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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2013 20:29:35 GMT
"Speech"
Elvira took her time parting through the undergrowth, taking that extra time to ensure she slipped through the thorns and other sharp organic objects that wished to so stab into her silky fur. Her white pelt shone in the faint light filtering through the trees, and she smiled to herself, knowing she looked the epitome of ‘angelic’, oh, if they only knew the truth. The feline was about as angelic as the haunting Death that lurked around each corner, awaiting the time when it could reap the souls due. Her smile, however, remained that same little quirking of feline lips, twisting up ever so slightly to imply she might actually be amused.
However if one who knew her well enough were to see her, they would see naught but emotionless equality, the mask covering anything that might give some indication as to emotion within her visage. She didn’t see the point of wasting her time on emotions. It was far too tiring, and honestly, keeping her emotions tucked away meant that she had far more time and energy to spend gaining more power, and that was what she loved doing. If there ever was a time when she could say she had felt love, it was her love for power. And though she hates emotions, she would readily admit the only one she doesn’t hate is love for power. Power hungry, she doesn’t care for wasting time on anything else. Her desire drives her and keeps her going, no matter the cost. The mixed breed feline picked her way over a pile of disgusting refuse, those dogs at their irritating antics as usual, and drew upon the Slaughterhouse.
Her favorite place to hang out and lounge, really she loved the place. That it used to be a place of death for the animals through the humans was just a little added bonus. That it happened to be the place of death for a good many of their enemies was also a lovely little tidbit she couldn’t help but adore. A satisfied meow of relaxation left the feline as she clambered up onto a little rocky outcropping not far from the building itself. High enough off the ground that she could buy herself a few precious moments of time in the case of an ambush, the rocky was a lovely place for some sunning too. Granted she knew she wouldn’t be able to linger long beneath the sun before getting too hot, but for the moment she would be fine.
Her ears flicked back and then forwards once more before she sprawled out on the mossy rock, nearly dried from the weeks of little to no rain. A soft, rumbling purr thrummed in her chest as she lazed, tail twitching now and then as she closed her eyes, the sun dappling across her eyelids. As she laid there, she allowed herself to doze, remaining at least half alert as always, but doze nonetheless. She dreamed of her parents, of her siblings and how weak they’d been, but most of all, she remembered the times when they’d played together, when she’d been capable of having genuine, true fun.
Those days were long gone, however, and the one year old hadn’t actually played since the day her parents tried to take over in their upbringing. But she really couldn’t say she missed them. Perhaps she did, far away in that little corner of her mind, but otherwise, she really didn’t care. The ice princess didn’t bother opening her eyes as she twisted her head around to groom the fur on her back, the rhythmic, habitual motions serving as a subtle comfort. She stayed that way for a while, grooming her fur until it was sleek and rippling along her lean form, and not long after she heard the rustling of paws on the ground, approaching her rock. Elvira remained quiet, refusing to worry about the stranger until they showed up. If they even bothered showing up. |
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Post by Hunter on Feb 26, 2013 14:38:57 GMT
He sat on the rooftop of the slaughterhouse and watched. Watched. Watched the pigeons fly around, watched the sun warming the earth, watched the rustling of the few trees in the area. Watched. Stared. Stared with his green eyes locked in some place in the horizon, staring at everything without really seeing, without really thinking, without really noticing. Stared, at everything and nothing without as much as moving his neck or irises an inch. At least not before something of interest moved under him. With a single tuck of his neck, he looked down, watched the white cat slither as a poisonous snake across the terrain of the Slaughterhouse. What he thought was interesting was not that she was a pridemember, because those rarely interested him much. And what he thought was interesting was neither what she did. What he did found interesting about her, however, was what she didn’t do. All others would have gone into the slaughterhouse where the whines and howls of tortured souls from time to time cracked the air – oh, he’d forgotten to listen to them, hadn’t he? Been too occupied with looking, watching, staring, hmm?
Never mind, he wasn’t done with it. Watching. He looked on her as a creep as she laid her white frame on a rock, enjoying the sun while others, inside, enjoyed the sounds of pain from the scum. What a remarkable way to enjoy, at this very place, at this very hour, at this very time, with this very being, he thought. Or at least he thought that he thought it. He wasn’t sure, and he’d already forgotten. Had he not? No matter. No one cared, no one minded. What mind? What care? What matter? Oh well. Not a single bit would happen to he who did naught.
Jumping down the rooftop on soft paws as secure as the hooves of an alpine ibex, the odd cat named after the continuous sounds after a shout in the mountains, Echo, was soon found on the ground. Well, it didn’t have to be in the mountains. It could also be in a cell. An empty cell. A cell empty expect for yourself… and the one ruling your life. The judge of your life. The one who decides if you should live or die. Echo… He wasn’t keen on being quiet as he rustled through the tall grasses surrounding the rock which the white female lay upon. When he came forth and stood in front of her, he simply tilted his head a bit to the side. What was this youngster’s name again? ”Why are you here?” he asked with a slightly distant voice. He wasn’t sure if he remembered the pretty one’s name, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the question. Always the questions. The endless questions of which none he wished to answer. ”Echo… It’s in the mountains. And right in front of you, around you. Still you're different.” The echo. It was him, he was it. The echo was what the pride members gave him, them and all their questions. The echo was what the dogs had given him, them and all their questions. They were all the same, an echo of each other. Always the same. But she was different. Why was she here?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 2:07:39 GMT
"Speech"
Elvira lounged furthermore, her eyes half closed in her lapse of tension, and her ivory tail flicked back and forth in an equally lazy motion, desiring for nothing more than the rest of the day in peace, with little to bother her, or test her restraints of anger. She didn’t think that anyone was around, but then again, she always seemed to be proven wrong, possibly in good ways, though not always as such, unfortunately. She desired for a chance to spend some time undisturbed, no small feat in of itself, and she knew that the best she could think to hope for was a few hours at most time to herself. Which, she decided, wasn’t all that bad, considering it was by and far longer than her time alone since then. The feline yawned softly, her pale eyes opening further to reveal entrancing aquamarine depths, beautiful in their own right, though made eerily more so by the frigidness that lay within, almost as though daring others to venture forth into their depths. She was no coward certainly, and to be fair many others hadn’t been. Willing entering the depth they’d found in her eyes, but she couldn’t say that when they reemerged it was with full…possession of their capabilities.
But could you blame a lady for taking advantage of what was earned through her own actions? After all, she wasn’t at all a large cat, and had to use everything and anything to her advantage lest she succumb to such base things as fear and terror. The only way Elvira was going to lower to those depths was through instilling such base emotions in others, for nothing pleased her more than to see the dirt beneath her paws look justly so, and it pleased her even more when they broke under such pressure, a lovely sight in of itself. Although even as she contemplated such sweet actions, the queen knew she wasn’t alone.
Someone else was there, and they were watching her. Of course her day hadn’t already been busy enough. Well, maybe this one would be worthy of her attention, the female thought wearily as the not so quiet brush of fur against grass filled her delicate ears, making them swivel in the direction of the intruder, and she bit back and irritable hiss. It took mere moments before he was standing in front of her, and she opened her eyes slowly, reluctantly, to see the cat watching her, head tilted to the side. ”Why are you here?” He asked, his tone slightly distant in a way that miffed the mixed breed. She sat up, taking her time, and looked the tom over, faint curiosity prickling in the recesses of her mind. Now why did this cat strike her as familiar. Ah, that was it. Recognition hit her. He was-”Echo… It’s in the mountains. And right in front of you, around you. Still you're different.” His words were the same, and she tipped her head to the side, tail lashing slowly back and forth. ”Perhaps I should ask you why you are here.” She replied coldly, though she couldn’t repress the faint twinge of respect for the famous Iris spy. ”Elvira.” She murmured softly, by means of introduction, her always soft voice melodic, almost as though every word was a piece of a song.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 28, 2013 10:41:40 GMT
"Speech."
She looked at him, he looked at her. Recognition was found in her young, marine blue eyes even before he spoke of himself… introduced if you wanted to put it that way. Some would say so, Echo would not. At least he didn’t think he did call it an introduction. Who are you, where’re you from, what did you have for dinner last night? No, he wasn’t introducing himself, because he wasn’t telling about those things. She’d gone to a sitting position after he’d arrived, and though Echo was a male, you could already see now that he wasn’t that much bigger than the young female spy in front of him. He’d never been big of size, but it’d never really bothered him. Echo had never really needed to be big and strong, he’d other qualities. Besides, to tell what actually had bothered the spotted tom was even a mystery in itself since many knew little to nothing about him. And it wasn’t like he was going to speak of it himself. The only thing about it others knew was that he was sad that his sister was gone. He’d shown that in his own, strange way.
Her head tipped to the side and tail lashing behind her, the white beauty asked him a question similar to that of his own. Her tone was cold, but it was with a hint of respect to her older pridemate. Echo’s ears flickered as her question reached them and a little smile started to tug in his lips. ”Nothing happens to he who does naught,” he said and shook his head. He then found it a funny gesture and kept doing it for longer than needed after he already had stopped – completely as if the white feline in front of him wasn’t there at all. He stopped when she softly said her name, but he didn’t stop to look at her. Instead of looking at her, he looked up at the spot on the slaughterhouse where he’d sit a few minutes before. ”Nothing happens to he who does naught,” he said again with a little smile and then looked at Elvira again. She was a very beautiful, young cat. Many would fall for her looks, they would admire her beauty. But Echo looked like one who didn’t notice it. The little, happy smile on his lips gave a spark of life to his face. Almost as childish innocence.
“Elvira… El-vi-ra, Elvira…,” he then mumbled for himself thoughtfully, as if tasting her name on his tongue. ”Envy-ra? Elle vit? Which one I wonder.” His voice was now as thoughtful as his gaze and he looked on her curiously as if he studied her. ”Have you tried sitting on a rooftop and watch the sunrise?” he then asked, completely out of the blue, as he looked her directly in her blue eyes, his own green big with wonder.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 21:05:05 GMT
"Speech"
Elvira had to admit she was quite intrigued by this male’s appearance, his seemingly aloof act, or maybe it was not an act, though to her everyone was an act. She recognized him only moments before he spoke, giving his name in one of the oddest fashions she’d ever heard, and faint amusement threatened to flicker in the cold depths of her eyes before she straightened up and stretched out lithely, blinking slowly. However even as she looked him over, she knew that he was doing the same thing to her, and as such she held rather still, her stance proud, gaze only faintly challenging, as if thinking he could possibly possess the foolishness to challenge her. The feline’s head tipped to the side, tail lashing lazily about, asking him her own question, similar if not verbatim to the one he had asked of her. The tom’s ears flickered before a small smile tugged his lips upwards. ”Nothing happens to he who does naught,” He said and shook his head, continuing with the gesture even after the need for it was gone.
The female waited patiently, her gaze lazy almost, as he turned his gaze towards the slaughterhouse, seeming to forget she was there for a time. Well now. How rude of him. Her expression turned disapproving before he seemed to ready himself to speak once more. ”Nothing happens to he who does naught,” He repeated with a little smile, turning back to her once more, and this time she tilted her head. She understood the concept of his statement, but exactly how did that answer her question? But...just as she readied to express her distaste for such vague remarks, she truly saw the little, happy smile upon his lips, and she saw the life it lent to him, almost what she would call a youthful innocence. Call her soft, though she was anything but, the feline couldn’t seem to bring herself to say anything that would threaten the thin balance of that happiness. ”It is the one who lies in wait that gains the most when they strike.” She murmured thoughtfully, building off of his comment.
Besides, she’d heard rumors about this one. Whether they were true or not, she didn’t know, and that was what made her cautious. “Elvira… El-vi-ra, Elvira…,” He mumbled to himself thoughtfully. ”Envy-ra? Elle vit? Which one I wonder.” His voice was now as thoughtful as his gaze, which turned to curiosity as he studied her. ”Have you tried sitting on a rooftop and watch the sunrise?” He asked suddenly, meeting her pale gaze directly, forest green eyes wide with wonder. She allowed herself a small smile in the face of his rather youthful antics, and shook her head delicately. ”I cannot say I have.” She said gently, a soft lilt of amusement to her cold tones.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 14, 2013 18:56:24 GMT
"Speech."
Echo had to admit he was somewhat fascinated by the fact that this female, a member like him of the one and only infamous Iris Pride, wasn’t inching away from him or giving him glances as were he a weirdo. Most did that, and that was usually when he chose to walk away which some cats, for some odd reason, found disturbingly rude. Or impolite to keep it in a civil matter. Not all did, no, not at all. But this white female, El-vi-ra, kept a certain dignity to her as if it was the most common of nature, even in his presence. A flicker of his soft, sensible ears was the only thing for now which made the white she-cat know he’d heard her murmured words. The one who lie in wait is the one who gains the most when they strike… never heard that before, but still so very true, he thought and hid it in one of the chambers in his mind.
The sudden smile she gave him, however little on her tiny lips, startled him for a moment which he didn’t care to hide. It was a thing he was so unused to receive, but it only confirmed the feeling inside him which told him that he liked this pride member. Because as far as he could read, the smile wasn’t one of pity. What startled him even more though, was the words she spoke. ”No? No…” he frowned, almost as if disappointed at the fact that she hadn’t enjoyed the view of a sun rise in the early morning. ”A fail in your upbringing I must say,” he concluded firmly, but with a teasing hint to his undertone as a friendly counter to the amused ring in her voice.
He then turned away from her as the sound of another creature rustled nearby. It was a rat, a big and bold one of its kind which sneaked around, searching for leftovers from the felines’ meals. A glint of mischief shone in Echo’s jade green eyes. ”Let’s play,” he suggested Elvira without looking at her, as if the rat had made him forget all about their previous conversation. He lowered his body to the ground as he began to stalk toward the brown rat. His nimble muscles worked quickly, even after three years in the Tempest Pack, Echo was still a master in camouflage which resulted in the rat not seeing him before he was standing right in front of it. Stealth was like second nature to him. Staying unseen had always been a thing he’d worked on. The fat creature showed its razor sharp teeth at him in surprise as the feline to it came as if out of nowhere. Echo clawed at it, making it squeal and recoil. The Siamese mix lashed with his tail, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he looked back to see if Elvira had followed him. The rat had put some distance between the two of them and two smaller rats came to flank it. ”Your turn,” he said to the white female, watching the three rats with flickering tail.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 13:12:20 GMT
"Speech"
Elvira was filled with curiosity towards this cat, this cat that was so different from the rest. Being different was good as far as she was concerned, given that she was different, and absolutely abhorred the boring quality of the felines who felt they should all be the same. She encouraged uniqueness, if only so she could drive off those weaker than the rest, but in the end, she believed everyone was their separate person. This fact was no different in the face of the male, Echo, who was indeed not like the rest. She liked that, admired his tenacity in being different, unaffected by those who would shun him. Not to mention she’d heard snippets of what the Iris Spy had gone through, and knew that no weakness could remain after his time among the Tempest whelps. She knew her words reached his ears through the flicker of his ears, nothing more, but she didn’t need more than that. The white furred feline licked her paw, drawing it over her ear slowly, thoughtfully.
Her paw paused as she gave him a smile, seeming to startle him for a moment, before she continued, her eyes sparkling with faint amusement. ”No? No…” He frowned, as though startled further by her words and seeming disappointed in that fact. Her tails swished, dismissing the disappointment easily. She had grown up with it, and she certainly wasn’t about to worry about it. ”A fail in your upbringing I must say,” He concluded firmly, but with a teasing hint to his tone that kept her from acting upon the warning gleam in her eyes at his words. ”Alas, there were many failings in my upbringing, but I assure you, I have never had need of that one.” She spoke once more, though this time her tone was definitely teasing, masking the kernel of truth.
Echo turned from her as the sound of another creature sounded nearby, a rat, big and bold for its species as it scuttled around, searching for leftovers as such scavengers do. Were she not comfortably full, she would have taken advantage of it’s foolish boldness, but as she saw the mischief in the older tom’s eyes, she wondered at just how little the rat would be getting away with. ”Let’s play,” He suggested as he lowered his body to the ground, stalking towards the rat. He worked quickly, stalking up to the prey animal until he clawed at it, making the creature squeal and recoil. Elvira purred her amusement, padding closer in a measured way, as though every step was taken only after thinking about it. A playful smile played on the older feline’s lips as his tail lashed, looking back at her. ”Your turn,” He said to her, as the three rats watched them just as they watched the three rats. Vira smiled sweetly, at odds with the dark amusement in her gaze as she padded to draw even with the tom. ”With pleasure.” She purred before her ears slanted back and her tail swept from side to side as she advanced upon the rats. Drawing closer, she stared hard at the two flanking rats, and then bared her teeth, hissing ferociously until they squealed in terror and darted off a ways, leaving their third companion alone. Soft laughter rolled in her throat as she stalked towards the bold rat that seemed incapable of backing down from a challenge. Turning, she beckoned to the jade eyed tom that served as her companion, and then turned back towards the rat, having a staring contest of ridiculous proportions, given she couldn’t care less over this rat.
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