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Soft belly fur was oddly exposed as she splayed herself out across a chunk of rubble, soaking up the weak sunlight. The weather was turning cold, and the bengal’s short, sleek pelt wasn’t quite suited compared to some of the thicker-pelted cats she could call Leaguemate. Not that she cared much. She had a full belly, muzzle still stained bright red, to keep her warm. There were certainly advantages to having a taste for… unusual prey.
A faint purr rumble in Blythe’s throat, eyes half-closed at the faint warmth of the sun on her belly. Her ears were alert, though, shifting at the faintest sound. After all, she was in a pretty vulnerable position like this. And there was certainly reason enough for cats to seek her blood on their claws. Not many that would get this far, just outside the edge of the ruins, but enough that she couldn’t really drop her guard. There were probably Leaguemates who wouldn’t put assault on Vera E’tani’s daughter past them.
However, even as she picked up the hint of what sounded like pawsteps headed her way, she only lazily rolled to her side, lazy gaze skimming the nearby shadows for signs of movement. “Someone there?” she called, voice rising in a purr. “Whoever it is, you don’t have to worry. I just ate.” Her words were punctuated by a soft giggle, as though the green-eyed huntress found her morbid words funny.
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 11:57:41 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Ah, thank you, you make me feel so amazingly safe." The words were sarcastic, yet they stayed rather amiable. Out from the shadows the black form of another hunter slipped into the light, her sunflower yellow eyes gleaming with amusement. Elleth had heard of the other she cat and her cannibalism, but it didn't shake her nerves very much. In her days of traveling before she had come to the league, which really, hadn't been that long ago, she had met cat with similar tastes. They had always, oddly enough, been a hoot. She figured it was just that perfect odd mixture of insanity and skill that came from hunting for a meal just as smart as you were.
"You look pretty happy and warm anyways. Everyone seems to be enjoying the last bit of sun." Her comment was made casually enough, though there was clearly something playing at her words that implied the she cat was considering something deeper than her words lead on to.
An amused grin was the only reaction Elleth’s sarcasm drew. She would’ve much preferred an uncomfortable squirm from the black she-cat – even in the League, many cats found the thought of eating the flesh of their own to be… unpleasant – but obviously such a reaction would not come from this cat. Perhaps if she got a look at her prey, but that masterpiece was out by the border so the odd passing stranger could gaze upon her talents. Much too far from where they were now.
“Oh, I am,” she meowed, legs stretching out across the rubble she had claimed. “There’s only so many more days we have left before leafbare takes over. Then we’ll all be hard-pressed to find any warmth.” She seemed to either not quite catch or not entirely care about the suggestion in Elleth’s tone, moving on with the same apparently relaxed posture on her claimed perch. “Is there something that’s got you skulking through the shadows? Or were you just admiring me?” The latter question was tinged with amusement, one paw moving towards her own face as Blythe unsheathed her claws to look them over.
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 22:00:46 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Well you were stretched out so proactively, why wouldn't I?" Elleth replied back, her voice still holding a touch of friendliness to her sarcasm. Perhaps she was testing her luck making jokes with the golden bengal, the Pravian lineage, but this she cat didn't scare her. Maybe that was dumb, maybe she should have been, but not many cats could stir her. "And well, I was also hunting, but that's far less interesting I suppose." She said, giving her paw a lick. It was a bit instinctual, something about the other she cat laying out still smeared with blood made her paws feel unclean and gave her the phantom feeling of gore stuck between the toes of her paws. It was weird to her sometimes how the actual act of killing a cat she could be so complacent with, but the mess on her fur afterwards was what actually gave her any kind of grief.
A soft purr rumbled from the bengal at Elleth’s initial response. It was probably good that it was Blythe of all cats she was speaking to. Of all the Pravians, she was probably the easiest to talk to. She had an almost airiness to her that didn’t threaten claws at the throat of anyone who misspoke around her. On the hunt she was different, but warm and comfortable as she was she had no reason to put on that face. A low chuckle followed the huntress’s actual answer. “It seems like that’s all anyone has time to do nowadays,” she pointed out. It wasn’t surprising, with the prey shortage, but it was something Blythe couldn’t empathize with. She was certain she would die of boredom if she only had time to hunt. Pale green eyes flashed towards Elleth’s paw at the automatic lick, her own tongue brushing against her lifted paw to clean a smear of scarlet from the short fur. A smirk ghosted across her face as she added, “I’d offer to help you catch something, but most don’t quite have the stomach for a hunt with me.” Another short laugh punctuated her words. "I'm also far too comfortable here. I don't want any cat stealing my spot."
