needed to tell him her last name after all. 'Figures.' She whispered to herself, before her silver orbs fell back on the tom before her.

There was just something about this guy made Raven nervous. Her ears flicked forward as he closed his eyes and looked like he was in a great deal of pain. Slight conserned, Raven found herself asking; "Are you okay?" She questioned tilting her head ever so slightly, curiously watching him, for some reason this tom interested her, yet at the same time frightened her greatly.

Another scream left the tom's maw and Raven jumped back once again alarmed and startled by the sudden outburst. "How could you?" The questioning words left the toms maw, leaving the poor she-cat confused. "Hm?" She mused with confusion and questioning thick in her soft muse. She furrowed her brows in confusion, what had she done to him? Was he even talking about her? Something told her he wasn't. 'This guy is mental.' She thought backing her black rims to her skull, crouching down a little fearful of the tom, if he was crazy as she expected, there was no telling what he might do to her.

Her tail quivered slightly, before she relaxed a little as he did slightly. 'I think it's over... for now...' She thought, her ears perking up slightly waiting for what he was to do next.

"But, Clover... I love you."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her silver orbs glanced around slightly before turning back to Alcander's icey ones. Was she being mistaken for someone else? She noticed his eyes where looking almost right past her, in a bit of an errie way. Shivering she ignored the double abnormal pound of her heart as he dropped his head. Was he okay? Would he be okay?

[alcanderblackpaw]

OOC: Gosh this guy is fun to RP XD;;

Alcander saw the fea talk to him, 'Are you okay?' she had said.

'Yes, Alcander, are you okay? See what you're doing to this fea? You are scaring her out of her wits.' Alcander nodded, ignoring his father's words. "I have..."

'Don't say it, boy.' Alcander's father's tone was a deep hiss, sending shivers up and down Alcander's spine. But he had to tell this fea what was wrong with him. "...voices." He finished his statement, trying with all his might to ignore the images his father tried to make him scream with.

Al hadn't heard the fea ask what was going on when he spoke to himself, his eyes were wrenched shut. But now he asked, "Did you say something before?" It was a quiet tone, different from how he usually spoke. His father sent an image of himself. 'Don't say anything else in the 'goody' tone of yours, boy.' The image said this, oddly. Usually the image was just... Like a photo. But it moved this time.

Alcander saw Raven close her eyes. "I won't... Hurt.... Y-you." He said it slowly, trying with all his might not to scream or cry or anything. He needed to tell her. He didn't want to hurt her, really. But his father controlled his thoughts, that was why he had to speak, not think.

"But you might," Alcander said, in-audibly. 'Yes, I might, Alcander. That is why you must leave if you like this 'Raven,' so much.'

Acander couldn't take much more. He needed some sort of comforting word... Clover probally wouldn't be able to speak to him, he had seen his father kill her.

"My full name is Alcander... Black... Paw." He spoke slowly still.

'And a disobedient one at that,' Alcander's father hissed. Alcander felt somewhat proud of himself.

[Raven Soulreaver]

"I have... Voices." The words came out as a painful whisper to Raven's ears. She both mentally and physically winced as she watched this tom named Alcander had a mental battle within himself. They seemed to be evenly matched for now. 'Voices huh... Mental disorder?' She wondered thinking how common they where. She had her disorder, her social disorder and he had a mental disorder. 'I'm sure disorders aren't common though, like ADD and ADHD.' She thought slowly blinking her silver orbs never taking them off the white and black splotched tom before her.

Slightly afraid his other half so to speak might latch out at her she's delt with enough mental crazies she didn't need another one. 'Frost where you mentally unstable as well?' She wonder averting her eyes to the ground like it was suddenly more interesting. She couldn't understand how Frost could be sweet to her one minute then a total jerk the next she needed someone to be a sweetheart to her all the time not part of the time.

"Did you say something before?" Her silver orbs looked up at the male feline and shook her head slightly. She wondered if he was hearing things like more voices, ones that sounded like her? Odd and kind of creepy in a way but she doubted that. From her earlier observation she could tell her had a hard time hearing so he was unsure so asked. "I wont'... hurt... Y-you." His next words where struggled as she debated weather or not to believe him. Slowly the she-cat nodded with a flick of her tail, her body language expressed she believed him. However by the way her ears lied gently on her head told him she was still slightly afraid and distrustful.

"But you might." Her ears perked forward slightly. Was she talking to her? No, he was speaking to one of his voices. So indeed this voice could take over and hurt her at whenever point it wanted to. A small shiver ran down the solid black felines spine causing the hairs on her back to stand up slightly. She could re-feel that pain Frost caused her. She mentally shuddered she didn't want to feel that pain again.

'Alcander Blackpaw.' She repeated the name in her head as he told it to her. 'At lest it's not Winterstorm.' She thought if it was she could safely say he was related to Frost and she would for sure run away. The name haunted her like a ghost haunted an empty abanded house. Frost Winterstorm. Such a cold name for such a cold tom.

[alcanderblackpaw]

OOC: I don't have much Alcander muse...;;

[alcanderblackpaw]

"Actually, I only have two. My father and my old..." He took a hearty breath. "Mate - Clover Blackpaw." He held himself back from telling her why she was his old mate, though he wanted to badly.

"And I won't hurt you." Alcander smiled weakly, cringing at the familiar image sent into his head. He ignored it. He knew what his father had done, why did he have to think about it anymore?

'Because... If you forget, you'll go on being nice, and instead of you killing someone, you will be killed.'

"Why do you care about me? You killed my mother for not having a son that looked like you, and you killed my mate for no reason but to hurt me, physically and mentally. You are a bastardly murderer and I don't wan't ANYTHING to do with you!" At the last sentence fell into a sitting position, feeling hurt, yetproud that he had conquered his father, atleast for a time, ntil he thought up a comback.

"Sorry. I had to get that out of me. I've been holding that in all these years, and now... It's out." He smiled weakly. "Sorry if I scared you..."

'Don't say that.'

"And I'm sorry was being so loud. And so wierd." Alcander smiled. He was doing this well. This was the first time he had ever talked nicely to someone but Clover.

OOC: Sorry for not getting on... And the short post.;;

[Raven Soulreaver]

At birth Raven had been cronically diagnosed Schizotypal personality disorder. Also known as Schizotypal Disorder, it is characterized by a need for social isolation, odd behavior and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs. Since she was little, Raven could not properly talk to others with out hesitation, or stammering. When Raven was old enough to walk she developed an odd behavior that made her dislike perfection. An un-perfectionist if you would. The site of perfection would make her go into an almost bloodlust state. In results she would go on a rampage and make sure what was once perfect was no longer perfect. Perfection, to her it was sick and disgusting, it reminded herself at how unperfect she was. She hated it all with a deep passion.

Blinking slowly, the solid black feline gave a short nod to the black and white tom before her. A sign she understood what he was saying. However, she wasn't sure she understood. How could he have his father and old mate inside his head? Was it an act of imagination or was he just insane? Both perhaps? It kind of made Raven feel better to know there where others out there that had it worse than she did. Was she heartless? No, she wasn't. She felt for those who did. Did she find herself lucky? No, she didn't. She thought of herself very unfortunate, like others. Did she think others where lucky? Yes, she did. Should she? Probably not.

"And I wont hurt you."

Those words fired out of his mouth like a loaded gun. She was unable to dodge the bullet as it hit it's targer and shot her straight in the chest. The pain felt real, but there was no blood. Words where a deep weapon that could hurt worse than a physical wound. She couldn't understand why it hurt. Those words, could she believe him? She wanted to but she was afraid to. She was afraid of him. She knew it was wrong and she souldn't. He was like her, he probably didn't want others to fear him. "I-I b-believe you." She stammered out naively. Was she being naive to trust this tom who was mental? A tom who's eyes matched that of Frost. A tom who had voices in his head? The voice of his father's and old mate?

Suddenly like thunder the seconds ago calm feline roared in pain and anger. This voice echoed in the jet black feline's ears causing her to back them. The words rushed at her like daggers and she despratly tired to dodge them all. His father killed his mother and his mate? Did that mean his father was now dead and his spirite was haunting him? Or did it mean he actually killed them? A shiver ran down Raven's spine. She had a bad feeling, it frightened her, but at the same time excited her. He apologized and said he'd been waiting to get that out of his system for a while. She nodded. She could somewhat understand that, she too had things she wished to get out of her system.

[alcanderblackpaw]

Alcander tried to smile... It was very hard for him, though. Being deaf and all, trying to hear her talk if she did, only to fail miserably. He hated the fact that he was deaf, hated the fact that his father was a murderer... Hated the fact that he let his mate go so easily.

But now, he had a new life to live. He had a new start, no matter how bad it had started already. He had to forget about what had happened, even if it was one of the hardest thing he would ever have to do. He had to move on, had to do what he thought best... Even if it meant having to forget about his dear Clover.

He sighed. How the heck was he going to do anything with his dissability, the thing that his father called a curse? Would he go back to his old life, of running around trying to find somewhere to kill himself? If things didn't get better, he would.

"I-I b-believe you." Alcander saw the Raven's lips form the words, almost as if she was scared. If only he could believe himself. If only he could forget, and move on...

"Do you really?" he asked, looking up at her, a slight hint of hope in his eyes. He hoped she did, really truly... He hoped she didn't just say that to get him to go away.

[Raven Soulreaver]

With a small vivid smile the she-cat nodded. "Yes. I do." She said shortly without hesitation or stammering. She did believe the tom. She believed he would not hurt her. Why would he? He obviously showed that he could control these "voices" of his. If he could do it, then she did in fact believe him. Plus he seemed very sincere about it. She had to believe him, yeah?

Flicking her black rims back a little she continued to give him a small smile. She wasn't sure where this would go next. Maybe they could talk more? Or would this be the end and they two would go their seperate way? She wasn't sure which she liked more. If they seperated she could be releaved and hope she would never see him again. However, she kind of wanted to know him more. How did he come to get these "voices"? Her curiosity would most likely be her down fall.

She licked her fine black lips. She had so many questions she wanted to ask. However she didn't know how to ask them. Her silver orbs clouded with that same doubt and disbelief she held for herself. She wanted to whine and cry. Her poor misfortune. It was frustrating she couldn't do anything about it. She could try but never did it happen. Frost was the only one who came close to helping her. She trusted him and he betrayed that trust. That small fragment of hope she held shattered into millions of shards that couldn't possibly be put back together.

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Admin's Note on November 27th: This thread is being archived due to inactivity, sorry. If you want to un-archive it, lemme know. For now we'll say that they talk maybe a bit more and both and bit closer.