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The unsuspecting little mouse skittered into the rainslick alleyway, seeking shelter, seeking sustenance. It was woefully unaware of its stalker slinking around the corner behind it until it was too late, its blood spindling out onto the pavement like a string: a red string, perhaps of fate. The cat rose with its prey secured in its jaws, but the predator too was oblivious to his watcher, mirthless eyes peering ghoulishly from above. He rested on the hood of a dumpster, the odors within its belly disguising his scent, and slowly he crept forward till the moment revealed itself to him, the tom leaping down and dispatching his victim, the prey thief. He sighed. "I suppose you can keep it," he lamented to the corpse. "It's all contaminated now."
He was a lot of things---a rake, a renegade---but a cannibal Cezra was not.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 25, 2021 10:00:05 GMT -5
"You know, my mother always said you shouldn't play with you food," a lilting voice came from nearby, baby blue eyes tiled to the side as he gave Cezra a smirk. It was like watching a play; he hadn't known who to root for, the thief or the hunter, but surely, now he did. It was amusing really, how a little splash of blood changed the other cat's entire attitude towards his food. What a hard-earned waste.
"It was a good catch and a good show," he stood from the perch he had been lounging by, pulling his body into a stretch, "I haven't seen you around much. Your name is?"
The voice arrested him mid stride, languid shoulders swiveling so he could take in the emergence of the other tom. He glimpsed back at the pair of bodies discarded in the street. "I always did like a little game before my meal," he parried, his eyes appearing to whisk across the tom's form appreciatively. "But my time for consuming another cat's blood has long passed by now." His father hunching over the sacrifice, whispering prayers over it with his foul tongue, and them drinking the precious life blood afterwards; the memory was still a putrid fog in his mind, the tom crinkling his nose.
"I'm glad you got some entertainment out of it. I'm quite good at pinning things down," he purred. "Name's Cezra, but call me charmed. You are?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2021 10:10:27 GMT -5
"Game before meal?" he smirked, amused at the tidbits of information the tom was revealing about himself. "–and to think that I thought I had met interesting cats before, never thought I'd meet a cannibal of all things. Tell me, am I the next in line for your appetite?" He wasn't certain of whether the other tom was just joking or whether he was being completely serious about it. Still, there was that flirtatious tone he could hear in the tom's lilting voice, and surely, he wasn't one to ruin the mood.
"The name's Hywel, and I'd love to see you pin me down," he spoke with a laugh, leaping from his perch to the ground below, "pleasure."
His laugh echoed genuine humor, eyes sparkling. "You can never be too sure about what you'll run into around these corners, love." He mused over the tom's rhetoric for a heartbeat, gauging his reaction to the little truths dangled in front of him, his head tilting with intrigue. Hywel seemed more...amused by it than anything. Outsiders never took kindly to the likes of him. "I would have pegged you a predator, but I suppose you could make for satisfying prey," he teased.
Watching the other come down to his level and introduce himself, the suggestion not lost on him, he grinned, retaining it for later. First...something else claimed his attention. "Hywel, is it? What an interesting name; I don't believe I've heard anything like it around here."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 6:44:35 GMT -5
Hywel was unbothered by most things, and the thought of a cannibal didn't scare him as much as he thought it would've; after all, he could understand a starving cat, or a cat who lived by rituals. His own home had been similar; they just drained the blood of the dead rather than indulge in it. "Surely I'd make a horrible meal," he chuckled, "lots of fur, not a lot of fat. Probably be a bit too bony for my own tastes."
His lips twisted into a dry smile at the comment of his name. "Can't say I've heard the name Cezra either," he pointed out, "but I'm not from here. Born probably farther away than any of these cats around here; it was a pretty long trek to get out of the lands that belonged to my old home. The forests and the cities are a new world for me, I suppose."
Hywel tilted his head as he glanced towards the other tom. "–and you? I don't believe I've seen you around too much. Were you born in the city or are you just a drifter like I am?"
"I can't recall a bone ever being a problem for my taste," he quipped, but he grew quiet, listening with intrigue as Hywel delved into his origins. Nothing specific of course; they were two strangers connected only by a stray interest in one another, too far removed from friends to even be considered acquaintances as of this point.
"A land far away from here? I guess we have that in common then. Are you from beyond the seas or the mountain range?" He wondered if they'd traveled in the same direction at different times, perhaps missing one another by a hair---but even if they had crossed paths, Cezra couldn't say he would have been as open to conversation then, not with his pads splintered from walking across rugged rocks for weeks on end. All he'd cared for was running and getting as far away as he could from--- "It's my father's name," he supplied, reverie frozen from his voice. "My father's father comes from a long line bearing the name Ezra, but when his son was born, I was told he intended the change to mean chosen."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 13:46:31 GMT -5
"The mountains," he replied with a tilt of his head, "and you?" There were outsiders all over the league, but few who truly knew the territory beyond the clans. He was surprised to note that Cezra was one of the few who seemed to come from far away. He had met cats along the way; they had traveled for what felt like years before settling in the league's territory.
Funny how cats named their kits, Hywel thought dryly. He couldn't really remember whether his own name had meaning; something about how it was a respectable name, his father once said, and how he barely deserved a name such as this, as the claws came slashing forward with no signs of any type of respect. Ironic.
"Chosen one, huh?" he mused, "so tell me, are you off on some adventure? Ready to save the world, perhaps? Surely with a name like yours came some type of responsibility; no?" The question was inferred; did he run here to escape that said duty, or was he here because of it?
His legs indulged a stretch as Hywel answered, lips pulling into another of his signature grins. "The mountains," he echoed. So they did come from a similar direction, he thought, and wondered again how far the distance differed between his home and Hywel's. There was no telling; he was certain the world stretched more vastly than what the cats in this land believed possible. ""I'm told we once lived in the peaks above the clouds, but that was before my time," he shrugged, then added in his libidinous tone, "Veni, vidi, vici and all that. I'm only here for some thrills and kills, love."
He moved over to brush past Hywel, circling him closely, the surprisingly plush texture of Cezra's boyishly tussled fur soft against the other tom's side. "I feel like I'm doing a lot of the talking here. What side of the mountains are you from? Or, if you're less unwitting than I to tell your story to a stranger, where were you heading? Back to Big Daddy Reg or off on an excursion of your own?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 19:05:19 GMT -5
The tom chuckled at Cezra's explanation of his home. "I've heard it all too," he purred in amusement, "my ancestors said that the highlands were where the gods hunted in the past. I was from beyond the mountain, the highlands, though many haven't heard of it I suppose. It is a pretty long journey, a couple of moons even." He smirked at the other tom's words; it seemed like they were both seeking the same thing.
"Big Daddy Reg?" he laughed, his expression one of disbelief, "gods, does he know that's what you call him?" He could feel the other tom's pelt brush against his, and he raised a brow at Cezra, both amused and well...a little more than that. There was enough signalling for him to know exactly what the two of them were thinking and which team they both played for. "Let's just say I'm not the kind who brings back a lot of prey," he smirked, "cats don't bother me as much when I'm lazing outside of camp rather than inside, let's just say. And you? Done with your hunting? Ready to go back to big daddy Reg?"
Funny how there were so many ruling ancestors, so seldom was it that two locations served the same ones. He hadn't heard of the highlands before now, so he was sure this was not one of those rare occasions. "Thankfully," he chuckled, "my journey was nowhere near as long. Perhaps a little longer than a moon, but by god, the whole way was paved with bloody feet and boredom. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I hope you were lucky enough to have some company on your great migration."
"Oh, him? No, I'm not sure he does know. My opportunities to annoy him on an up close and personal level have been slim so far, but don't worry; I have full intentions of doing so soon." He winked. "Oh, I never turn in before the moon does, love. But do you think he'd let me cuddle up with him tonight if I did? It's getting a bit chilly," Cezra laughed, feigning a shiver and shaking himself, knowing full well the recent rains have made the air much muggier lately than usual, combined with the city's natural fog. "Unless you have a better idea?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 20:53:04 GMT -5
Hywel laughed. "Gods that sounds horrible," he snorted, "the mountain paths are always the worst, though I suppose I've had experience with the rough ground for so long it must've been easier for me. I did have my sister when we came here; the first couple of weeks were difficult. She was pretty young back then, but eh, we made it so that's all that matters." He of course, left out the convenient bit about how they had been on the run for a murder, but it was irrelevant to the story.
Amusement shone in Hywel's eyes. "I, for one, can't wait to see it," he grinned, "though to be frank, he doesn't strike me as the type to go for us, even a pretty boy like me." A chuckle left the silver tom's mouth, as he gave Cezra another smirk. "Well the night is still young and there's always plenty to do. I did hear about a lovely abandoned store with plenty of mice if you want to make up for that other one you threw away."
The implication of something more, something omitted, existed between the lines, but he supposed there were things they were both neglecting to say. He smiled. "Sister? Is she quite as pretty as you?" In his limited interactions with others, he couldn't recall a face that screamed Hywel's sister at him, as if he knew Hywel well enough already to know which cats would and wouldn't be blood relation. "I always did long for a little sister myself," he added conversationally, though with that aloof quality. "Begged my parents for one. Have your travels brought you closer or further from each other?"
As the conversation progressed and they began to walk, he gave a dramatic sigh. "The prettiest ones are always hardest to pin down, aren't they? I guess I'll have to settle for mice," he lamented, lips turning into a carnivorous grin, the whites of his teeth reflecting in the flickering streetlight.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 1, 2021 8:47:07 GMT -5
His eyes flashed momentarily, almost dangerously so when Cezra mentioned his sister. Hywel knew he could be a tad...overprotective, especially of the cat he had spent the better of his life protecting, and well, she didn't need him to guard her against scoundrels and rakes like this one, but the implication was still there. "Half-sister actually," he replied smoothly, "we shared a mother. My stepfather was always a bit of a...well, we left didn't we?"
He couldn't tell whether the journey had brought them closer or not; they had always been reliant on each other. There was no chat of who owed what or who loved who, they simply existed in this shared life of theirs. "My sister and I have always had a...familiar relationship I suppose," he replied thoughtfully, "I don't think there's anything such as closer or further; we had to rely on one another to survive, though this kind of sentiment doesn't seem common here."
He smirked, as he followed Cezra. "Catch me a mouse and we can move onto other pretty things to pin down, hm?"
He caught the warning pervading through the other cat's gaze, Hywel's pretty blue eyes momentarily stormy, and Cezra committed that nerve to memory. For now...he wouldn't stray too far over the thin line of his acquaintances patience, so with the same lofty smile, he listened with seemingly no other intention than to learn of what Hywel elected to share. "No, I don't believe the sentiment is common here," he agreed, "It doesn't seem there are many here who have much, if anything. I pity the ones who do." Power could come from numbers, but bonds felt more tedious and manipulative than anything these days and he was glad not to be someone with something to lose. Hywel however....
He glanced at him and grinned. "I do like a man who tells me what to do," he tossed a wink over his shoulder before quickening his pace. The alleys were slim pickings for big, plump mice, but it wasn't long before Cezra was rewarded for his eagerness.
He'd learned the buildings with the strongest aromas often yielded more scavengers, which meant better hunting grounds. Of course, no bottom feeder was gonna be full to its brim, but beggars couldn't be choosers. A single leap into the shadows beyond a dumpster was enough to earn him a scrawny mouse. He turned to the other tom, eyes twinkling jubilantly. "Looks like we have to share. Hope you don't mind."
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Post by achromatic on Aug 16, 2021 18:10:55 GMT -5
Hywel didn't hold it against others, and while his warning had been clear, it had cleared up quickly, to the smile and friendly expression that had been on his face just moments before. It was almost kind of funny the way Cezra's backhanded compliment had a truth to it. Even with siblings, there were times when he wondered how much of it was truly an affection for one another, and which part of it was just their own incessant need to survive.
"Oh do you?" he grinned, a toothy, cheeky grin that continued to express his amusement with this conversation, "maybe one day I'll boss you around and make you catch me breakfast. I do get lazy after all."
It seemed as if the other tom was a step ahead of him, and the twinkle of mischief in Cezra's eyes was reflected in Hywel's own. "Already asking me on a dinner date? How bold of you," he winked at the other cat, before moving towards him; he was hungry after all. "A hunter and a fighter, you're just a cat after my own heart."
