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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 11:49:43 GMT -5
Desiree noticed the change in his features. damn. She stood still, never twitching. He might have stared down all sorts of mighty creatures and won all sorts of battles with his gaze, but he had never tried his gaze on Desiree. She knew she could stay here for hours and never bat an eye. She had done it before. It was the only thing that had saved her from her father's wrath.
He stepped over her, trying to make her feel imposed on, and she smirked. He wouldn't intimidate her. yes, he was awful icy, but such things were a walk in the park. She didn't need anger to withstand a stare. She schooled her emotions, settling on boredom. He was so amusing, standing there looking icy. She didn't need ice, she didn't need anything but challenge and a little bit of a mocking tone to stay where she was. He thought he was so intimidating with his evil glare, and it just amused her.
She ignored his words to the little slave girl. Words were so useless, just trifles. It was the emotion you put into the words that counted. But since they were not directed at her, there was no need to bother analyzing the emotion put into them. Ha, he had noticed her fear. he must think it had been on his account. how amusing.
No, she was not the slightest bit afraid of him and his cute little glare. She knew he was controlling all emotion. How boring. She liked to show emotion, it was amsuing to her. She smiled, a dark smile that offset the pristine white of her teeth. That was a pet peeve of hers, having white teeth. She couldn't stand having stains or grit in them, it disgusted her.
She changed her stance, sitting and resting her head on her tail lightly, indifference radiating from her. The only challenging thing was her eyes, bright, slightly amused, and enjoying this little staredown. He knew she would be the one to break it off, eventually. But not because of fear, most likely of boredom or hunger. She had a rather short attention span sometimes, a rather egregious flaw.
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Callie watched the little spat with sparkling eyes. She knew the danger of going into such a staredown with Deadstar; he was very good at intimidation. The little she-cat would most definitely back down...at some point. Callie had to admit, the cat had alot of spunk. She was holding her own rather well. She was eager to see what would happen. She sat a little distance away, enjoying this like a show. This was Deadstar at his most evil, and Callie was sad to think she found it rather appealing, that dark icy gaze. it was twisted but true. She mentally slapped herself and glanced around, noticing some members already ordering around their new slaves. She snapped her attention back to Deadstar as she heard him say her name.
She listened quietly and nodded, smiling. Alright, Deadstar. She padded away, heading for the first cat she saw, Kestrel. She needed to round up the old slaves and have a little meeting with them. It was time for a bit of fun.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 12:06:24 GMT -5
Deadstar loved staredown, but this one was boring. Normally, he was shooting stinging remarks to his opponent. He enjoyed watching a cat squirm under his eyes, and Desiree was not doing that. But he didnt show his annoyance. Sitting down, he lifted a paw and licked it, never letting his eyes leave hers. He let the ice in his gaze melt, so that his voids were a sea of blue, and you could get lost in them. Any other cat would have given up then and there, for fear of drowing in his gaze.
He watched her smile without showing any of the amusement that he felt in his heart. She thought she could make him back down by smiling at him; it only made him more determined to break her down and win this battle. He would break this cat's spirit, no matter how long it too. An ear flicked to show he heard Callie's words, but he did not turn to look at her. He let a tiny bit of challenge slide into his gaze, daring her to speak or to strike him. Indeed, he hoped she would try to defeat him in battle.
Deadstar forced himself to think about the present, not the future. He did not fear that she would attack him, not at all, he hoped and prayed she would. Claws unsheathed, waiting for her words or her strike. How much longer would this last? Every passing second lent the black cat more and more strenght and it was begging to be released apon this she-cat.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 12:19:42 GMT -5
She felt him sit, and forced her eyes not to flick to his rising paw. rather, she focused her eyes into his with more intensity, deciding to try another route. no emotion. nothing at all. not even amusement. just intense. She watched the ice melt, turning into a blue chasm a cat could lose oneself in. She, in an odd way, relished this.
She wasn't afraid to get lost in his eyes. Maybe, if she managed to lose herself, she could forget herself, forget her past, so fresh in her heart. It had only been a half moon ago that she had returned from her escapade with a broken heart and soul. What she would give to lose those two months in the alleys. Maybe if she worked hard enough, she could truly lose her hurt in Deadstar's blue chasms.
She wasn't afraid, more...it wasn't something you could really put a paw on. her emotions broke through. it was longing, hurt. She was lost in his eyes, truly lost. She was floating in her memories, cringing from him like he was the hurt himself. A small part of her knew she shouldn't show fear, a part that hovered above her. It was as if she watched the scene from above, from within, but she couldn't control her body.
She could see her past flashing in front of her, pain clouding her eyes. Her eyes. They were still looking at his, lost in his, so deep in them nothing but a shove or a sharp word would bring her out. She was deep in a reverie, her body shaking and soft painful moans ripping from her. SHe didn't want to relive those days, those horrible nightmares which were in her past, but they clawed her way to the front of her mind, controlling her, pushing her to the edge.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 3, 2007 12:39:25 GMT -5
He was winning...right? She was crouching and whimpering and moaning. What was going on. Deadstar still did not let his emotions show, but a thought flashed into his mind. A few weeks ago, she had disappeared and then came back, shy and aloft. Deadstar had often wanted to ask her what had happened, but never got the chance.
He waited a little bit, hesitating. Should he try and make her snap out of her memories? or should he make her relive them until they ended? Which would help her more? Which would help him? He decided on the second one, letting his gaze become colder. His head lifted slightly, letting a commanding air come over him.
He smiled slightly, the only sign of emotion that came from him since they started the contest. And if only stayed for a few seconds as he watched her cower of to him. Break, break. He thought evilly, knowing she would, very soon.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 3, 2007 12:54:16 GMT -5
Joey...come back, how could you? She was gone completely, lost in her past. She could see herself, a small part of her that floated above it all. She was disgusted, but she couldn't shake herself of this awful trance. She didn't know if the words before had been thought or said, maybe both. She had her claws sunk into the ground, sunk in so hard they would start to bleed soon.
Not again. not again. she breathed, a mental fight with her memories shaking her torso. If he -Deadstar- said something to her now, only a part of her would answer. She knew, if he asked, she would answer, anything. It was like she was hypnotized. Joey, Joey. I hate you. You killed me inside. Killed my heart. I'm dead because of you, Joey. You're out there enjoying your life and you don't even care you killed me. she was muttering now, her voice full of more hatred than any cat had ever seen. She was shaking with murderous hate, but also a bit of misery, despair.
Her eyes showed brokenness, radiated pain, enough pain to break the coldest cat's heart. She was laid bare at Deadstar's feet, and she couldn't even stop it. She couldn't stop the cold from reaching into her bones and freezing her broken heart.
He was there again, holding her down and spitting at her, beating her...raping her, taking and taking without ever relenting. Riding her untill she broke, laughing at her when she did. rubbing her fear in her face, putting her down, throwing her into a deep chasm that she had spent weeks trying to crawl out of. The pain, it was fresh again, and so was the anger. The rage that made her shake, shake until her legs trembled under her, barely supporting her. She had to get away from the pain. She couldn't go through it again, it would kill her. Kill her dead.
But there was no way for her to stop it. No way for her to draw away from the painful images that forced their way to her eyes.
There it was, the last day. The day he brought that wench with him to his alley, did so many horrible unmentionable things to her, in front of her...She killed that little she-cat, but he had gotten away, the bastard. She hissed, her eyes clouded over. This was crazy, she knew it. She looked insane, but she couldn't get away. Couldn't get rid of his mocking eyes and his smooth tongue, his rough paws and his hurt, everything he did to her. Deadstar had no idea, no idea. No idea that what she was doing could kill her. She was already half dead inside. It wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge.
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Post by Deadstar on Jul 5, 2007 11:33:11 GMT -5
Claws dug into the sod, loosening the earth as Deadstar watched the she-cat writhe at his paws. What the hell was wrong with her?The black tomcat stepped forward, thinking hard. He had seen a cat do this once before, before he had come here. It had happened after the cat had been beaten; she had suffered nightmares. What that what was wrong with Desiree? Deadstar's muscles tensed and flexed under his pelt as he thought.
Desiree. What happened to you? his tone was commanding, demanding that she tell him what had happened to her when she had left the Posse. The tom stepped closer and laid his tail on her shoulders, trying to get her to calm down and speak. Deadstar looked into her eyes, and saw pain beyond imagining, anguish beyond mentioning.
Deadstar remember his weeks of sadness and fury after his beloved had died, seeking out the canine that had done the deed. It had taken him nearly a month, but he finally found the damned beast. He had fought it, several times, weakening it carefully until it was weak enough to be killed. Which he had done so. Then, he had gone back to where he had buried what was left of his lover and their kits. He had moped there for three weeks.
He had almost been caputred by a human but managed to escape. Ears flicked back against his black head as he watched her, trying to get her to speak to him. Tell me who did this to you, and what happened, Des. he whispered again.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 5, 2007 17:44:35 GMT -5
Desiree. What happened to you?
Half of her heard it, half ignored the words and continued looking in on her past. After a moment, she stilled, her eyes blank. It seemed she was in a trance, as melodramatic as it sounded. Part of her felt his tail on her shoulder, now still. She looked down from his eyes, quivering with exhaustion and anger. When she looked up, her eyes were burning and glazed over, hate flowing out of them like a wildfire. Her face was distorted in a silent snarl, her eyes watering with the beginning of a downpour of tears.
Tell me who did this to you, and what happened, Des.
I was lured away by a sick bastard. His name was Joey.
Every word said hate, remorse, pain.
He used his smooth words and lovely promises to take me away from my home. Took me to a dark place where the sun didn't shine, kept me prisoner with loving words and promises no cat could keep. Lies, all of it. He grew more vile, abusive every day. Dragged me down, abused me, raped me all the time. I couldn't get away, believed he was the only cat that could ever love me, that sick bastard...
Her eyes still raged fire, but tears flowed, a combination of fire and water. Her teeth were bared. Every moment, she grew farther from her past and back into the present. Her tail began to lash, wanting to get it out. It was like a heavy weight on her shoulders.
He took my heart and soul with him, broke me the day he brought her to the place he kept me. He did...
Her voice broke, and the fire died away in her eyes to be replaced by pain, fresh in her and heart wrenching.
He did horrible things, to me, in front of me. They held me down while he raped me, spit on me, peed on me...I was too weak from despair, from fright, to fight back. They did things...things I don't want to say, things too horrible to mention.
Her paws shook, her whiskers wobbled. Quiet sobs racked her body. She could barely hold in the despair that filled the empty spots where her heart and soul used to be.
He's what turned me into what I am, this heartless bitch. Even I know it, couldn't stop the hate and misery from stripping me of what I held dearest. I am a shell, a cat without love, without a soul.
She lowered her gaze, tears dripping onto the ground like silvery rain. With a last soft sob, her body grew completely still. She stayed like that for quite a few moments. She felt the images from her past fading away, felt herself joining her mind in the reality. She was losing the dark images that usually only haunted her in her dreams. She was losing the pain, feeling it dull to it's normal ache. She was losing memory of what she had just done, up to when she looked into Deadstar's deep blue chasms. Those blue chasms which forced her to to delve into her past.
She looked back up into Deadstar's eyes.
I guess you win our little stare down, Deadstar. Congratulations.
She had no idea what had just happened, what she'd said.
She'd forgotten the pain.
Forgotten the...episode, I guess you could call it.
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Post by Basil<< on Jul 31, 2007 18:54:10 GMT -5
((Bumpeth for Ran-ran. Really need to get things moving again on here.))
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Post by Deadstar on Aug 1, 2007 12:16:33 GMT -5
((this is probably going to be crappy and filled with typos that I cant hardly see. I got new glasses and now they are giving me trouble. So forgive.))
Desiree seemed not to have heard the boss's whispered words. The pain in her eyes made Deadstar flinched somewhat, his blue voids like a river. One audit flicked slightly, head tilting to the side as he waited. She looked away from him and when she looked up again, the hatred in her eyes made Deadstar lift his head away in suprise. He was about to ask his question again when she finally opened her mouth to speak.
'I was lured away by a sick bastard. His name was Joey. He used his smooth words and lovely promises to take me away from my home. Took me to a dark place where the sun didn't shine, kept me prisoner with loving words and promises no cat could keep. Lies, all of it. He grew more vile, abusive every day. Dragged me down, abused me, raped me all the time. I couldn't get away, believed he was the only cat that could ever love me, that sick bastard...'
Remorse, hate, pain. The mix of emotions was like water over Deadstar's head as he listened to the words the slave-cat murmured. The raw pain and hatred struck him like a claw to the face, hurting him more than any claw or tooth had ever done so. Black ears laid flat against his head as he listened. She was crying now, tears dripping from her minty eyes.
'He took my heart and soul with him, broke me the day he brought her to the place he kept me. He did...He did horrible things, to me, in front of me. They held me down while he raped me, spit on me, peed on me...I was too weak from despair, from fright, to fight back. They did things...things I don't want to say, things too horrible to mention.'
It was pathetic, to watch this powerful she-cat writhe in the dirt at his paws as the demons of her tortured past came back to haunt her, to tease her with cruel memories. The darkness surrounding Deadstar slid away as he listened; it would be replaced soon however. Desiree's voice cracked, pain filling it. Her teeth were still bared. Her frame was sshaking in quiet sobs of pain.
'He's what turned me into what I am, this heartless bitch. Even I know it, couldn't stop the hate and misery from stripping me of what I held dearest. I am a shell, a cat without love, without a soul.'
She lowered her gaze away from Deadstar, who still stood quite still, waiting for her to continue. When she did not, the black tom took a step away. He would not pretend he was not shaken by what she had told him, because he was. Swiping his tongue around his lips, he waited for her to regain herself. When she did, he sat up straighter. Did she not remember what she had told him? It seemed not.
'I guess you win our little stare down, Deadstar. Congratulations.'
The tom cat blinked, but not in confusion, in understanding. She had no idea what had just happened. The black cat turned away and walked off. Then, he stopped and looked over his muscled shoulders, staring into the she-cat's minty eyes. I'll kill the bastard who did that to you. I swear on my leadership I will. Then he walked on.
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Post by Basil<< on Aug 1, 2007 13:58:24 GMT -5
Desiree felt Deadstar step away from her before she lifted her gaze, and that confused her, mildly. After she spoke, she watched him curiously. He seemed upset; his fur seemed ruffled, in a manner of speaking. She watched him turn away with ears flicked back. She didn't understand why he was acting so weird after he won. He should be ridiculing her for trying to win an impossible game.
She took a step back as Deadstar turned, unease evident on her face.`His icy blue eyes bore into hers, and she glanced down, nervous.
I'll kill the bastard who did that to you. I swear on my leadership I will.
It was like a slap to the face, the words were. She sat abruptly, her maw hanging open. She didn't know what to say. How did he know about Joey? What had happened, did she say something without knowing it? She worked her claws in the ground, confusion radiating from her. She watched him walk away with glistening eyes. She was so confused, so shocked by his words that she could only watch him walk away without a sound.
She stood, shaking her pelt. Her paws felt leaden as she padded out of camp. She needed some time to herself, to puzzle over what had happened and calm herself down. She felt damn sheepish, making a scene like that in front of her posse mates. Plus she had to reschool her actions, her words...she was a slave now, and she had to remember that until the day came-if it did- that the switch back would be made.
She hesitated at the entrance, her tail flicking. She didn't much want to step on Deadstar's tail as he left. She sat down, licking her paw. She'd give him a few minutes to get out of view of the camp and then she would head out. where, she did not know. probably to the slave's field, to see where she would be sleeping for a while. The thought made her shake with fear and anger. To be demoted to a slave...it was one of her worser nightmares. If she wasn't careful she'd end up just like her foster mother. Such things troubled Des all the time, and she wasn't sure she liked the way things were going.
She headed out, not sensing Deadstar anywhere near. She noted the way he had gone and went the other way, towards the fields. A troubled frown settled on her maw as she padded onward.
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