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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 19:52:13 GMT
"Speech."
The full moon cast a shadow on the old abandoned amusement park and thunder clapped in the distance. Nothing could be heard from the old fairground, except for the sound of rain hitting the pavement. Something moved in the shadows, the only hit was the pair of yellow eyes that scanned the area looking for shelter from the storm. A bolt of lightning lit up the ground only for a moment revealing the outline of a black cat.
Salazar shook his fur coat for what seemed like the hundredth time that night as he padded on through the deserted park looking for signs of the pack of dogs he had been chasing. Salazar's stomach clamped painfully as he thought of what had only happened moments ago. He'd only been gone for a few minutes when he heard his mate's cry of pain and raced back to the burrow.
He knew something was dreadfully wrong when he sniffed the burrow hole and found the trace of dog urine and bloody paw-prints leading away from the sight. Salazar remembered hearing his name to see his beautiful mate weakly crawling to his side. One look at her told him what was to come and he ran to her side. She didn't say anything, just lay her head on his side and sighed heavily. She closed her eyes for the last time and Salazar had left her body, unable to cope with her death. Now here he was, his fur stained with crimson blood; her blood as rain pelted down on him. He would find those murders, killing them to revenge his family or what had been his family. Head low, Salazar shook his head and searched miserably for some shelter.
Another flash of lightning and he spotted an old washroom facility and padded slowly inside. Looking around Salazar shook his fur again finding the building was surprisingly warm to the black cat or it would have if Salazar had noticed. His heart was broken in pieces and only anger, guilt and resentment served as a bandage over his heart.
"I will find them,Pearl, I promise. I will not rest until those killers have died from my paws or me from my wounds." With that in mind, the young tom cat closed his eyes curled up in a ball. Salazar did not sleep much as nightmares plagued his sleep and the storm continued overhead.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 11, 2013 20:13:47 GMT
The storm made Nutmeg stir from her fitful slumber. It was a surprisingly cool evening for June, and the constant thunder was creating nightmares for the poor feline. Her body trembled as she curled up further into the corner of the washroom. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she rolled onto her side. A gust of wind emitted a shiver from her small frame. Nutmeg never really minded storms, especially when she resided in her cave, but when she was alone in the city it became a lot more frightening. She'd been walking for miles, and she'd got tired and disorientated. Grizzly would be wondering where she was, but Nutmeg had decided not to turn back. She needed to stop relying on her best friend, and focus on a life alone. She had stumbled into the old amusement park and found shelter in the washroom. The temperature had plummeted considerably since she'd first ventured out, and it was lucky she hadn't turned around and headed home. She would've been drenched through and probably caught a cold.
A streak of lightening illuminated the cat, followed by the rumble of thunder. Jerking awake from a bad dream, the feline's eyes darted around in fear. Her heart pounded as she looked around her dark surroundings. The sound of rain pounded against the roof, and suddenly a scent made Nutmeg stop dead. Blood. Pricking her ears, she wildly stood up, fear consuming her. She wasn't alone. Padding across the room, she came across a dark figure, asleep against another corner. Cerberus. She could barely even think the name before a choking feeling got lodged in her throat. Letting out a small cry, the tortoiseshell cat backed away until she fell against a shelf. A few items wobbled on the shelf, before tumbling down with a clatter, most likely wakening the slumbering feline.
Breathing heavily, she tried to hiss at the male, but nothing came out but a small, strangled whine. Cerberus died. But he looked so... the blood. This couldn't be anyone else but him. They were identical in appearance. Both had the colour of midnight, both were stained with blood. He was back from the dead, ready to kidnap her and turn her back into his slave. Swallowing thickly, Nutmeg was utterly frozen. She was a deer in the headlights, unable to move an inch. She was consumed completely by fear. She quickly glanced at the exit, but she'd have to pass by Cerberus to escape. He'd catch her and hurt her.
No, no, no, no, no, She thought wildly, This cannot possibly be happening. Where's Grizzly? Anyone?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 20:47:48 GMT
"Speech."
Salazar, being a light sleeper after years of training by his father, bolt awake when a strangled-scream echoed through the old washroom. He looked around, senses on high alert as he searched for the reason he had woken up. A bolt of lightning lit up the room, and Salazar could finally make out the terrified figure of another cat. Salazar jumped back when he saw the female's blue eyes starring at him accusingly. It was Pearl and she was fine. He hadn't found her dead body, hadn't watched her take her last dying breath or see blood stain her beautiful grey coat.
"Pearl?" he whispered hesitantly, only a moment later to realize that he was still covered in her blood. He looked back up at the cat to see it had changed into a sleep black and orange female with a look of terror on her face. Shaking his head, he sighed and growled angrily at himself. He was a fool to think that she was alive. She was dead, gone. She was never coming back to him. Shaking his head, he turned back to the situation at hand. Clearly the young female was scared of something or someone and he probably needed to calm her down.
Yawning, he slowly and cautiously padded a few steps toward the troubled feline, stopping so that she had a clear line to leave if she wanted.
"Excuse me miss, is something wrong? Can I do anything for you?" replied Salazar keeping his voice low and calming, even though he was completely not calm. He always managed to find company, even if he didn't want it. Still, he would try his best to help her out, maybe she's finally put him out of his misery.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 12, 2013 16:12:17 GMT
The feline woke abruptly, which made Nutmeg quiver with fear. He was back, back for her. In her dream-addled brain, Nutmeg didn't consider how ridiculous this sounded. She had seen Cerberus' body before her eyes. But none of those memories were coming to Nutmeg's consciousness as she stared at her terrible past before her. He was going to kill her for ever running away. He would kill Grizzly. Nutmeg didn't know how he'd track Grizzly down, but he would, and he would rip the poor Maine Coon to shreds. She jumped at a sudden clap of thunder that jolted her out of her depressing thoughts as she saw the ebony feline stand up and yawn. He then began to make his way over to her. Nutmeg panicked. She backed up as far as she could against the wall as she begun to hyperventilate. She was going to die here and she'd be so mutilated, no one would recognise her corpse.
His low voice was barely heard over the howling wind, but she strained to catch his words. He sounded so similar to Cerberus that her blood ran cold. However, his words made no sense. Why did he sound so calming and confused? Nutmeg shook her head. It was a trick. It must be. He wouldn't try and be purposefully kind to her. Nutmeg narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she finally began to wake up and rake her eyes over the feline. She didn't trust him at all, and as he approached Nutmeg arched her back and hissed. Her fur prickled with fear and adrenalin as she unsheathed her claws, feeling extremely on edge.
"Don't you dare come near me," She snarled, surprised by the venom in her voice. She was scared, but she didn't want to show it. Cerberus had always sneered and mocked her for being so fearful of him. Her eyes gazed down at the blood that stained his dark fur. It was barely visible, but the putrid, irony smell made her nostrils flare in disgust. Who had he killed this time? What poor, innocent soul had met the fate of Cerberus? "What do you want with me this time, Cerberus?" She sneered, suddenly plucking up the courage to question him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 17:38:14 GMT
"Speech."
Salazar could see right away that the young female was still not fully awake and backed up a bit when she hissed at him. He noticed that she stared at the blood still staining his fur coat, but he didn't have the heart to take it off. It served as a reminder of what could have been a nice family. He backed up another few steps, keeping his eyes on the female while he analysed the problem.
It was clear that something very bad had been done to this young female, from the way she stood to the way she hissed angrily. Sure, Salazar wasn't a well-mannered cat or even handsome, but he usually didn't tick others off this bad. Yes, she had definitely been through some horrible ordeal. Not to mention the use of some other cat's name, clearly her abuser, thought Salazar. The only problem was how to help someone who wasn't even sure where they were or who they were with.
Salazar kept his distance as he sorted through all the possibilities, coming to the same conclusion every time. He couldn't just stand there and feed whatever nightmare was awake in the young feline, nor could he just leave her. The only thing he could do was cause more harm first and then pick up the pieces. That or place himself in harm's way, which could end his life.
As much as he was tempted to let the feline, rip him to shreds, he knew that he would rather die at the hands of the pack then by this cat. No, he was going to have to wake her up the hard way.
Taking a deep breath, Salazar rushed at the female and used all his weight to push her down and pin her, hissing at her. She was alot lighter than him so he was able to keep her pinned, but not enough to hurt her.
In a tone, most likely used by elder when dealing with a naughty kit, Salazar said,"Miss, take a good long look at me. I mean you no harm to you. My name is Salazar and I swear I will not hurt you. Cerberus is gone," Salazar paused and then added, "You killed him, it's over. Do you understand?"
Salazar then waited for the female underneath him to say something, keep his eyes trained on hers showing all the concern and worry he could muster.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 13, 2013 21:51:52 GMT
When the feline advanced on her, Nutmeg tried to run, but she was too late. He managed to pounce on her and pin her down to the ground. She started struggle, completely believing she was about to die. Why else would Cerberus do this? She kicked her legs out at the ebony feline, but to no avail. His teeth would sink into her tender neck and sever a vein. She'd then slowly bleed out on this dirty floor until she was left for dead. Nutmeg shivered violently at the mere thought. She really didn't want to die. As depressing as her life was, she still had many years left in her. What would Grizzly think? He'd assume she'd left him again. He'd be so angry. Nutmeg began to panic again, her breaths coming short and fast as she hyperventilated. It was only when a voice sliced past her loud breaths that Nutmeg began to focus and listen to what the black feline had to say.
He won't hurt her? Why was he referring to Cerberus in the third tense? Nutmeg couldn't understand it at first. Nothing was adding up. Cerberus was pinning her to the ground. However, the longer she was stuck on the floor to stare up at him, the more she realised this wasn't who she thought it was. Memories flashed back at her as she remembered the dead, cold body of Cerberus, ripped apart by canines. A long, slow breath left Nutmeg's body as she started to relax. He was dead. She'd seen him with her own eyes. He'd died a terrible, gruesome death, and he was never coming back to her. Which begged the question... who was the feline who was pinning her to the ground and trying to make her come to her senses? Suddenly feeling very embarrassed, she gazed at the dark cat. The crimson blood made Nutmeg's stomach roll uneasily, and she finally managed to wrangle her way out of his grasp.
Shaking her fur, Nutmeg licked at her front two paws. She finally addressed the feline who probably thought she was insane, "I mistook you for someone else," She admitted, feeling extremely stupid, "I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll go." Nutmeg sneaked out of the washroom into the cold, pouring rain. Lightning illuminated the horizon as Nutmeg tried to gain as much distance as possible from the feline. Her fur was sodden in seconds and she soon started to shiver. What were you thinking, Nutmeg? She cursed herself silently, Cerberus is dead. You know that! Rolling her eyes, Nutmeg decided not to question her sanity. She'd long since realised that she was not the feline she once had been. She never would be the same again after Cerberus. She'd constantly be plagued with nightmares of Cerberus and entrapment. She couldn't escape from that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 1:41:22 GMT
"Speech."
Salazar nodded when the female seemed to come to and he allowed her to sit up and moved away from her. When he heard that she was going to leave, something snapped in Salazar and he followed her out into the pouring rain. It wasn't because he might be in love, it the idea of it being cold and raining, not to mention very dark. He knew that she would be cross with him, but he also didn't want to leave it on such bad a note.
Luckily, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, giving Salazar a chance to see the young female take off into the night. Taking a deep breath, he ran to catch up with her, trying to keep memories of the previous night's problems at the back of his mind. It wasn't right that she had to leave when he had clearly been the second to arrive in the washroom.
His long legs, quickly ate up the distance between them, enough for him to call out, "Miss, I did not mean to make you leave. I'd rather see you warm and dry then watch you take off in this weather. Why don't you spend the night with me in the washroom, and in the morning I'll get us something to eat and you can be on your way. It's the least I can do after, I jumped on you. I was only trying to help you see reason."
He then stopped, keeping his ears pricked for any sort of danger that might be lurking around as the rain continued to pelt his black fur, removing the blood from his fur, but it left a small permanent stain on his side. He really hadn't meant to be that harsh, but he knew in his heart it was the only thing he could have done.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 15, 2013 14:46:09 GMT
She truly hadn't expected the black cat to follow her out into the horrendous weather. She turned around at the sound of a faint voice that was being caught over the howling wind. Water dripped off her chin as she watched him catch up with her, panting heavily. They were now both soaking wet and it would take several hours for them to warm up again. Sighing, she turned to look over her shoulder. It was dark and cold and wet. She had been an idiot to run out on him, but she felt awkward after her episode. Licking her lips, Nutmeg finally nodded warily, before starting to walk back to the washroom. Her paws splashed in the puddles as they walks, caking her in mud. She dipped her head and finally walked into the building, groaning in pleasure at the sudden waft of heat that enveloped her body.
She padded over to the corner in which she'd been sleeping before. The storm was slowly passing over them. The thunder was softer, the lightning less violent. Even the rain was beginning to let up. Stretching comfortably, Nutmeg curled up in a ball, resting her head on her two front paws. She had already formed a puddle beneath her from the rain. Nutmeg couldn't comprehend why the weather was so bad when it was summer. She wanted the intense heat of the sun, not the pouring rain and thick, black clouds. She gazed over to the opposite corner, where the stranger was. It struck her that she didn't even know his name.
"I'm Nutmeg, by the way," She added, beginning to lick her two front paws. The mud had stained her, but it was soon coming off with a brush of her rough, long tongue. She averted her attention back to the ebony cat. Cocking her head, she examined the blood which didn't appear to have washed out from the rain. It wasn't prey blood, the scent wasn't that distinct. "Whose blood?" She asked, very much aware that she was prying, but she needed to calm down before she could get back to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 16:21:09 GMT
"Speech."
Salazar watched in silence as rain continued to beat down on him, soaking his fur coat completely, making him shake every few minutes. He sighed contently when he saw her nod and head back towards the washroom, him following slightly behind her. When they had reached the building, Salazar shook out what he could of the water, letting small droplets of water to fly off his body. Satisfied, that was all that would come off, he padded over to a corner and stretched out. He was tired from so much running, but he knew sleep would not come easily a second time.
He was just about to lay to get up and go exploring when the female spoke to him and he turned his yellow eyes on her.
" My name is Salazar, my lady," answered Salazar, bowing his head slightly to show his respect and once more prepared to get up. It wasn't that he didn't like her company, it was more he would never get to sleep and he was curious. He was so wrapped up in thinking of what to do that he didn't hear Nutmeg asked him her other question. He whirled around, staring at he suspiciously hiding the pain that the question held.
"I can assure you my lady, I haven't killed anyone and I won't hurt you," replied Salazar keeping his voice steady, to hide the pain. He then stood up and padded back outside, muttering that was going to check outside and make sure no one had followed. He needed some time to himself, more importantly the rain somehow calmed the black cat.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 15, 2013 17:20:16 GMT
Nutmeg was surprised at his formalities. She'd never met such a... gentleman. Grizzly had always been kind and gentle, but this feline was different. A small smile appeared on her lips. She didn't know why she found it so amusing. You're going insane, Nutmeg, Her mind supplied unhelpfully. So, his name was Salazar. A bit of a mouthful. She watched as Sal looked uncomfortable and got up from the spot he'd been lying. She frowned. He didn't look like he was enjoying her company, and she was itching to move around. Not that Nutmeg cared. She would probably rather be alone. Nutmeg wasn't good with... people. She felt on edge with others around her. She wondered whether she'd even be able to get back to sleep with Salazar there. Besides, she was frightened of the nightmares that may plague her mind if she drifted off.
After a few moments, Salazar replied to her next question. She frowned. "That didn't answer my question." She stated bluntly, but before Salazar could reply, he'd wandered back out into the dying storm. She relaxed a fraction. Assuming he was gone for good, Nutmeg curled back into a ball. She couldn't wait for morning to make her way back to the countryside. She hated this city. It was foul and claustrophobic. She adored the fields and mountains and caves out in the country. Closing her eyes, Nutmeg finally began to feel the tugs of strings on her consciousness. It was a matter of minutes before she fell into a deep slumber.
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It was morning when Nutmeg woke. Damn, she must've been exhausted. She lifted her head and looked up at a window. Rays of light streaked through onto the ground. She yawned wildly, before standing up and stretching with a groan. The storm had passed, and now the skies were clear. The sun was only just above the horizon, meaning it was still early. Birds chirruped nearby as Nutmeg padded out of the washroom and into the park. She gazed at the old, metal contraptions. She didn't understand what they were used for, but humans must have benefited from them somehow.
It was pleasantly warm, so Nutmeg just enjoyed basking in the heat. She didn't even think of the strange feline from the night before, assuming he was long gone.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 18:00:07 GMT
"Speech."
Salazar sighed miserably after padding outside, leaving Nutmeg to sleep away from his presence and away from him. It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was the fact that she was a female and reminded him so much of Pearl that it hurt to listen to her. He shook his head glad that the rain had subsided and the sun was slowly coming up. Looking around, the black cat padded around looking for anything out of the ordinary. Scanning the area, Salazar started to hiss when he caught the scent of canine in the air. It was faint, but a few minutes of following the scent, Salazar could see canine paw-prints in the mud.
Not much of tracker, but enough to get by Salazar concluded that the trail was fresh and very recent. Hair sticking up on his neck, Salazar cautiously followed after the trail, flicking his ears back and forth looking for any signs of the canine that had made the tracks.
It wasn't long before Salazar felt the sensation of being watched and stopped where he was looking into the tree line that bordered the amusement park. Nothing moved in the tree line so Salazar decided to move on. He had only taken a step when something jumped out of the bushes, knocking them both to the ground. Salazar attacked, taking the stranger by surprise and managed to pull away from the attacker.
Backing off, Salazar growled when he saw the dog he had been following get up and glare at him. The look on it's face made it clear to Salazar that this canine planned to kill him. Keeping his gaze trained on the springer spaniel, Salazar hissed, keeping his claws out and prepared. The spaniel walked around him, eyeing him up before stopping and threw back it's head to howl.
Hearing the howl, Salazar's blood ran cold, remembering a howl similar to that only the previous night. This canine was a scout, probably out looking for him to finish him off. He didn't understand why these dogs wanted him, but clearly they still had some unfinished business with him.
'Nutmeg,' whispered a small voice in his head, making Salazar jerk his head up and turn it towards where the bathroom facility was. She was mostly black and if she was caught by them, they would tear her to shreds. He hissed angrily, knowing she was in danger because of him. He had to protect her, but first he would have to get rid of this scout.
He turned to the last spot he had seen the beagle and cursed his lack of attention when he saw it wasn't standing there. A moment later, something rushed at him grabbing him by the neck and shaking him, making Salazar cry out in pain. He tried desperately to kick out at the spaniel, ripping open a wound in it's chest and causing the wolf to drop him. Luckily, years of strengthening his muscles had served him well, stopping the blood-thirsty monster from ripping open a fatal wound. It still would leave the black cat in considerable pain, but for now he was only worried about Nutmeg.
The canine, angered by the wound on his chest growled at Salazar and tried to lunge at him again, only Salazar saw it coming and quickly moved out of the way. The springer couldn't stop fast enough and slipped in the mud, falling with a thunk. Salazar took his chance and rushed at the dog, jumped onto it's back and grabbing it by the neck. The canine squirmed and tried to throw Salazar, who clung easily to the weakening canine.
"This is for Pearl," whispered Salazar as he grabbed the mutt's neck and bit down, breaking it and ending its life. Blood dripping from his mouth and neck from where he had been grabbed, the black cat slowly got up and away from the body.
He had killed a canine, one that had been there the night of the attack. The moment was short lived, when Salazar picked up the sounds of howling coming towards him. Quickly Salazar ran as fast as he could back to the washroom, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He was just about to enter the washroom when he spotted Nutmeg coming out of the entrance and ran to her side.
"We need to go quickly, I will explain later, but you need to follow me. I know we just met, but you need to trust me. We don't have much time," exclaimed Salazar, taking deep breaths between words to overcome the pain he felt from his neck and body. They needed to get to a tree, and more importantly, they needed to leave the amusement park before the rest of the pack found them.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 20, 2013 15:06:05 GMT
Nutmeg had been enjoying basking in the sunlight when she suddenly heard the frantic pawsteps of a feline. Opening her eyes, she blinked a the panting, blood-soaked feline. What the hell? Nutmeg glared at the tom cat. What had he done, and why was Nutmeg now in danger? Hissing at him in anger, she decided to follow him. She missed the thrill of a chase. She suddenly heard barks and howls in the distance. They didn't sound happy. Great, a pack was after them. She sighed bitterly. As fun and exciting as this was, she wasn't amused by this. All Nutmeg wanted to do was head back to the countryside and see Grizzly again. They began to run through the Amusement Park until they made their way to the large entrance gates. Nutmeg quickly rushed past them. They were now on the streets of Hexasol.
"What did you do? I'm going to rip you to shreds if you put me in danger because of your stupidity." Nutmeg panted with a snarl, fur prickling. They were now on the run from a pack! How could they escape an entire pack? She began to run across the streets, paws aching from the exertion. She had only just woken up and she was not in a good mood. The sun was slowly getting higher in the sky, and the summer heat wasn't helping. Her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she assumed the pack was closing in on them.
She finally found a large tree and scrambled up the trunk. She reached one of the highest branches and perched herself up there, scouring the land for any bloodthirsty dogs. The growls and barks were getting louder. Dogs had a better sense of smell than cats. They'd surely find her up here. Good thing dogs couldn't climb. Stupid mutts.
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Post by ( FATE ) on Mar 22, 2013 0:44:59 GMT
"Speech"
The weather in Hexasol right now, was not suiting the large Maine Coon very well at all. He had an overwhelming urge to just pull all of his hair out. With this heat, he'd rather be bald than the way he felt. It made it so hard to focus on why he was really out here - in the midst of direct sunlight rather than shade. It was making it impossible for him to stay focused on finding Nutmeg! He felt almost like her parents, the way they would fuss at her for not coming home before dark whenever she was a kitten. They'd always make her say goodbye to him and then he'd have to trudge back to whatever place he called home that night. He always thought her parents caring was sweet. Now he felt like them, wondering why Nutmeg never even came home last night. As much as he'd love to play it off like he hadn't worried himself sick; he couldn't because he had. It was unlike her, she always came home just like he always came home. He let out a small chuckle, laughing at how funny it was that a dirty cave was what they called home now.
Following Nutmeg's trail ended up leading him to the amusement park. He'd left in the middle of the night, just in case she was hurt. If she was, taking longer would just make things worse. God, he hoped she was okay. The maine coon was so lacking sleep, after letting out a long yawn and blinking his eyes a few times, he began scanning his surroundings. Why was she all the way out here? Picking up the pace, he began to go through a small patch of trees that were right across the street from the main part of the park. Just as he passed one of the first trees, he saw two cats running violently towards him. Was that...? He was so sure that he was seeing Nutmeg, but just before he could confirm it, Nutmeg bounded up into a tree. He had no idea where the other one went.
"Nutmeg?" he called out, sprinting over to the base of the tree."Why are you up there?!" he asked, basically yelling, yet he soon realized he wouldn't be able to hear her. Somehow, he'd forgotten.
All he could see was her worried face. Turning around, he looked back to the direction she came from. Where was that other cat? Why were they running? Why was she in a tree? Something felt very wrong, very wrong indeed. But he didn't know what to do. Things weren't processing. Surely there was something, he just couldn't...he just couldn't hear it. "Dammit, what is going on!" he groaned. Grizzly never really used such profanity, but he was so flustered. Just as he began to turn his gaze back to Nutmeg, he got a whiff of something dangerous.
If he could hear, he would've heard the dogs barking becoming closer and closer.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 1:29:40 GMT
"Speech."
As he ran after Nutmeg, Salazar realized how foolish it was of him, a trained fighter, running away from a fight that he had brought down on both of them. He had nobody else to blame, but himself for the way things had ended and here he was, a male cat, running for his life after a female. He passed through the entrance gate with her and onto the old street, not daring to look back in case the pack was right behind him. He watched her jump into the tree, yelling at him the whole time, which increased the guilt and hurt he felt and jnew he was being a coward. No fighting male would have run from a fight as quickl as he had, but the only reason he came up with was that he had to keep Nutmeg safe. Those dogs knew what he looked like, and she even if only a little bit resembled him from a distance. If they caught up to her, they`d tear her to pieces not caring if she was him or not. He still didn`t understand why he couldn`t remember the reason for the pack hunting him in the first place.
He turned to look the way they had come and almost jumped back in fright when he saw the ghostly image of his mate. Pearl`s dead body lying on the street.
`Look at yourself. You lost Pearl because you were too busy being over-confident and left her to die. Do you really want to have another innocent`s blood on your paws,` came a voice inside his mind.
Salazar tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but he knew the voice in his head was right. If she died because of him, it would be by his hand because he had been too cowardly to stand up against them. He was just about to say something when he caught sight of another feline, who was looking at Nutmeg up in the tree worriedly.
`Must be a friend of hers.`thought Salazar bitterly and said the only thing that came to mind, ``Nutmeg, I`ll go distract the pack, you and your friend get out of here as fast as possible. I`m sorry and I hope you came forgive me in time. ``
He then turned back and taking a deep breath, ran back the way they had come not looking back for fear of stopping what would surely be the last thing he saw. He didn`t think death would be at his door so soon, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the pack had found him. Running as fast as he could, not bothering to hide the noise of his paws on the pavement he ran past the amusement park entrance and down the street, a cold tingling chilling his body as he ran. He didn`t need to turn his head to know the dogs were chasing him, the barking was enough. Salazar kept running knowing any moment the pack would close in on him and finish him off, a thought he never thought would come so quickly.
As he ran, Salazar could see the image of his beloved Pearl running beside him, a ghost to everyone but the black cat.
`Death will soon bring us together again, Pearl`,` whispered Salazar as he came to stop in front of a big German Shepherd who had somehow gotten ahead of him. He looked behind to see four other dogs of various breeds behind him growling and snapping at him. Yes, death would not part them for long.
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Post by Picasso on Mar 22, 2013 14:19:28 GMT
As Nutmeg perched in her tree, looking out for the canines, she suddenly saw a fluffy blur race up the streets. Hang on, she knew that blur. Grizzly. For a split second, anger consumed her. Why was Grizzly out looking for her? She could look after herself! And now he'd just ran himself right into the heart of danger. She quickly looked across the street for the canines, but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead, she could just hear their barks and howls that chilled Nutmeg to the bone. Huffing, she finally saw that Grizzly had noticed her. They were too far away for Grizzly to lipread her, and there was no way for her to gesture for him to get in the tree as well. Rolling her eyes, she quickly jumped off the branch and onto the pavement. He looked flustered, as though he'd been running a great distance. Had he tracked her all the way from the cave? Honestly.
"Some cat has put me in trouble," Nutmeg began, before noticing Salazar approaching from behind Grizzly. She shot the black cat a deathly glare, before returning her attention back to Grizzly, "To be honest, I have no idea what is going on either. All I know is there's a pack of dogs chasing after him," She gestured to Salazar, "And we need to get in that tree so they don't rip us to shreds." Before she heard anyone's reply, Nutmeg turned her back and jumped back into her tree. They wouldn't be able to catch her here. Sighing, she vaguely heard something about Salazar distracting the dogs. That was suicide. A pack of dogs against one cat? Their best bet was to run until the dogs got bored or tired. Or gain higher ground, like the rooftops.
"Are you crazy?!" She shouted down at him, but Salazar was already running towards the pack. Slumping on her branch, she gazed over at Grizzly with narrowed eyes, "Trying to keep tabs on me, are we?" She snapped without much venom to her voice. She didn't mean to be cruel, but she wasn't exactly having a good morning. The barks were slowly getting louder and louder. They were going to kill Salazar.
Good, a part of her brain supplied, He deserves it after what he's put you through.
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