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He didn't look like much. Short, ironically not the runt of his litter. A quarter blood Primal, three quarters Renegade. He had black fur with a half white face and exotic green eyes like his father. He came from a sentinel couple, yet held none of the fighting skills that came with being born to two powerful family members. He was a Spy, he had no hunting, healing, fighting, or even babysitting experience like every Renegade cat had. He only knew how to observe, blend, and take info. His specialty was being a suck up, submitting to anyone and gaining friends to be safer in a hostile environment like the league. He had befriended Blythe by getting the blood stains out of her victims white fur. In fact the friends he had made would likely kill him, he was certain of that, but he'd do anything for Cyra which was why it was hard to believe that he murdered not just his own clanmates, but his own blood.
It was why he was here. Cyra didn't take him seriously as a Renegade cat. He proved himself by killing for her. He escaped prison for her. He worshiped her very being. But looking at him it was hard to see the killer inside of him.
Kotori had lost track of the days, it had been maybe two seasons since he joined the league. He was lucky to not have to go through initiation as it hadn't existed when he joined, Thane ominously joked that Vera E'tani started it because of him... Though Thane didn't joke so maybe he was telling the truth, but if Vera did feel that way she probably would have just thrown him into the initiation at the start. So far things seemed to be working out for him. He wasn't the best hunter so after battle training at dawn he'd stay out in the forest hunting until he did catch anything at all which usually was night. Where he could retire to his nest and not talk to anyone or get into any trouble. The system usually worked so long as he didn't come across any cannibals which um... There were a surprising amount of. Kotori stayed low, his tail moving back and forth as he spied a frog near a stream. Luckily the frog was oblivious to his tail movements and he leapt at the frog managing to grab it.
Post by xx.sapphire on Oct 29, 2018 9:38:41 GMT -5
She had been absent as of late, but the behavior had become customary for the Nemesis. To catch her in the ruins these days was nothing short of a miracle, but today, the tides seemed to be turning for the bengal empress. Through narrowed chartreuse eyes, she observed her constituents, analyzing their every move, counting their every breath, and predicting their every thought. Winter was drawing near, and Vera E'tani had a dreadful knowledge of what was to come.
Descending the ruins, the Nemesis promptly left the heart of the league, venturing out into the dim forest instead. She found sanctuary in its darkness and solace in its ever-damp atmosphere. For someone with nomadic blood, she had miraculously found a permanent home -- but the wayward curse had not abandoned her yet. A sound reached her ears, drawing her attention away from the path that lay before her. Instead, her paws now headed west towards the stream.
It wasn't long before her eyes settled on Kotori, that interesting tom. Vera was well versed in the political affairs that surrounded Kotori, and her love of anarchy was one factor that allowed him to live in her domain. The more significant reason, however, was his love of her daughter, Cyra. It was a curious thing, the idea of her kits meddling with things like love. She had never forbade it, she had never been against it, but there was something that struck her the wrong way at the thought of her warden wasting time with a tom.
Concealed by the foliage, Vera contented herself to watch, for now.
The slippery body and absent neck made it difficult to distinguish where to kill, but after several tries the frog fell still in his mouth. He walked over to a tree, the ground was cold and he curled up near it, simply lying there for a few moments for sitting up and digging, the ground giving in a bit more thanks to his body heat where he discarded the frog. Kotori was short furred with a bit of fluff at his chest and neck area as well as his tail. Renegade cats were never really known for long fur since they could hunt underground and avoid the cold surface altogether, leaffall whether was a bit of an adaption for him. He quickly surveyed the area, Primal Instincts cats had this cute way of appearing in trees, coming out from the shadows, or tapping him from behind after finishing a job like this. Being a spy that was one thing he was capable of. But given Vera's skill level and her familiarity to the land around her, he didn't detect her and proceeded to move down stream to hopefully catch something a bit bigger.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 17, 2018 23:30:10 GMT -5
The Nemesis rarely grew bored with observing, but today seemed to be the exception for many things. The bengal made her presence known when she was ready, emerging from the shadows and comfort of her post. He was a curious creature, indeed, but not one worth observing for too long without interaction. Vera figured it was high time to meet this tom.
"No taste for frogs?" she inquired, seeming to materialize out of thin air. Her trademark pelt marked her as the unmistakable E'tani, but her hollow gaze told a different story.
Kotori's exotic green eyes brightened at the sight of Vera E'tani. His gaze flicked back to the frog and back to her, "I never tried one," He admitted.
In the earth dry landscape that was Renegade Regime he had never seen frogs until he went to Primal Instincts. There they had snakes and other slippery creatures he never imagined himself finding. However he didn't see many bats or rabbits or moles like he did in Renegade. Still. frogs couldn't be so bad, he had eaten bugs before and lived through that. He licked at his shoulder a bit nervously, she was much taller closer up and he had to lean his head back just to look at the Nemesis, "Did you want some?" He asked, why else was he being approached after all? And if she did want it she could most definitely have. Maybe frogs were sacred and she was mad that an outsider took her frogs... He didn't really know. Either way he knew the Nemesis singling out a hunter was often never a good thing. Cats in the position of casually seeing the Nemesis and rarely talking to her was the kind of place most cats wanted to be at from what he could observe.
Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 21:59:41 GMT -5
"No, Kotori, frogs are food for other frogs, and I am no toad. I came to speak to you about my daughter, Cyra. I hear that you have grown awfully close." It wasn't exactly a question. Vera moved closer, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. Her eyes were narrowed in a way that was not unfriendly, but it was no degree above freezing, either.
Kotori stared at the frog as if he was trying to figure out why a toad would eat a frog and then what the difference was between a toad and a frog. But then her words caught up with him. His gaze froze and perhaps if it came from anyone else his legs wouldn't have gone weak, but they did. What was the problem? They had problems with runts, maybe because he was small she thought he was the runt of his litter when he wasn't. But his sister had died, how would he prove that? Or maybe he was just unworthy for Cyra. He tried so hard to be worthy for her, to make himself look strong and as brutal as any Primal Instinct cat would be. He killed so many for her and yet here he was, hunting for the league and there was a problem with him being with Cyra and this was coming from not just her mom, but the nemesis of the league. The breath stuck in his throat still he managed to utter out, "Why is that?" In a calmer manner than he ever expected himself to sound given the circumstance.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 23:34:59 GMT -5
"She is my daughter, but she is also my Warden. She is the future Nemesis of this league and that job must be done without distractions. Young love has no place in Cyra's life, and I expect you to respect that." The Nemesis spoke fluidly, her Pravian accent seeping into her words. They were strict and uninviting of argument. "I know of you and your .. history, we'll say. You are in my league by my grace, breathing by my mercy. Commander Fjord would have had your head, but you were here, sleeping with both eyes closed. If that is to continue, then you will heed my words. You aren't good enough for my daughter, much less my Warden."
Kotori's lovesick eyes gushed with a teary eyed brightness as he tilted his head to the side as if he couldn't hold it up with the weight of the thought, "I always knew that. God I love her, but I was never good enough for her. She would speak to me, look at me for me, she didn't see right through me she saw the real me. I was blessed enough for a Goddess of her stature to look upon a worm like me and I never let her forget my dedication to her. So when I noticed she stopped looking at me I knew I needed to show her how much I loved her, how much I'd sacrifice to her. I killed for her, sacrificed everything in my life for her. I was never good enough for her and I still am the nothingness after death that I will face for all the pain that I have caused in comparison to a celestial angelic such as herself. But I will serve at her side. I may not be worthy. I may not be good enough for her love. But I worship her. I worship her, I want to serve her, I need her. Let me serve her," Kotori said, his words breathless, chaotic, a whirlwind of bliss.
He wasn't just a lovesick puppy to Cyra, he was her psychotic stalker, someone who'd follow her to the ends of the earth. To never wish harm upon her, but grant harm to anyone who tried.
