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He had gotten into the League before their process for initiating newcomers formed, so the tom thought he was in the clear, but he was wrong. Someone had caught on and here he was, in this stinking pit waiting for his torturer. The thought of it made a smile creep onto the tom's face. Scrapes and slashes ran down the length of his body from his previous two days, and he had not broken for them in any sense of the word. The most they ever got was a grunt or a sarcastic remark. Perhaps the last one would impress him.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 1, 2019 18:56:45 GMT -5
Aconite usually left the dirty work to the lesser members of the league. But Solaris was not pleased with the lack of progress. So for once she had to show her less than pure side. She trotted to the makeshift den. "Are you ready to give in or do I have to treat you to a Indy bloodline special." she purred icey blues amused.
He just yawned and glanced over as the Warden's silhouette glowed in the pale sunlight light filtering through the roof of the den. "Hmm... good luck." He rose to his paws and dared to stare his own vacuous sea blue optics into the eyes of the feline before him. "If you want, I'll even put up a fight. " He flexed his claws into the soft earth below and cocked his head to the side. "Unfortunately, none of your goons took me up on this offer." He sighed and waved his tail as he sat back down. "Shame. We could have gotten so much more done."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 4, 2019 0:02:40 GMT -5
Aconite raised a brow. "Id rather have my "goons" hold you don't and remove your claws one at a time till you beg me to stop." she said as if bored all ready by his male ego. "I don't particularly enjoy rolling in the dirt."
He smirked and laid back down. She was not trying to hide her distaste with her assignment. "So, I take it you have no desire to be here? That's great, neither do I. I've already proven myself to your League. I don't need to do it again."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 9, 2019 11:49:46 GMT -5
"Well then. Come along then." She turned her back to the prisoner a show of vulnerability. "Don't make me wait for you boy." she said as she walked away towards the camps entrance.
