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Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 22:49:20 GMT -5
There was something about this place that sent a thrill down her spine; perhaps it was the crystal clear water, the feeling of purity, or the sense of quasi-security that accompanied the streambed. Perhaps she was simply losing her mind. Either way, the Nemesis found a certain bittersweet joy in being in this place. Vera picked her way carefully to the side of the water, the western border laying just beyond the treeline. Bending her neck to lap at the water, she kept a careful eye out to watch the world around her. Despite her unparalleled skills, she could never truly be safe.
He wasn't yet sure what his plan was. He had left this place moons ago to guard his mother, when she was first becoming a leader; he had just wanted an excuse to clear his head and see another life. Only now did he realize what a fool he had been, to think that he could fit in with a clan, that he belonged anywhere other than here. Now, though, he was something else - instead of the calloused son of the proxy, he was just another outcast of the clans come to their step. What was he doing here, really? He doubted he would be allowed back, and frankly, he wasn't convinced there was a place for him there. He was a cat without a purpose now.
This is what happens when you spend too much time on your own. You've gotten lost in your own thoughts again.
The fallen leader did not even notice where his paws were leading him until he was standing on the side of the water and his gaze caught on a familiar feline. Gods, he thought with a little shake of his head, almost amused. It was only fitting he run into her here. Automatically, his shoulders squared and his brow arched as he slipped purposefully over to greet her. "If there are some gods out there, they have a hell of a sense of humor."
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 23:59:12 GMT -5
Vera could scarcely keep herself from lashing out at the voice; reacting first, thinking later. However, her vocal recognition seemed to register him before her claws connected with his face, and her paw dropped automatically. Her chartreuse eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of him, a wave of ambivalence overcoming her. The Nemesis was unsure as to how to react to his presence. The last few times they had met .. well, one was the worst day of her life, and the next was .. one of the best.
Internally, she shook her head, giving herself a little mental check. At last, she found her voice.
"They seem to have expressed it for a few moons now, no?" she tilted her head slightly, keeping her gaze locked firmly with his. She refused to let her eyes deviate -- not this time. "It's been some time, Understar -- or, what is it again these days?"
He didn't flinch, even as she nearly struck him. It wasn't bravery, but mere acceptance; if they were to be continually bound together during their lowest moments, and she had chosen to struck him down, he'd have to assume that was how it was always supposed to end. But her claws did not spill his blood, and he glanced down at her paw curiously as it dropped. Strange, that after all that had happened, he had a profound enough effect to make her think twice. Everything he'd done to help his clan, and aiding her against his mother had been one of his few mistakes - how could his misstep become his legacy? The clan had already forgotten him, but she had not.
"To be honest, I don't know any better than you do. I suppose it should be Under now." The rogue smiled wearily as his guard dropped. His shoulders relaxed, and he let the alert tension leave him, the emotion return to his eyes. He didn't need to put on the guise of a leader anymore; today, just for a few minutes, he just wanted a moment of peace. His instincts screamed otherwise, that she of all cats could not see him weak, but couldn't there be one cat he could relax in front of? Had he not earned one second to be himself?
"It's... good to see you again, Vera." He longed to reach out to her, to brush against her and feel the beat of her heart, but he hesitated. He searched her gaze, then turned to face the water again, and laid down heavily beside it.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 29, 2018 17:32:21 GMT -5
"Good might be a stretch," Vera responded, but her voice was devoid of hostility. She watched him intently, analyzing his every move. Her ambivalent feelings were overpowering; how did she feel about him now? Since he had fallen from power, the Nemesis had lost track of him, and he hadn't reached out when she had needed him most. When she had learned of potentially life-altering news, Under had been nowhere to be found.
"How have you been? Where have you been?" Her tone was cautious. He did not owe her anything, but Vera still wanted, needed, an explanation.
Edited Dec 29, 2018 17:32:41 GMT -5 By xx.sapphire
His tail thumped once against the ground as he considered if he should be honest or not. For so long, he had carefully curated his reputation, ensuring other cats sensed he was dangerous while still underestimating him because of his apparent laziness. But he had grown tired of the act, and what was the post of it all? He was no longer a leader, so it didn't matter what Vera thought of him. He had no influence left to offer. Under couldn't even be sold to his mother: she would give anything up for her kits, they had already proved that, but he was not leverage to be used. He would fight until he escaped or died, and nothing less.
So there was no reason not to be honest, even if it smashed the remainders of his reputation to smithereens. "The monster tunnel in the mountains. There's a crack in the stone near the entrance." It had been a tight fit, cold and stiff with sharp edges, and it was thick with the reek and grime from the monsters that roared through at all times of the day and night. Prey was scarce other than the birds, but he had hunted only rarely. For over a moon he had rested there, alone, but it could only last so long before he dragged himself from his own pity and back into real life. He had to move on eventually.
Post by xx.sapphire on Jan 26, 2019 21:06:45 GMT -5
Vera matched his gaze with an emotionless look of her own, taking his response in stride with a nonchalant nod.
"Do you plan to settle anywhere?" she questioned, forcing her tone to remain indifferent at best. The stony expression she wore seemed to be worse for wear -- the Nemesis was clearly depending on his response for something imperative. There were so many more questions that sprang to mind, with one in particular rising to the top: why? Alas, she held her tongue. He owed her nothing, nor did she to him.
Under was not made to be a drifter; though he had enjoyed his last journey to an extent, he preferred to have his own slice of land to patrol and defend, where he knew the best places to hunt and could settle in a comfortable nest at the end of the night. He hadn't decided if that was a slice of land of his own, somewhere remote where he no longer had to meet any other cats, or if it was in a group again. It felt strange - wrong, even - to consider moving to a new group, but he had never spent more than a moon on his own either. He was reluctant to admit it, but his life had crumbled, and he doubted he even wanted to waste the effort of restoring it.
His dark gaze swept over hers again. He might not get that choice; if he wanted to, he could end it here. Now. It was a grim thought, and one he pushed away - he wasn't ready to be done living entirely - but there was some power in knowing he could do that. He could make her rip his life away, with a word. Ruslan.
