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He never really had spent time with his grandmother before. For that matter, he never really spent time with his father or brother either. Being of importance in the clan, they were all often busy with something or other, leaving Blair to his own devices most days, outside of training, of course. But today, Blair was entirely bored of being alone, and had decided he wanted to spend the day with Vera. Get to know not only the Nemesis, but his relative as well. Besides, he wanted to show her his collection! For a trainee, he was doing well, which wasn't surprising given his heritage, and he had a few bodies in his gallery by now. They were crudely taxidermied beings, but he was improving steadily, both in the efficiency and cleanliness of his kills, and in properly preserving the bodies.
Would Vera appreciate his effort? Maybe, maybe not, but the young tom was excited to show it to her all the same. He waited for her at the bottom of the steps his kin tended to frequent, though his version of waiting was hardly refined or collected. Rather, he still acted much like a child, wearing a crazy, maniacal grin, and shifting constantly where he sat in anticipation, only just managing to contain himself to remain seated. In between his paws was a twoleg toy, a teddy bear he'd taken as a prize from his first kill, now so small compared to him, when once it had nearly been his own size! A thin vine was wrapped around the toy's neck, and one around the trainee's, connected together with a short vine that would keep the bear from the ground when he stood, thereby keeping it from being ruined.
Growing tired of waiting after a few moments, the ghostly tom closed his moonstone eyes, seeming to still and calm down for the moment as he started to hum to himself, the wordless song eerie and beautiful, reminiscent of the pain and suffering that cats of the League inflicted on others.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 12, 2018 16:03:02 GMT -5
From her vantage point atop the ruins, she watched her grandson with minimal interest. Since the death of her siblings and the betrayal of Ruslan, she had, for the most part, lost interest in her family. Her sons and daughters still held her attention, but love? The Nemesis could not confirm its existence within her heart anymore.
The Nemesis had never had much patience to begin with, but it was running exceptionally thin today. She rose to her paws, turning to descend the steps. She appeared at the base of the steps within a matter of seconds, face to face with Blair-kun. She could not recall a direct conversation with the tom. Outside of the league, that may have been regarded as odd, to have never spoken to your family. Within Primal Instinct, it was practically customary to go your entire life without speaking to certain relatives.
"What do you want?" she inquired. Her voice was brisk, albeit not hostile.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 18, 2018 17:01:09 GMT -5
Perhaps he should have been frightened by her presence. Most cats in the League did, and it was quite the wise thing to do, when Vera could kill you just as well with a look as she could with her claws. Even so, the tom couldn't find it within himself to be even the least bit scared. Respectful? Of course. But not fearful, as evidenced by the wide, too innocent smile he bore at being graced by her presence, as if her lack of patience today didn't affect him in the slightest.
"Good day!" Blair-kun greeted cheerily, a warm presence compared to his grandmother's icy demeanor. A part of the family, but one that couldn't be more different. "If you aren't busy, I was wondering if you'd like to see my gallery. You've seemed a bit... sad, lately?" It wasn't the right word, and Blair-kun searched for a better one for a few heartbeats before conceding that he didn't have the correct word for it, and assumed the Nemesis would know what he meant. Either way, he'd noticed the change in her since Ruslan's betrayal, and he figured this might cheer her up.
"And I thought you might like to see how my training is going! And my gallery is the best way to explain in!" Most cats knew of his gallery, and none were brave, or stupid enough, to touch it, lest he skin them alive and add them to it. He rose to his paws, shifting his toy bear to his back, where it rested comfortably as he continued, the passion for his creation shining in his gaze, though he tried to quell it so as not to annoy her too much. "I know you're awfully busy keeping everyone in line, however, so I understand if you can't, or don't want to see it right now." Not to mention the fact no one could force the Nemesis to do anything, and he'd be quite an idiot to try to make Vera do anything.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 22:16:07 GMT -5
At first, the Nemesis was inclined to say no. Surely she had much more important things to do than to cater around to her grandson, right? Upon a moment's reflection, however, Vera rendered her answer to be a bit more .. family-friendly. She gazed at him for a moment, and for that span of time, she allowed a small leak to perforate the steel wall she had erected against the river of emotions that Ruslan's betrayal had created. Here he was, so innocent, so wide-eyed, and all she wanted to do was destroy it.
"Alright," she agreed, eventually finding her voice, "show me."
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 28, 2018 10:42:25 GMT -5
The biggest grin erupted on the pale trainee's face despite his best efforts to temper his enthusiasm. He turned slightly, finding it a touch odd to be leading his grandmother anywhere, when usually, it was everyone who followed her.
Forcing himself to trot at a reasonable pace, rather than bolt, Blair-kun headed from the ruins, his head held high as he made his way towards the cavern that he'd converted into his gallery. It was towards the edges of the territory, both far enough out and deep enough within the territory so as to avoid most unexpected visitors.
They arrived in the area soon enough, the tunnel entrance rather noticeable, worn by paws and streaked with long dried blood, but Blair-kun descended into the darkness without a second thought. A musty scent wafted out of the hole as the air was disturbed, the feeling of death weighing down on the tunnel as he walked deeper. Softly at first, then a bit louder, the trainee hummed, the tune slow and innocent on it's face, but deeply unsettling for seemingly no reason at all.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the gallery spread out before him, blood staining the ground, vines and feathers off to the side in what looked to be a makeshift work station. Spread around the edges of the walls, more than tall enough to stand on one's hind legs with room to spare, were bodies of varying sizes. They were clearly cats, but there was an uncanny valley quality to them, something unnatural. Maybe it was the pretty stones in place of their eyes, the vines holding the skin to their bones, or the barely off proportions Blair hadn't quite perfected yet.
There were perhaps a half dozen or so dead cats, all with twisted expressions made to mimic the expressions they displayed in life. It was beautiful in a way, how much precision and patience had gone into their deaths and reconstruction, so as to preserve the bodies, yet keep their most important features.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 22:38:38 GMT -5
Oh, how fantastic, Vera thought to herself with an internal sigh. My grandson is an absolute psychopath.
Now, she'd truly seen it all. From cannibalism, to strange collections, to experimentation, to this, the Nemesis had certainly seen it all. She ran a league of absolute whackjobs; and she was suddenly reminded of her appreciation of it. She stepped a bit further into the room, analyzing her grandson's work. His attention to detail, albeit gruesome, was admirable. Before giving her opinion, she entertained a conversation.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 16, 2018 18:31:04 GMT -5
He tilted his head slightly as he recalled that fateful day, instinctively bringing the teddy bear around to his chest and toying with it using one paw while walking towards a small body, that of kit, perhaps not older than four or five moons old. It was the worst put together of them all, being the first, but it had the same, if not more, attention to detail than the rest. It's eyes had been replaced by two beautiful blue stones, and the proportions and positioning was just slightly off, the she-kit's face permanently frozen in a state of utter shock.
"About a moon before you promoted me. I saw her, and decided I needed to keep her." His tail traced the corpse's frame gingerly, eyes alight with almost deranged glee and a disturbing sort of possessiveness. "She was a kittypet, who managed to wander onto the territory. Was carrying my teddy, and didn't even have claws! A cat without claws." Blair had never, before or since, met a cat with no claws. Not unless they'd managed to rip one out in battle or something. It fascinated him that a cat not much older than himself could live without any sort of claws whatsoever.
