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Post by xx.sapphire on Nov 24, 2018 23:37:31 GMT -5
It wasn't often that she visited the Assessment Center anymore. The fire-ravaged area often induced painful memories of the tragedies that had occurred here. Somewhere under the entanglement of branches of the fallen oak were rotting corpses of the victims; Vera E'tani had briefly joined their charred ranks herself. Only she had risen from the dead, the only physical reminder of her pithy mortality being the faded pink flesh along her legs and lower flank. Her unborn kits, however, had not been so immortal.
On some days, she considered it excellent timing, the miscarriage. With this strange disease outbreak happening, it wasn't the best environment for small, immunocompromised kittens. On other days, however, Vera still grieved for her lost litter, but those times were now few and far between. Family had once been her greatest pride, her one priority -- but now, she realized it had been her utmost weakness, a pitfall in her seemingly seamless reign.
The bengal Nemesis allowed her tail to drag along the scorched tree, touching it with surprising gentleness, almost fondness. Almost as though it were a thank-you.
Things were darkening within her. Whatever moral code she once had was dead and gone, just like her siblings. Just like her unborn kits. Just like the former Vera. At the sound of a snapping twig, she turned her head sharply to meet her company's optics.
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POSTEDNov 30, 2018 23:07:47 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Niarra had been watching the feline for several moments. It was a very voyeuristic endeavor she had fallen into, but it was one that was intriguing. After all, although one day she intended to eliminate the feline who stood by the tree, for now, she was an enigma. If Niarra ever wanted to succeed, she needed to know her, to understand the bengal beauty. She needed to understand her. She needed to learn how the feline's head worked, so that one day, Niarra could work her way inside the cracks.
"I apologize," she meowed lightly to the Nemesis, dropping her head into a sort of bow of respect to the creature. Although Vera was an obstacle she would one day have to cross, she did respect the creature. She had capitalized on the weakness of the former regime in order to make herself strong, something that Niarra herself intended to do one day. "I didn't mean to interrupt your moment." Her voice rang sincerely as she spoke, her tone slightly lighter than one might expect for the circumstance.
"I had come to pay my respects to the land, and I hadn't noticed you yet." This was a boldfaced lie, but she spoke it so smoothly that it would almost be impossible to tell.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 1, 2018 22:23:25 GMT -5
"What respects, exactly, would you have to pay?" Vera E'tani questioned, her eyes remaining transfixed on the scorched tree.
Her tone was not entirely hostile, but it certainly was not inviting. Had Niarra lost a litter of kittens in the fire, too? Or perhaps a promising son's physical health? No, the Nemesis thought not. Based on the fluidity of her words alone, Vera would not have know if Niarra had lied or not, but the Nemesis kept an extensive agenda on every cat in her domain, especially ones of former bloodlines. Niarra had not lost any family in the fire, nor had she been present at the time of the incident. Cats of the league didn't pay respect to anything, and Vera didn't trust liars.
"You aren't the only one who lost things in the fire, you know. I understand that it can be hard to look past your own nose," she smiled sweetly at the cat, "I truly do understand. However, lives were lost and or destroyed by the fire, not just your own." Niarra was careful with her words and careful to stay just out of the claw's reach of the cat. Quite frankly, she found the groveling of the Nemesis disgusting, but there were few things about Vera that didn't make the feline sick to her stomach. She was a feline who was good at instilling fear into others by use of force alone, but underneath it all, few cats had actual loyalty to Vera's throne. Cats didn't step out of line not because they were dedicated to the reign of the cat, but because there were few options otherwise. It was a pathetic way to lead, but not as pathetic as the fact that the nemesis believed that she was the only one hurt in the situation, that she was so wrapped up in herself.
"If you really think being territorial and claiming the losses felt by an entire clan is the best way to approach the situation," Niarra mused, "perhaps you should inform felines not to come here. Tell them that this is a place where only you can have a pity party. I would have never even bothered paying my respects to the felines lost if I knew that mourning was limited to you only." Her tail twitched, and she took two steps back. She woudl not take her eyes off of Vera E'tani, but she was quite done bothering with Vera as an entity. She had gotten the information that she needed on the cat, and had intentions to use the fact that Vera was wrapped up in her own selfish loss even though moons had passed since the fire. She could see it now, murmuring to her friends, there were beginning to be many o them, that she had been chased out of the area because Vera was too blind to see others were hurt too. Amusement passed through the forefront of her mind, but the feline did not show it.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 12, 2018 22:42:20 GMT -5
Niarra could scarcely take her second step before the Nemesis moved. It was easy to close the distance between them; Vera was an agile cat. A blur of Bengal fur was all that could be seen before a head-splitting blow landed squarely on the back of Niarra’s neck, slamming into her cervical spine. No time was gifted to the other to think. Vera violently shoved Niarra’s face into the slightly frozen ground, forcing her nose and muzzle into the dirt. She planted her other paw firmly on the back of Niarra’s head to reinforce her position. Her claws readily slid out.
“Your nerve is not a factor of admiration, but an indication of decomposed intelligence and suicidal ideations. Open your mouth again and eat dirt; speak to your Nemesis in that manner once more, and suffocate. I dare you.”
For good measure, Vera remained this way for several seconds more, holding Niarra’s head firmly against the earth. After the moment had passed, Vera shoved down as she pushed herself off, releasing Niarra from her hold. Her tail twitched furiously behind her as she watched the other. Vera E’tani did not cower nor back away; if Niarra wanted to retaliate, Vera was more than ready to tear her limb from limb. Many moons of stress and lack of war had left her with far too much pent-up wrath.
The Nemesis’s gaze glimmered with unnerving serenity; one would expect a more severe reaction. Yet, Vera’s words had been as cool as the environmental temperature. She scarcely felt the need to verbally rebuke such a childish attempt at unsettling her; in fact, the entire gesture had been laughable. The Nemesis had faced far more formidable foes; she had heard far harsher words. If there was one thing that Vera was not, it was self-absorbed — she hadn’t dedicated her entire life to maintaining her siblings’ welfare and still managed to win the title of vanity. Niarra’s unmasked disrespect would not be tolerated, and that went beyond any haughtiness that Vera felt. She was the Nemesis of the league, and that in itself warranted courtesy, even if it wasn’t genuine. Vera shook her head slightly. Trying to get under Vera’s skin had not been a victory — no, it had been plain stupidity.
