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Kotori dragged his front paw behind him as the rest of his limbs made up the pace. The cat with fur made of shadows and a half white face as bright as the light side of the moon with eerie green eyes reflecting reptilian slits was how he was described in the Regime. Here, he was the pint sized runt of the litter. They were muscular and massive in stature, they bred creatures of the night, not every day cats. In the Regime you were made into a mercenary, here these cats were born mercenaries. For some being a killer was a mask you put on, but for this place that mask was apart of your skin and now it was apart of his. He didn't look at his leg, he only glanced at it once and that had been enough. It was a long slit bleeding out, nothing that would kill him, but infections were a real enough thing for him to know to see the Shaman. In truth he did his best to stay out of everyone's way. Everyone knew his kill count, they knew it was a fact, but no one could really fathom it looking at him. He didn't look like a league cat he looked like a cat and maybe that was what made him so scary.
He'd never seen the Shaman before nor the last one or the one before her. He was always worried that they would be rude and tell him off if he ever came in with a scrape or odd feeling in his chest so he just avoided it. Now he couldn't avoid it any longer so he walked in leaking blood that he wondered if he would be reprimanded for, after all what could you expect?
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POSTEDApr 7, 2019 22:37:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Morgana was wrapped up in her own thoughts, have an ear turned towards the den entrance. Not listening for patients but instead listening for her children, god knew that if Arwan-chan or Alma-chan were left to their own free will they would be drowning a newborn before she could scold them that they couldn't just kill things smaller than them. She wondered where she went wrong, Altaire wasn't even truly their father. So she couldn't blame their murderous sadistic tendencies on him as she wanted to. At-least the other four were passable enough. Even if Avalon looked exactly like her true father which made Altaire give her raised eyebrows, and brought out his sarcastic done when he referred to the kitten as he daughter.
Hearing shuffling she feared it was her little devils dragging in another dead thing and turned with fire in her eyes to flay their pelts with harsh reprimands. Instead she was greeted with the sight of Kotori. "Oh it's just you." She huffed, haunches dropping back down and fur lying flat; for such a small cat she was a vicious little monster when angered. Her eyes found his bloody leg before she looked up at him, "what can I do for you?"
Oh God this is so different than the guiders. Usually they just acted, didn't even ask for permission, here I have to tell them? Do I have to know the herbs too?
He decided to act confident and not like a kit who didn't know how to talk to adults even though here he felt like he was starting over and he didn't know how to talk to murderers despite being one, "I'd like you to wrap up the wound with something to prevent any further infections. I gotta get back out there and all... Doing stuff."
Oh nice. Doing stuff, I should have just stopped talking!
He opened his mouth and then closed it again, it seemed the less he said in this place the better. Plus if there was anyone he wanted on his side it was definitely the person who could help him in a life or death situation. His exotic green eyes turned back to hers with a look far calmer than what he was feeling inside.
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POSTEDApr 7, 2019 23:13:40 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Stuff, huh" She asked with a cocked brow before she turned away to get some cobwebs, and some oak leaf for the infection. Turning back she gave him a once over before giving a one shouldered shrug. "I suppose you should be concerned about infection, you look like a tough breeze could spook you." Her words were blunt, the shaman possessing none of the grace that those before her tended to posses. More apt to speaking her mind and in truth being rather openly rude at times. But she supposed if Altaire could put up with it, then her patients could as well.
Dropping her product she started by applying the oak leaf pulp, rather haphazardly, and the using it to help past the cobwebs on. A rather slap-shot job, but one that would get things done. "Kotori right? I believe you have some Regime blood or something in you?" She remembered distantly hearing about him, back when her mother was shaman and she wasn't yet mage.
He watched, no winced as she threw on the poultice onto his wound, of course it looked like he was just wincing in pain, but in reality he was just realizing that this was his life now. This was the best medical professional in the entire league and if he was horribly injured she wasn't going to save his life, he was going to die probably from a sore throat or a headache. Something pathetic. On top of that she was rude. He didn't even think that could be possible, well he guessed it, but he was hoping he'd been wrong. He couldn't remember a single guider that was rude, maybe a few raisers... But never healers, they were just grumpy or scolded him for things that he was definitely not guilty of.
"I believe you have some Regime blood or something in you?"
This snapped him back into reality, "Uh yeah, but I have a quarter league blood in me," He said as if that meant anything, although that probably did in some capacity considering the other half of his family did live in the league, "And you're all league cat right?"
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POSTEDApr 8, 2019 0:28:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Yes, though my kits aren't and my mate was a stranger to the league up until we struck up a deal for him to father my successor and join me here. So don't sound so flighty." She scoffed lightly, tossing his a look that spoke of her disappointment towards his hurried rush to mention his league blood. "Blood matters little to me outside the situations in which I have to clean it up. It's a large pain you must realize. And my little hellions keep ripping open things in here like it's there personal playground!" The last part was muttered in frustration, just the thought of them annoying her.
She loved them, but she forgot how tiring younglings could be. Ruining her peaceful days with their silly questions and questionable actions. "I asked about your history so I could ask what the Regime is like? I've never been of-course. But Altaire, the pain that he is, likes to bring up other groups and speak towards how no place is perfect. It's annoying honestly, but if I know something about the Regime I can counter his stupid ramblings."
"O-Oh, of course," Kotori said. He was caught off guard, but figured it may as well be payment for the herbs and help, "The Regime is primarily underground including hunting, though herb gathering is out in the open typically. Younglings go on field trips around the tunnels and get to see all the different jobs, because you don't get to be a bunch of different things, only one, unless you're super talented. So younglings get to choose if they want to be healers, care takers, fighters, or hunters. Personally I kind of think it should be fighter or hunter, cause our mercenaries were actually pretty amazing. Because all they did their whole life was learn to fight that's all they know so there was no wasted time in hunting or anything else for that matter. I definitely think it would be cool if the league made all the lesser trained cats hunters and the rest could focus on more important fighting techniques. What else... Oh and we have an actual religion to the Blind Protector. There's a whole legend behind that guy that ties to this mythical old group called Avalon Everlasting, I won't bore you with that though."
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POSTEDApr 8, 2019 1:28:35 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She watched he become more animated as he spoke and tilted her head before a sly grin curved into view. "Oh, we is it?" She purred, eyes narrowing and glinting in teasing; she was simply playing at his slip up of-course. Amused by it rather than offended, Morgana often caring less about the loyalties of cats. Her focus was on her beloved ravens, her darling Ravenna-cha, and occasionally Altaire if he was being tolerable.
"As towards your thought on the hunters. I don't think any league cat would settle for being 'less' than any other. We're all much to high strung for such things like not fighting to constantly be on the top."
