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Post by Basil<< on Jun 28, 2007 19:09:03 GMT -5
Yes, we will do that soon, tomorrow, perhaps. I wish I had thought of this when I first arrived.
Dane grinned, the idea causing him to chuckle. It was fine time something happened to get those lazy members moving. Now they were slaves, and he had a pretty good idea that the past slaves were going to take this advantage and use it to it's fullest extent. Deadstar looked at Dane, looking almost cautious. Dane flicked an ear back. That was unusual.
I am glad you approve. I thought you would disagree with me, that is why I never told you.
He smiled, his ear flicking forward. He licked the end of his tail with a dismissive air.It's fine, Deadstar. I understand your reasoning, and I have no problem with the situation. I think the members needed a taste of their own medicine anyways.
He glanced at Dee, whom he wanted to speak to about how he had treated her. He shook his thoughts away and turned back to Deadstar. He knew why his boss had not told him, but was just irked that he had looked as shocked as the rest of them, like, well, Deadstar had not discussed his plans with his agent.
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Post by Duskmoon on Jun 28, 2007 19:15:33 GMT -5
Kestrel nodded respectfully. He didn't want to force himself on the pretty little member whose fur was damp with tears. His paws were lgiht as he sprang lightly away.
Maybe Callie's life before the Posse was bad. Or something had happened to her as a slave. Well, it wasn't his place to judge her. So, off he went. Kestrel had an urge to boss around his new slave, like he ahd been bossed around for months, years. A lifetime, he had spent being neglected and used. Not any longer. Kestrel was off to something new, something better.
Although, he felt sad for being denied by Callie. He had really just been trying to comfort her. Which she obviously needed right now.
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 28, 2007 19:31:27 GMT -5
Callie watched his reaction, knowing she had done something to upset the tom somehow. She smiled sweetly at him as he left, still cleaning her fur of her tears.
She had no life but slavery, no life but the one she had lived since she was old enough to live on her own, a half life. One only a slave could know. she had survived so much; rape from multiple members of this disgusting posse, the death of friends, the pain, the scars and bruises she obtained from abuse before she had been assigned to Deadstar.
She knew what other slaves knew.
This was a chance to get back at them.
That was not what She was thinking of right now, though. Her attention had switched to her temporary boss. She padded over and sat below him, looking up at him with a smile on her face. For a while, they were equals. She could tell him everything she had ever wanted to say and not have to put up with his abuse. She probably wouldn't do that, but the temptation was there like an annoying fly.
Thank you for letting us have an opportunity for revenge.
Her eyes were half closed, her head lowered. If her eyes had been lifted, her gaze would have been one to envy one of Deadstar's darkest glares. She could see the opportunity to avenge her parent's death, make them pay for all they had done to her.
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Post by `empty on Jun 29, 2007 10:41:59 GMT -5
Love. What absurd phrases we use to cover up the cold, hard taste of truth. That you're probably in it for the short-lived lust. That there was no such thing as cupid and his arrows, and they're non existent like your happiest memories and how silly we are, when we believe we were bitten by the monster. But, whatever. Guess you can't change the way minds worked, what makes them tick.
Fables, crushed between mighty fists, never making the front page of your heart. Ruined by something so hostile, that you have to loath it, even though you have no idea what 'it' is. And then you go and blame it on people, because you so desperately want to live your life screwed, and know it wasn't your fault.
Life itself is hell, chock full of bad decisions and monsters masquerading as demons from your past. Where you're thrown into episodes, and you swear you can see him and other nasty surprises, ones you have locked in a chest of ungrateful memories, where they fight day and night to get out.
And you watch the scene play before your ever dull orbs, with these three things weighing heavy on your mind. Oh, yay. Deadstar thought he could win the slaves over with candy and presents then. This would no doubt end soon, though why not enjoy it while you can? So you let a smile creep up, laying down the rules for your fantasy. At least kindness played with the bosses mind, and it should tango with yours.
Hey, Dane. Can I see you for a sec?
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 2, 2007 0:11:08 GMT -5
Dane was still glancing every couple moments at Dee, wondering how she was reacting to the switch. She seemed rather unemotional, almost...bored. He started with surprise as a smile crept onto her face. He glanced around, curious as to what might have made her smile so suddenly. Maybe what had happened had just hit her or something. Dane shook his head, his male mind unable to grasp the many components that were Dee.
What was it that had destroyed her, made her so bold one moment and fumbling the next? What was it that she hid from the rest of the world, what hid behind those masked eyes and plain face? He wanted to know, and that surprised him. She didn't seem to be anything special, but there had to be beauty on the inside, a heart, however broken it may be. Hell, Deadstar had a heart, even though it was a rather icy one.
Hey, Dane. Can I see you for a sec?
Dee's words almost toppled him from the branch. She had somehow snaked up behind him, and his fur was out on end. He smoothed out his fur, looking marginally sheepish. He had been lost in his musings, wonderings. He knew better, but he hadn't expected any cat to bother him. He turned and looked down at Dee, his eyes narrowed. They weren't accusing, just curious.
Hold on.
He turned to Deadstar, sighing. He wasn't much looking forward to this. He had a lot he needed to say to the she-cat while he still saw her as an equal. That bothered him. Would he see her differently again once she was a slave again? Would he be able to treat her the same way? No, he wouldn't. He shouldn't have in the first place. Ah, there it was. Dane was a softy, and he himself knew it. The thing was, did the rest know? He hoped he didn't seem so.
Deadstar, would you excuse me? I would like to speak to Dee for a moment.
He leapt from the branch, landing in front of Dee with light paws. He curled his wispy tail over his paws, his eyes bright.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 2, 2007 7:35:01 GMT -5
'It's fine, Deadstar. I understand your reasoning, and I have no problem with the situation. I think the members needed a taste of their own medicine anyways.'
Deadstar flicked his ear to show his graditude, smirking lightly. I'm glad you do. he said softly, turhning to look out over the clearing once more. His eyes found Callie, and for several moments, he watched her. She was clearly been crying, cause she was trying to wipe tears from her fur. But why had she been crying? From joy? Or did she enjoy being a slave that much?
The tom's icy gaze went to the bird cat, watching him bounce away. Well, that was one cat who was pleased with his news. Deadstar smirked again, then flicked his gaze to Callie, who had approached. His ears flicked back and he suddenly looked uncomfortable. He needed to thank her, he knew that. He figured she knew it as well. Thankfully, Dane's voice grabbed his attention.
'Hold on. Deadstar, would you excuse me? I would like to speak to Dee for a moment. '
Deadstar flicked his tail calmly, indicating the tom should go. He watched him leap away and turned back to Callie. She was below him, sitting on the ground. Her eyes were down, and she spoke softly. ''Why wont she meet my eyes?'' Deadstar wondered.
'Thank you for letting us have an opportunity for revenge.'
He leapt down silently, landing beside her. He remained in a crouch for a few seconds, then sat up, sitting down and licking his chest fur. He took his time, thinking over his words carefully before speaking.
Callie. I want to express my graditude to you, and to say sorry for not treating you well. He spoke softly, almost too quietly for anyone to hear. His tail flicked and he did not meet her eyes.
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Post by `empty on Jul 2, 2007 15:20:02 GMT -5
Might as well get it out while you can- even if it kills you.
I guess I`m sorry 'bout everything that happened recently. I mean, I don`t think I look like the smartest specimen on the block, but I am. Smart, I mean.
You've got to be kidding; you're claiming your wise, while you stumble over your words? Really, lets all dance around in tu-tu's for your sake.
And I want us to be friends, or at least, acquaintances, while I'm a member. How 'bout it, dear?
You've managed to make yourself look like a total loser; any other special talents the felines should know about? At least, that what you feel, absurdly useless, like you're being used, but you're not. It's an odd feeling, isn't it? You rather doubt anyone has ever felt that way before, and it's all you want to fit in. Instead of those damn episodes, and of course, your lack of grandeur, why couldn't you be part of the in crowd? It's simple actually. You're just different. You've been raped, beaten, having your heart smashed in two and then having to rebuild that castle of hope and it's driven you to be anti-social. Depressing and interesting, wow what a combination. Just right add more to your oddness. Yeah, I guess I can see where people get that not intelligent thing.
So now that you're brought into the light, it's all you can do to shrug it off.
Your voice slips out of your maw with average friendliness, seeming as he is still the temperamental ass you left in the clearing with Deadstar earlier today. It's also slick with caution; you don't want this to wrong. Sadly, touch-feely isn't really your thing.
I know I'm yapping a lot, but I want to try to make you understand. There's a lot to say, y'know? Even if it does sound cheesy.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 2, 2007 19:21:23 GMT -5
I guess I`m sorry 'bout everything that happened recently. I mean, I don`t think I look like the smartest specimen on the block, but I am. Smart, I mean.
Dane smiled, lifting his paw and licking it. He remained silent, his eyes mild. So she was sorry. Eh, he had a lot more than her to apologize for. He would wait, though, until she had said what she wanted to say.
And I want us to be friends, or at least, acquaintances, while I'm a member. How 'bout it, dear?
How...interesting. She, the one he had treated so poorly, asking to be friends. He would think she would be letting him have it while she still could. No, she was asking to be friends. He waited a moment, as she didn't seem to be done speaking. His smile was there, quirky and rather amused-looking.
I know I'm yapping a lot, but I want to try to make you understand. There's a lot to say, y'know? Even if it does sound cheesy.
Dane chuckled lightly, his eyes glittering with mild humor.
I understand. Now it is my time to blather on, not that it seemed so in your case.
He remained silent a moment, trying to organize his words.
....I know I wasn't kind to you in the past. I knew it then, but it was normal then. You were nothing to me, a slave not worth really getting to know. I know it was wrong, and I am asking your forgiveness. I see you differently now, an individual, a fellow member, a cat. He stood and dipped his head, a very odd gesture for him. He sat again, an edgy smile on his maw. oh, and as far as friends go? Let's start as acquaintances first and see how it goes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Callie's eyes were soft again as she glanced up, hearing Deadstar mutter something she did not catch. She watched his movements with an edgy mood. She was feeling so many emotions, all at once jumbling together and driving her crazy. She hated the confusion she felt when she looked up at him, She hated the emotions she had never felt before, hurting ones, emotions that scared her.
He was in front of her, crouching down. She watched him silently as he sat up and licked his chest. It was horrible that she noted his movements, but she did. She noticed the way his fur moved and the way his muscles flowed like cords under his pelt. She let her claws dig into the ground with frustration. She let her eyes fall to the ground again, not wanting him to see the fear and frustration growing in them.
Callie. I want to express my graditude to you, and to say sorry for not treating you well.
Callie looked up sharply at his words. Her face, it was almost...amused. She laid her tail under his chin and gently lifted, wanting to look into his eyes.
I learned a long time ago not to take the treatment of my masters personally. I am- was naught but a slave, someone they could mess with without feeling bad about it, a plaything or a food catcher. It's alright. I forgive you.
She smiled, meaning it. She knew she would have never done this unless the circumstances had been like they were now, but it had worked out, hadn't it? She kept her gaze on his, green orbs intense and radiating forgiveness. She wondered what would happen once the switch was made back and she was a slave again. It would defiinitely be odd, that was for sure.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 10:22:16 GMT -5
The tom kept his head down, not wanting Callie to see the uncertainy in his gaze. Though he did not fear the young she-cat, he was worried she would make his life hard because of the way she was treated as his slave. Deadstar knew he had never really said thank you to her, mainly because he felt she did not deserve it. Why the hell would he say thank you to a cat who was a sarcastic little bitch?
He felt her tail under his chin, forcing his head up. His icy eyes stared into her green ones. 'I learned a long time ago not to take the treatment of my masters personally. I am- was naught but a slave, someone they could mess with without feeling bad about it, a plaything or a food catcher. It's alright. I forgive you.' The words she intoned sent a shiver down his spine.
Had I not known you were a slave, I would see you as the wisest cat in this posse. he murmured, amused by the amusement on her features. he suddenly realized how pretty she was. No, not pretty, beautiful. This revelation struck him rather hard and he blinked. Deadstar was not used to seeing another cat as pretty, or beautiful, for that matter. His first-and last-love had taught him to never let his heart be unguarded. There was always a pretty she-cat waiting to take it away.
The tom rose and looked around. So... he paused, unsure. What would you like to do, Callie? he questioned. It was late, but after the excitement of the meeting, Deadstar knew no cat would be tired. He looked around at the other members and slaves, cold amusement seeping into eyes that were once again like chips of ice. Oh yes, the following weeks would be fun to watch.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 10:36:36 GMT -5
What would you like to do, Callie? he questioned. It was late, but after the excitement of the meeting, Deadstar knew no cat would be tired. He looked around at the other members and slaves, cold amusement seeping into eyes that were once again like chips of ice. Oh yes, the following weeks would be fun to watch.
Had I not known you were a slave, I would see you as the wisest cat in this posse.
Callie chuckled softly, sitting back and stretching her legs luxuriously. She smiled at him, noticing something flash through his eyes. She quirked her head to the side a bit, but dismissed it.
She watched him rise, and a shiver clawed it's way down her spine, although she tried to catch it before it did. He was the epitome of dark grace, power. He was even damn handsome, as hard as that was for her to admit. She watched the direction his gaze roamed, waiting for him to speak again.
So...
There was a pause, and she smiled at the uncertainty in his voice. She waited silently for him to finish his thought, mildly amused. She figured it must be...he was not used to asking her such things, just ordering her off. Now he had to be polite, for some small time. The thought was rather amusing. However, she wouldn't make it difficult for him. At least she wouldn't try.
What would you like to do, Callie?
Callie stood and stretched her back legs, her tail swishing with pent up energy. She sat down again, thinking.
Well, we could have a meeting with the new members, give them some ideas and tell them about the training idea. I am thinking they would relish being able to train their new slaves.
She licked her paw, a devilish look in her eye.
We could have it in a clearing outside the camp while the new slaves clean up a bit in here. she suggested, waving a paw around the dank clearing littered with rotting prey.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 10:44:17 GMT -5
Once again, some emotion flashed though his eyes, making them seem silvery for a moment before going back to blue. Something was on Deadstar's mind, but he wasnt tell what, now was he? He was thinking about how he could grow to like this little she-cat who had once been his slave. He could grow fond of all the slaves-no, members-and let them know he was on their side. Yes, that was a good idea.
Callie's voice drew him out of his thoughts. 'Well, we could have a meeting with the new members, give them some ideas and tell them about the training idea. I am thinking they would relish being able to train their new slaves. We could have it in a clearing outside the camp while the new slaves clean up a bit in here.'
Damn, that cat has some good ideas. Deadstar thought as he nodded. Yes, thats a good idea. He turned to looked over the clearing. New members! Comes with me for a moment. We have things to discuss. New slaves, get this filthly clearing picked up. If I see one speck of prey here when we return... Deadstar let his voice trail off, eyes flashing warningly. He looked at Callie and nodded, letting her lead the way to the clearing.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 10:47:45 GMT -5
Desiree spat on the ground with irritance, setting her paws askance and swishing her tail. Yes, it was true she was in a terrible mood. Well, why shouldn't she, now that she had been demoted to slave status? It was not respectful of their leader to do something so horrible to noble cats like herself. Not that she was so great, but at least she ate what prey she caught, unlike some of her posse mates.
She sat, a murderous look in her bright minty eyes. She radiated ice, a veritable obelisk. Demoted to a slave. A slave. This was horrible, egregious, disastrous. Not only was she a slave, she was a slave without a master. That meant she was the catchall slave. Damn. This wasn't going to bode well for her.
She eyed the bouncy Kestrel with icy cold eyes, daring him to approach her. She knew if any cat got near her at this moment, there would be bloodshed.
Her gaze caught the slave Callie and Deadstar sitting nearby, and she took a deep breath. So far she hadn't seen any of her cowardly posse mates approach him, so it seemed she would be deemed their spokescat. She stood with angry grace, flowing over to Deadstar and sitting a respectful distance away. She looked up and into his eyes, her gaze mutinous and icy. If there was anyone who could stare down Deadstar, it would be Desiree.
How long is this going to last, Oh Mighty One? she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Okay, so she was being a bit childish, but she was a bit entitled.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 10:58:36 GMT -5
Finally, Deadstar found the slave he had been looking for. A creul hearted she-cat named Desiree. She seemed to see herself as one of the more 'important' members of the posse. Yeah, right. If Desiree was the most important member of the Posse, then Deadstar himself was a slave. Yes, kiddies, thats sarcasm.
The tom smirked, watching the she-cat with cruel amusement. She'd not be pleased about this; she was as fat and lazy as the others. In fact, she was approaching, what a shock. The tom curled a black lip, ivory teeth standing out vividly against the ebony of his maw. He turned to watch her, clear challenge in his gaze. He locked his gaze with hers, icy voids becoming chips of ice, cold, unforgiving. This would be a staredown.
'How long is this going to last, Oh Mighty One?'
Sarcasm laced her tone, but it made Deadstar smile. Th evilness in this simple movement would have made a lesser cat faint in terror. I think thats up to me. he murmured, noting how far away she sat. Whats the matter, Des? Scared if you sit too close ya might loose an ear? he called in a soft, evil tone. A pissed off Deadstar was not a good thing and as he continued to stare down her at, he felt fury begin to stire.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 11:19:40 GMT -5
Desiree caught his smirk, and sniffed, never removing her eyes from his. She wasn't afraid of him at all. It's not that she was a very important member of the clan; rather, she was hardly noticed at all. They hadn't noticed when she left for a couple months before, and most never noticed her anyways.
She was like a wraith, on the sidelines and hovering like a dark shadow most times. Not that she was shy, she just never found a reason to say petty things when bloodshed did so much more. Not that she had any ideas of trying her skills on the leader. No, she was much smarter than that. She might be strong, but she wasn't to quick with her reflexes. She didn't much want a few wounds to start out her demotion.
She sneered back at him, her sneer more feminine and a bit mocking. She challenged him back, her eyes chips of minty ice, light green orbs fixed on his. Her eyes said 'I'm not afraid of you.', and they had the same tone as his, cold and unforgiving. She felt the dark shadow in her heart rise to take over her, bloodlust reaching her eyes. No, she wouldn't ever attack. She knew much better than that. She could control it.
So, it would come down to a staredown. Every cat knew of Deadstar's deathly gaze, and Desiree knew she was taking a chance in joining him in a staring contest, but she wouldn't take this demotion quietly. It was like he knew her deepest fear, that she would end up like her foster mother. She was closer to that fate now, as a slave. She felt fear cloud her mind, but she clawed it mentally away like cobwebs covering her. She kept her eyes on Deadstar, still radiating cool anger and unforgiving ice. She would stay here forever if she had to, until one of them gave up, and it sure as hell wouldn't be her.
Desiree copied his evil smile, ever more mocking. He seemed rather evil, yes, but such things were trifles to Desiree's cold heart. She was incapable of true compassion, love, happiness. Such things were what she was, and would not strike fear into her. I think thats up to me. Desiree nodded silently, her eyes never moving. She had nothing to say to his words, nothing at all. What were words, but things to play with another cat's mind?
Whats the matter, Des? Scared if you sit too close ya might loose an ear?
Desiree sniffed disdainfully, tossing her tail in a bored gesture.
I was trying to be respectful, you great lout. Don't know why. she said, her tone sweetly evil. How pissed off he looked, and it only added to her joy. This is what she wanted. She wanted him to get angry, annoyed by her relentless gaze and her mocking words. She wouldn't let such on, because she knew he would school his features to calm if he knew such. What he didn't know...she relished violence, anger, blood. She wanted confrontation. She drew on his anger, fed on it.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 11:31:10 GMT -5
A voice in Deadstar's head whispered 'She is feeding off your emotions.' The black tom had figured that out quickly and let any feature slip from his gaze. When there was no more emotion on his fine features, he stepped forward until he stood over the she cat. Her mint green eyes could not be colder than his; he was older and had years of experience of making cats back off just by using that evil stare.
He did not reply to her words, but instead continued to hold the evil she-cats eyes. She thought he'd be the first on to back down or to look away. She was dead wrong. Deadstar had convinced a dog to back down by meeting its eyes, and he had walked away unscathed. A petty little she-cat would be nothing to him. It may take it a bit longer, but Deadstar had always loved staring contests.
While he did not look away, he flicked his tail at Callie. Take the new members and tell them what I told you yesterday, please. he intoned flatly. He'd give away no emotion, not one. He noticed a bit of fear spill into Desiree's eyes, then vanish just as fast. He knew he had seen it though; he could feel the hatred rolling off of her, while only cold came from him. Deadstar controlled his emotions very, very well and he knew that.
How long would she last? He expected a while; Des was a powerful cat, though lazy like the others. But he would win; it wasnt overconfidence, it was cold fact. No cat had ever stood up to the boss and won. No the this boss anyway; he didnt allow it. How much longer would she be able to stand the ice in his gaze? Shall we find out?
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