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Post by Hunter on Apr 9, 2013 15:16:34 GMT
”Speech.”
She walked inside the great halls of the city’s university, admiring the great place and enjoying the shade the insides of the building offered. It’d been a terribly warm summer and though the temperature had dropped a little, it was still at times too hot for Vanessa in the midday sun – like today. Just this morning, heavy drops of rain had fallen from the sky, and even though the Blue Russian female was thankful for the returning water, the damp air afterwards wasn’t to bear. The air outside was filled with moisture while the temperature was just as high as it used to be, making Vanessa even the more grateful for retreating from the sun. She stretched her long body while looking up in the ceiling, liking how big this place was, but the top of the shopping center was for her an even better territory than this would be for her and her sisters. She’d no intentions on moving away from there just yet.
The Amazons were thriving. While their numbers still were small, and they hadn’t done anything active in the war just yet, the help from the Iris Pride was much appreciated, and Vanessa was only happy to give the upcoming spy members of the Iris Pride the best of the best of training. Better fighters meant better chances against the Tempest Pack. And when they were out of the picture, it’d be time to focus on the sexist bastard of males who did nothing but look upon females as inferior individuals. Vanessa had once been looked upon like she was breeding stock, but that time was over. She might be working with Alexander now, but she refused to let herself be trotted on by some male who wanted to decide her fate. She could make her own decisions. She was free.
A noise made her focus on the present. She frowned slightly, alarmed though no danger appeared at first sight. ”Who’s there?” she asked, her velvet voice just as dangerous as a flowerbed hiding fox traps. She quickly stalked the few meters left in the hall before she reached the corner from around where the sound had come from.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 21:04:10 GMT
"Well, that's a big place." Shiera softly murmured to herself while examining the great hall with her eyes. It was yet another warm and sunny day. Although it was a bit too warm for Shiera's taste. she was glad she's not a long haired cat.
She slowly continued with her exploring. Light on her feet, she moved silently. She never understood how one could be so loud while moving. Making too much noise made you easier to find. And being easier to find also meant being easier to kill. And Shiera didn't intend to die anytime soon.
She looked around the corner and turned right. She stepped into one of the classrooms.
White colour was peeling off the walls. There was a big table in front of a large interactive whiteboard. Facing the table, there were around 15 rows. Chairs and decaying notebooks were laying on the floor and Shiera had to be careful not to trip over any of them.
She closely examined one of the opened notebooks on the floor.
There's a bunch of these weird symbols written in here. I wonder what they mean.
Oh, a puzzle! She loved puzzle.
But this one is hard. After 20 minutes she gave up. She'll have to solve this another time.
She turned around when she heard a light rustle. A pair of birds flew in through a broken window.
BAM!
Shiera stepped back so she could get a better look on them. While doing that, she hit the old table with her last foot. And it looked like this was the only encouragement the table needed for completely falling apart. It went down with a loud noise-so loud, Shiera was sure she just woke up every living creature in the range of 10 kilometers. And she scared away the birds. Aww, damn. She was hungry.
"Who's there?" a silky feminine voice filled the air. Shiera fell down immediately, getting herself in a crouched position. She wasn't alone. Well, shit.
Her thoughts racing in her head. Should she sneak up on the stranger. Or approach her directly.
It was too late anyway. The owner of the voice just looked around the corner.
An elegant-looking grey feline was staring at Shiera. She quickly stood up.
"Hello. Did I interrupt you or anything? I'm sorry if I did, this old table here would fall apart sooner or later, I just quickened the process." Shiera quickly excused herself. Part of her was a little nervous. Was this cat good or bad. Will she try to hurt her. Oh, god, what if she'll try to fight. Shiera was a terrible fighter.
But another part of her was happy. She hadn't had any proper social interaction with a cat in days. But that's a life of a loner.
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Post by Hunter on Apr 16, 2013 17:38:36 GMT
”Speech.”
What she saw around the corner was quite the sight. A young she-cat stood right in the scene of crime, apparently having assaulted a defenseless table. Vanessa’s eyes softened at the other female’s cheerful introduction, immediately liking the first impression of the cat with a seemingly bright mind. ”Why no” the grey feline said with a crooked smile, her voice now far more pleasant to the sensitive ears of a cat than before. Not that Vanessa generally was much near cheerful. She hadn’t gotten much of a sense of humour which perhaps was why she at times enjoyed seeing others jesting around – as long as it wasn’t during training lessons of course. She might like when her sisters were enjoying themselves, but Vanessa could be quite strict when it came to training and wouldn’t tolerate slacking. They had a treaty with the Iris Pride. If the Amazons didn’t make top trained spies, they could lose an important ally in the war. And Vanessa would for all in the world not lose the Iris Pride as an ally though the pride was ruled by a big ball of white fluff of a male.
”It seems like it didn’t stand a chance against you,” she said, trying for once to be near fun as she calmly approached the other female. ”My name is Vanessa, what is yours?” she asked with a soft purr. She looked the other feline over, noticing her sweet and delicate appearance. She didn’t look like much of a warrior and didn’t smell like the Iris Pride. In fact, the Russian Blue couldn’t track much of a scent on her. ”You’re alone,” she concluded more than asked the two coloured feline, a slight frown appearing on her forehead. She sat down a few meters from the black and white she-cat, holding a respectful distance to the stranger to not seem to threatening. Vanessa wasn’t the biggest of felines, but she had a tendency to carry herself in a way that demanded respect from others. She was a leader after all. She wouldn’t want to scare the stranger at all though, which was why she kept her distance. ”I’m sorry if my curiosity is bothering, but I can’t help but wonder why a fine cat like you would want to live alone?” While speaking, her tail curled up to lay softly around her body, then awaiting for the other female to speak.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2013 14:50:52 GMT
Speaking*Thoughts
Shiera tilted her head for a bit. The velvet voice of a cat in front of her had this dangerous undertone. And it definitely fitted it's owner. Lean and smaller female didn't look specifically intimidating-but you know what they say: Poison comes in small bottles. There was certainly some vibe around her that made her look more dangerous than she should have.
She was sitting in a shadow, hidden before sun rays, but even from her Shiera could see her sparkling emerald eyes. Her fur was grey in colour, looking almost blue.
The voice that come out of her mouth after was different. A bit more cheerful maybe? Shiera wasn't sure.
She made a little remark about the table and Shiera blushed, thankful that her fur hid it. She'd hate being a hairless cat. It was true that nothing stand a chance against her clumsiness. Well, she wasn't ALWAYS that clumsy, but she had her moments.
Vanessa. "That's a nice name." she smiled "I'm Shiera." she represented herself and sat down. It looked like the cat was inspecting her with her eyes, trying to create an impression about her.
Shiera looked at her. This cat looked wiser and much more experienced than her. Even when sitting she looked proud and thoughtful. The one thing Shiera noticed is the distance between them. But she didn't want to intrude Vanessa's personal space. When she was younger she chased off a lot of cats with that, so she just decided to let others decide how far from her would they be.
She was a bit surprised when Vanessa commented on her being alone.
"Well, yes I am, most of the time." she told her a bit confused. Why would she be interested in that. Looking at her now, Vanessa didn't looked like a loner. And she didn't smell as one. There was a slight scent of cats holding her and Shiera frowned a little. Was she an Iris or an Lexis? Or something entirely else. She didn't know a lot about the packs and prides and all these stuff, she only knew the main ones and some gangs.
”I’m sorry if my curiosity is bothering, but I can’t help but wonder why a fine cat like you would want to live alone?” was Vanessa next question.
Shiera thought a bit about that question before answering.
She admitted to herself that she asked this question herself numerous times. Why was she alone. Honestly, she never found the right answer. Maybe it was because she just didn't like war. Or maybe a solitary life grew on her?
"Well, you see, I don't care about war all that much," she sounded almost apologetic. "I mean I think Iris' pride isn't suitable for me. I find their hate for canines a bit unjustified and a bit exaggerated. I mean, surely not all canines are the same?" The last question was meant for herself, not only for Vanessa. Even after all horrible thing she saw dogs, wolves and other canines do, she couldn't help but doubt in canines' morals. But she still didn't hate them all. That would be too out of character for her.
"And Lexis, well, there are canines there. I don't hate them all, but I surely wouldn't want to live with them. Especially after they did to my mother."
And damn. She got too talkative again and she just told a complete stranger almost her whole history. Even the stupidest cat would guess what she meant with what they did to my mother. She scolded herself and quickly said: "But I'm sure none of this interests you. My history isn't too interesting."
Great! Now she'll get bored. Good job Shiera, good job. she thought to herself angrily. And beside, she was telling the truth. Her history isn't all that interesting. It's just a bunch of wild dogs tearing apart her mom and then she fought her sister and failed completely.
Why would anyone be interested in that?
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