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It wasn't every day you got invited to the den of the Nemesis. It was even less normal for said invitation to be for any sort of positive reason. The former proxy suspected why she'd been summoned, after all, she'd been quick to act when Devante had become trapped, saving someone before herself, unlike the vast majority of the League, who'd run at the first sight of trouble. Not that such a reaction was unusual for the hunters. Primal Instinct was home to the cruel and cutthroat, not the altruistic, so it was sensible that they'd save themselves first when the going became rough. It begged the question as to why the scarred huntress had done the opposite of the norm, to rescue someone she had no apparent attachment to.
The actual answer wasn't particularly interesting. It was simply because she could. Senescence had no sense of self preservation, and because of that, had no second thoughts of putting herself in life threatening situations, regardless of the reason, if she even had one.
The blood and shadow she-cat stepped silently into the den, half-blind gaze settling evenly on the Bengal she-cat within, head tilted ever so slightly, perhaps in greeting or question. All the same, she said nothing, nor did she take for than her initial step in, simply waiting for Vera to speak first.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 17, 2018 23:58:54 GMT -5
"Come in."
It was an invitation devoid of any trace of an inviting tone. She was settled in the shadows of the den, poised with elegance and radiating her typical tone of authority. The den itself was intimidating to enter, let alone to face the one who currently inhabited it; the abode of many Nemeses carried with it an unwelcoming atmosphere. Her chartreuse gaze was wider in the dim light, giving Vera an innocent appearance that clashed with her identity.
"Thank you for coming, Senescence," she spoke in a businesslike tone, keeping her words clipped as usual. The Nemesis's words left an uncomfortable silence in the air; it was as though she didn't know how to proceed. And, in fact, she didn't. Never before had Vera been tasked with something such as this, to be brought to her metaphorical knees by owing someone something, even if it was as simple as a thank-you. Her expression did not betray her, but her subsequent silence, however, induced uncertainty.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 20, 2018 17:45:34 GMT -5
Without a word, the huntress stepped into the den, observing the Nemesis for a few moments before choosing to sit down, gaze wandering the den as she did so, before it ultimately returned to the feline before her. The heavily scarred she-cat's presence had a certain lazy boredom to it, it could be read in the utterly relaxed posture, the indifferent expression, and the calm fluidity of her movements; Senescence was utterly at ease, despite the oppressive atmosphere and the cat before her. She nodded ever so slightly at Vera's greeting, letting the silence fall and expecting her to continue. When the Nemesis didn't immediately say anything more, her brow arched ever so slightly, the only indication that she hadn't expected to be greeted with such quiet.
For a few long moments, Senescence entertained the silence, wondering if the she-cat would find her voice. When this turned out to not be the case, which was a rather strange thing indeed, she simply chose to prompt for an answer herself. "Why have you called me here exactly? I'm certain it's not just to enjoy a moment of quiet, however nice that may be."
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 22:32:34 GMT -5
Vera drew herself to an erect posture, a light smile briefly gracing her expression at the other's remark. Senescence had always struck the Nemesis as a formidable and intelligent being, but my, was she blunt. The E'tani loved it. What she loved a little less, however, was having to swallow her pride and actually express her gratitude towards this feline.
"I never properly addressed your actions, Senescence," she spoke softly at her own discretion, taking as many pauses as she wanted, each for as long as she wanted. This unique experience would not be rushed. "If we were a clan, I would hail you for your heroic actions. The entirety of our population would speak your name; your name would command awe and demand gratitude. The savior of the Nemesis and her son."
There was a light twinkle in her eye as she spoke. Despite her metaphorical syntax, the message was clear: she was grateful for the feline who stood before her. Without which, she may not be here to speak today.
"But we are no clan, as I am sure you understand."
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 28, 2018 10:12:05 GMT -5
She had been correct then. Vera had wanted to speak with her about aiding in Devante's rescue. The feline remained passive, her expression hardly shifting as Vera expressed her gratitude, showing a rare sense of appreciation for anyone other than her closest relatives. Truly, Senescence didn't much care for the sentiment, for she saw no point in it. From her experience, the only thing attachments of any kind, even something as small as a sense of gratitude towards someone, only got you killed. Despite this, the she-cat chose to remain silent and let the Nemesis speak.
As she paused, letting quiet fall once more, the huntress voice pierced the air, "No, we are not. If that were the case, neither of us would be sitting here in the first place." The League wasn't a place cats joined to be heroes. They were the cats of the shadows, the ones who kits were taught to fear from birth. The League was a lot of things, but heroic was not one of them.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 22:48:51 GMT -5
"No, we are not," Vera echoed slowly, her gaze never deviating from the other's. "Which begs the question: why do it?"
It was a simple enough inquiry, but Senescene's answer could have complicated implications. Was it quid pro quo, implying that Senescence might be seeking a favor in return? Was it for personal fulfillment, meaning that the she-cat had more of a moral sense than she let on? Was it for no reason at all, saying that she could have just as easily let her Nemesis die? Perhaps it was for Devante? Vera waited patiently.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 16, 2018 18:09:07 GMT -5
Why? That was the question, wasn't it? Unfortunately for Vera, Senescence didn't exactly have a satisfying response.
Even so, she gave herself a few heatbeats to reconsider, not that it changed her reply in the slightest. "I don't have an answer for you. I suppose 'because I could' would be the closest to accurate. I'm not ambitious, care little for politics, and have no personal connection to those within your family. Really, I had no motive either way, to help or ignore Devante's pleas, nor did I give it much thought in the moment. I simply took action."
Her words were coupled with the slightest of shrugs. Satisfactory or not, that's all she had to offer.
