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Post by Basil<< on Jun 10, 2007 15:30:40 GMT -5
Fang hated the junkyard... It was filthy and smelly. But, it was necessary to vent his frustration. Find a couple posse cats to beat up or something. Not that anyone would know that, from his demeanor. He looked completely content, sitting all by himself like that under a cardboard box. except for the way his brow was knitted in a rather surly way...but, that was how fang always looked.
A rather bold gray rat skittered past his paws, and Fang's claws flashed out. A harsh squeak made Fang's mouth twitch. After that, nothing but the soft sound of Fang rising to his paws. He eyed the rat with disgust. That was not something he wanted to eat. He growled and padded away from it, weaving around random junk. With a bored thump, he sat in wait under the overhang of some unidentifiable piece of garbage.
He was awarded moments later with the flutter of wings. A robin was pecking the ground only a few pawsteps away. A dark look flitted in his eye, and, after only a twitch of an ear, he leaped for the bird. He pinned it beneath his claws and ripped it with a little more power than was needed. He bit down savagely, eating quickly and silently. Within moments he was finished and licking his jowls.
He rose to his paws slowly and meandered off, moseying about really without any purpose. Rats were skittering around his paws, and every once in a while, the flitting motion of another cat, but none close enough to bother him. A rat tried to run in front of him, but he glanced down, pinning it with his gaze. The rat, thinking better of the situation, began to skitter away. He flashed his claws out, but the vile creature was just beyond reach. He sat back and watched as it ran into a cardboard box.
He considered killing it while it was trapped, but...he was feeling much too lazy.Fang glanced at his paws, which were spotted with robin blood. He gave them a rough lick, getting most of it off. With a thump, he sat and set his face as hard as stone, waiting for something to happen. Anything, really, even another rat would suffice. He was just so bored, and bored didn't bode well for him.
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Post by ghost on Jun 12, 2007 16:19:10 GMT -5
Passion padded about the land of the Junkyard. Her pelt prickled, she HATED this place, her skin crawled every time she set a dedicate paw here. Her blue, ice blue chips of eyes... Smoldered, she had lost everything, she wound make the OD cats pay, pay very dearly.
Her white pelt prickled, crawled, such a henious place. Her eyes flashed, she could scent another.
Her voice turned to a growl as she saw a black cat stalk by, clearly she wasn't looking for anyone here for she prowled right over to Ae land. She saw another however, a tom. She smiled with a wicked thought; She should go confront him.
Passion stepped out and watched the tom with mild intrest, her eyes glittered as she set them on him. Her mouth, slender and small formed a small knowing smile; Had her next victim been chosen? |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 12, 2007 18:03:29 GMT -5
Fang's silver eyes were not searching the face of his new company, as he might have looked to be, but rather looking over all of this cat, looking for scars that may pray tell to how aggressive this one would be. He couldn't really care less...it's not like he was small and defenseless. Actually, he was a rather large cat, and very strong-- a feature he was very much proud of.
He turned his entire body to face the she-cat with a smooth rippling of muscles and dark grace. This was not a cat to be messed with, not unless you had a lot of spunk. He figured this cat had some spunk. Or, rather, a fairly bad attitude. He twitched his whiskers softly and curled his tail around his paws with a very regal air. Even though his fur was scraggly and his face was not a very expressive one, he was a fairly formidable cat.
You are individualist, and so am I. Do not mess with me.
His voice held no anger, no impatience, not even a conversational air. It was merely a dry meow, almost hoarse. Fang didn't speak often.
He wasn't looking for trouble...not right now, at least. He was actually in a good mood, no matter how bored he was.
OOC|| so unbelievably short, it's rather sad.
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Post by ghost on Jun 12, 2007 19:53:03 GMT -5
Passion let out a small hiss of laughter, she looked at the tom, he seemed to be very experienced. Her blue eyes grew darker as she set them on Fang though, he had a mouth; she could tell, and he used it at his leasure...
" Ahh, quite so," she purred in silky tones. " But if I am looking for a spot of trouble, I know where to find you." She replied smartly.
No matter who this tom was, she would make him remember her; Passion. Her white fur rippled as she sat down, so intently not leaving. She bore her eye into his, deep into his soul. She thought he was a handsome tom, but didn't use his look's to his advantage; But she could help him...
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 12, 2007 20:29:42 GMT -5
Fang was curious, mildly. This one was different, in a slight way. She didn't seem verily aggressive, rather she seemed...Mmm, it was hard to put a paw on it, exactly. He, fortunately, was not much interested in her inner feelings. He shifted slightly, his tail twitching. Spot of trouble. he echoed blandly, his whiskers twitching. It was almost amusing, almost. Not really, but... almost.
She was a rather stunning sight, white fur was really his favorite.
Eh, she was odd though. He didn't much like the way she was looking at him. Yep, he'd decided. he wasn't very sure about this one. She had that look in her eye, like that she-cat back at the alley he'd spent the night with. Calculating. He was sure she wasn't looking for the same thing. On the inside, he was laughing, but on the outside he was stone cold, a veritable obelisk of gray mable.
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Post by ghost on Jun 12, 2007 20:44:53 GMT -5
Passion smiled as she looked at the way, Fang tilted his head questiongly to the side; Just what she intended. She loved to make them guess to the very end. She growled lightly, and femine, unlike her usual self.
" I won't repeat myself, you heard me." she hissed lightly bored of their small but meaningfull conversation. She raised a slender paw and examied her claws idily. Her ear pricked as she turned her frosty gaze on him. FINE, she would be the one to intruduce herself...
" My name is Passion, might I know yours?" Not a question, a command, would he take it that way? Her tail wrapped boredly around her small but powerfull paws, as she awaited an answer. |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 13, 2007 7:52:14 GMT -5
My name is Passion, might I know yours
That was her name, then. Ah, in a way, it fit her, at least to Fang. The way she said the words was a bit too commanding for Fang, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be on name-basis with this sly she-cat. He lifted his tail slowly and licked the end of it, a nonchalant gesture that could mean something or not, depending on how much a cat analyzed a situation. To him it meant nothing, except for there was a rather annoying itch on the end that he was proceeding to rid of.
He considered his situation, calm and level headed. If he told her, that was one more cat who would bother him and try to talk to him because they thought they knew him. Mmm. That was not a very appealing idea. However, this she-cat intrigued him. Not confused, he had seen many a she-cat with a cunning mind, but intrigued. So, he took a chance.
Not any of your business, but my name's Fang.
He rasped, and settled back. He wondered if she'd stupidly refer to the mark under his eye, like the whore he'd slept with yesterday. Man, that girl had been dumb...At least he wouldn't have to do that again. Not for a while.
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Post by ghost on Jun 13, 2007 10:10:42 GMT -5
Passion fixed him with her icy gaze, her fur bristled lightly. She laughed softly at him, it wasn't an insult, she just found this tom funny. Fang? Ahh, great name, she thought with a scowl. Sure matches his personality. She grunted to herself and fixed her eyes on the mark bellow his eye, she could care less, but he was very.... Errr, how would you put this? Intresting? Was that the word? Did he think, for one moment that she'd associate herself with him?? Hell no, unless she needed him for a plan.... Her eyes bore into the surroundings of the junkyard.
" Filth, " She muttered to herself, a brief flashback of her blood adorned paws snapped her out of her trance and she focused her meager attention on Fang once more.
" Pleasure, I'm sure, I care not if it's not my bussiness." she replied smoothly, she wouldn't let him ruffle her fur, and worry not, it didn't bother her the slightest anyway. |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 13, 2007 20:37:21 GMT -5
Fang's tail twitched. He wondered why he was even still speaking to this odd cat. He'd rather be beating a posse cat or sprawling in his tub. Damn it, he didn't want to sit here playing mind games with the she-cat. If she was going to attack him, which he doubted, then she had better do it soon. He was boring quickly of their meager and rather pointless conversation.
Fang decided to move this...interaction...along.
Is there some reason you are speaking to me, or are you just plain bored?
Okay, it wasn't the best way to move it along, but at least it was something. But dammit, he needed to claw something, he was growing impatient sitting here looking tough. He would keep up the non emotional mask for as long as he needed to, but he wouldn't sit here much longer.
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Post by ghost on Jun 14, 2007 18:47:04 GMT -5
Passion snickered, her eyes mere slits as she laughed at him. WHAT? He WAS funny.
She licked a white paw carelessly as she looked around the junkyard, nothing better to look at. She saw that look, the look of lust on his face, to kill. She knew; Passion had it to. Her laugh become a mew of scorn as she hissed,
" That's no way to treat a lady. But no. Truth be told, your a muse to my boredness at the current moment." She replied everything in a silky tone, and shot everything back at the unconsiderate tom. So what if she was a bitch? Ooc: O.o ACK Short post! X.x |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 15, 2007 18:17:13 GMT -5
That's no way to treat a lady. But no. Truth be told, your a muse to my boredness at the current moment.
Fang was tempted to smirk, almost. She didn't seem too insulted, so he shrugged it off. He stood. Mmm, your feelings don't concern me. I'm tired of this meaningless conversation. What do you want? Damn, that was probably the most he'd ever said in one breath. He shook his head and sat down. He was eager to find out how she would reply. He felt a grin trying to fight it's way to the surface. No, that wasn't going to happen. He set his face, the epitome of seriousness. Inside he was grinning. He liked insulting this one. There was something about her that appealed to him. Maybe it was her dangerous edge..He liked his women with an edge.
((OOC|| Iss okay, mine is equally short, maybe even smaller. murp.))
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Post by ghost on Jun 16, 2007 8:12:12 GMT -5
Passion fought back the urge to laugh in his face. Her? Insulted? Nah, it was a daily thing.... Passion purred seductivly and swiped her tail under Fang's chin. Hmmmm," she echoed, purring deeply as if she enjoyed Fang's confusion. Her blue eye flashed an icy fire. While her green one glittered with a frosty tone. " I worry not that you could care less of my feelings love," she meowed in an almost loving tone? Her white fur bristled, he was sure handsome and she liked her men confused, and on the brink of wanting to kill her.... Then she's show them, her powers to kill, unlike anyother..... But she liked Fang, would she get what she wanted out of him? |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 17, 2007 16:46:07 GMT -5
Fang's suspicions were there, in the back of his mind, but he ignored them. He was still wary of this she-cat and her smooth talk, but he was relaxing an iota or two. She seemed amused by his words.
She stepped forward and slid her tail under his chin, purring. Mmm, awful seductively too.
I worry not that you could care less of my feelings, love,
Oh, really. You must bother a lot of toms to be so used to it.
It was a lightly disguised insult, it was. Maybe she'd get angry and attack him, or go away, but he was still un-entertained.
Her eyes flashed, and he fought down a smart grin. There was almost a lusty tone to those odd eyes, one that aroused his curiosity. And his suspicion. She might be waiting, waiting for him to relax, to put his guard down, so she could attack. Or, she may be looking for something else...something Fang was not sure he wanted to share with this one. He allowed a small dangerous sparkle to shine in his eyes, one that said all- danger, lust, wariness- and nothing at the same time.
You still have not answered my question. What do you want?
His words were not hostile, not on the outside where she could hear. They were suggestive, almost silky, as silky as the gravelly voiced Fang could manage. He wasn't faking, either. This little lady was not too shabby, and it wasn't that often he found one who could carry on an intelligent conversation.
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Post by ghost on Jun 18, 2007 12:00:38 GMT -5
Passion grinned, she looked at his eyes; The way they sparkled. Her fur bristled with pleasure; What did she want? Him.
Her eyes, both cold as ice glittered as she bore them into his. Her tail whipped around and sat infront of her small paws. Her voice was as deep as a light voice could reach, the pleasure of her enjoyment was to much to bear at sometimes.
" No, no." she replied with a wide grin, " I'll only give myself to those worthy enough... The others don't see the light of day..."
Was it a threat? Yes. Did she find him worthy? Oh, well, let's just find out.
Passion stood, she was tried of sitting, she knew what she wanted, but did he relise? A young, pretty she-cat and a young handsome male. Death was not in the cards, so what was?
" You'll find out soon, m'love" she replied playfully. |
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 18, 2007 16:11:27 GMT -5
Fang's eyes flashed with dangerous humor. He watched in silence as she flipped her tail about with casual elegance. Mmm, a simple gesture that sent shivers along his spine. What powers this lady must think she had over him, and she was partially right. However, she would soon find out that he was not so easily duped. Not in the slightest.
"I'll only give myself to those worthy enough... The others don't see the light of day..."
It was almost a challenge for him. He could be worth her while, alright.
"You do not think I am worth your while? I would think that if I was not, you would have left by now."
It was really quite suggestive, but if the she-cat thought she would get what she wanted and then try to kill him, she would be very much mistaken. His mouth twitched in an almost amused way. He may have been amused and vaguely turnd on by this little kitty, but he was ready for anything from her. Anything at all.
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