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Only a few more days and she'd be done with initiation. Of course, that meant she'd have to kill someone, a kit or apprentice no less, in a few days, which she'd never done before, though no one knew that. At this point, the idea itself hardly phased Zakiyyah, though she'd struggled with it in the first few days of joining the League, before fear itself had been practically beaten out of her. She still hadn't spoken with Kotori, either. Ironic, considering he was the entire reason she'd joined this godforsaken place to begin with. But that was just her luck, she supposed.
In the meantime, given her newfound freedom, she supposed she should put it to good use and get exploring the territory on her own, finally. With that idea in mind, the crimson clad devil rose to her paws and slipped out of the ruins in silence.
Kotori always knew she was there, he had just been too much of a coward to visit or to look at her. He didn't want to see her beaten up, to know he didn't have to go through that upon joining, but his sister did. A lot of cats were sadistic, they fed off the fear and pain of others, but he had never been like that. Everyone he killed was for a reason, he never let a death carry on longer that it had to. Since joining he hadn't killed anyone either, there wasn't the need to. He killed because becoming commander felt like living. It felt like if he wasn't going to be commander there was no way to carry on with life, that he needed the power more than blood, more than morals. He may have misplaced his necessities, but he also noticed he had regret. Something no one else had here. It was hard enough to have murdered everyone he loved, to have such a high body count compared to so many other cats in the league. Now he had to live with being a murderer and not even having a murder community he could relate to. And worse he was just staring off into space right in his sisters direction not saying anything!
Kotori looked away, but it was too late, he probably already looked like a total weirdo to her. Even when he had control and was a criminal he was probably always going to be a dorky brother to her. Though that was fair because if she was in better health she probably could take him down.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 19, 2018 10:42:34 GMT -5
Zakiyyah had seen better days, that was certain. She was gaunt from the lack of prey, and her thick fur hid a myriad of scars from her first few days in the League. It was all a blur, now, that time, and if she couldn't still feel the phantom pain crawling across her limbs, her own tears flowing down her cheeks against her will at the sheer agony, she might have forgotten it entirely, or written it off as a bad dream. But it wasn't, she realized, her gaze catching Kotori's just as he was looking away.
She should hate him. She should turn around, kill him now, and return to the Regime a hero. Yet, she couldn't find it in herself to despise him. She was angry, deep down in her soul where she'd locked away her feelings until she'd been in the League long enough to allow her real emotions to trickle back to the surface. So, so, angry, but she didn't hate him, not really. After all, Kotori was her brother, her fellow Spy, no matter what anyone else said. Together, they were unstoppable, though their birthplace had only ever seemed to create distance between them.
The devil's head swung back to the forest ahead, her voice just loud enough for him to be overheard. "You coming or not, Kotori?" Her tone held a touch of the her usual personality in it, yet it rang almost hollow, as if she was doing it more for his sake than anything else. Times had changed, and she'd changed right alongside it.
Kotori glanced away, but came back Zakiyyah's side, "Where are you heading?" His voice wasn't sentimental, but the way he avoided her gaze like he wasn't worthy of seeing her than more than a passing glance spoke volume. He was ashamed and more than that was afraid of what she may think of him or do to him. Still he was composed, he didn't slouch like he used to or use his sarcasm to coat his worries. If he was sarcastic it was because he meant it and if he was mad he would show it. He was more expressive than the Regime had allowed him to be and this time his tone showed a bit of interest.
It was almost funny. Who'd have thought Kotori would be the emotional one? He'd always hidden it away, while she'd never been afraid to express herself. Now, everything was inverted. He seemed to have more genuine expressions, whereas hers were more reserved, guarded from those who might use them against her. Heh.
"Unlike you, I don't know this place well, so I thought I'd change that." Zakiyyah watched him from the corner of her eye, taking in his apparent hesitation, the curiosity in place of bitterness or irritation. He'd changed, or maybe he'd just found freedom in this new place, at the cost of so many lives. "Since you're here, you may as well show me the worthwhile places. Otherwise I'll probably be wandering in circles all day."
The self-deprecating statements were a new things for the soon to be huntress. She'd always been confident in her abilities, almost to the point of arrogance, and now, though she seemed unfazed, she didn't refer to her skills with any great importance. She wasn't special here. She wasn't a prodigy. She didn't have doting parents or a group that relied on her. Zakiyyah had only herself and Kotori, and the relationship between them was distant at best, near nonexistent at worst.
"Uh, I like the Badlands, it reminds me of home. I mean everyone here hates it, that's why it's called the Badlands, but to me it's just a bunch of rocks with no water and it gets nice and dark out at night, but you can still run for miles and keep going. I don't know, it's really nice, besides some coyote sightings, I've never seen any though," Kotori said.
He didn't really have many friends, okay no friends. He had no friends and some psychos who were interested in having him as company and nothing beyond that. But hanging out in the Badlands was always nice. He could see all the stars, but everything still felt closed in enough, safe. But he also felt free being able to walk for hours without hitting a wall. He figured Zakiyyah would like it too for the same reasons he liked it, although the space was literally the last place any cat would want to dig given how hard the ground was.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 26, 2018 17:04:20 GMT -5
The place sounded nice enough. Empty and open, with no one but them for miles. It actually sounded like a dream, but Zakiyyah refused to admit so, out loud. "I guess I'll let you show me the way then." With a dramatic, almost sarcastic seeming wave of her tail, she indicated Kotori forwards, though there was the slightest twitches of a smile on her face, as though she weren't entirely gone after all. It wasn't much, but it was a hope for her brother that things might one day return to normal, if anything in their lives could honestly be called such.
Another thing she wouldn't admit, was that it was nice to see her brother again. To see him having those chains that had kept him down in the Regime lifted, even if this place wasn't free at all, even if neither of them were so important as they once were, with only Senescence, really, to call family, however distant.
Kotori walked past her and lead the way towards the Badlands, but realized now that it likely wasn't the paradise it was when he first joined. It was winter and the cold was trapped in the stone and the wind likely traveled rapidly and without mercy through the desert area. Sure it was a desert kind of expanse, but even so it could get pretty cold out there. Something that really only scouts ever had to deal with and maybe a guider, but the garden always seemed to supply enough. It was definitely a shock for him when he found out how cold the surface could get.
He looked back at his sister, what had she gone through? Everything? He had to admit, he was smug about it at first. Zakiyyah was never on his kill list, but probably was one of the only cats he'd take great satisfaction of seeing in pain. But it was a long process and that feeling only lasted so long before it turned to anxiety. He wondered if she'd survive and if she did at what cost? He saw the smallest twitch of a smile earlier, but it only broke his heart more. They were twins, it wasn't like one was more responsible for the other, but he did feel he should have at least been there and not ensuring he wasn't chosen as a prison guard. Plus he knew the process to becoming a full league member. That what would come next was killing someone. He almost wanted to tell her it wasn't that bad. That everything turns red and all you have are the marks to remember it. Though he hadn't killed a tyke nor a cadet. He had the opportunities too, but he never went further than injury. Which in a way meant Zakiyyah's crime could be seen as lower than his crimes depending on the person.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 28, 2018 16:51:08 GMT -5
Indeed, wasn't killing a kit the worst thing you could do? Some might say so, though Zakiyyah doubted killing a kitten's mother in front of them ranked much higher on the list. Even so, it was both sad, and ironic, that her first kill would end up being of a cat who was entirely helpless. No matter what reason she'd entered the League, there was no way she could face the Regime after such an act. To admit to the murder of an innocent without the proper capabilities of defending themselves, and for what reason? To prove she could to a group of cats who slaughtered others without a second thought.
She considered she might be pathetic. She couldn't live without her murderer brother, and so chose to be a murderer herself, leaving her grieving family behind for her own selfish desires. If you either died a hero, or lived long enough to see yourself become a villain, then Zakiyyah had certainly lived long enough for the latter to be true. Probably, she should have been more disappointed in that fact, or against the idea of killing a child. But all she felt was numb to it all.
Part of her had died the day she'd joined the League. Maybe her heart and soul had fragmented and the pieces were slowly being chipped away. Perhaps her psyche had been damaged beyond repair. Regardless of what exactly it was, there was just something missing in her, some part that she would never get back, even if everything else could be patched up.
Kotori approached the Badlands. The rocky walls were tall and massive and with the sky being as dark as it was it felt as if they were in the most massive underground tunnel they'd ever seen. The floor was tough, but not too sandy, enough to feel like home. There were snakes around, a change, but they seemed to reasonably keep to themselves and prefer to hunt small prey like insects and rodents.
"You can climb the rocky walls, I've done it. And although I like to pretend I'm underground here when the moons full it looks beautiful. Though I do kind of miss sneaking off to those gatherings that clans would hold, it was always so thrilling. Though I guess I never shared with you that I did that before..."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 29, 2018 15:31:39 GMT -5
"No. But I kinda figured." Zakiyyah replied easily. It likely wasn't much of a surprise that she'd figured it out. Sneaking out specifically on the full moon, consistently, tended to be rather obvious, whether Kotori admitted it or not. She hadn't joined in, perhaps wanting him to have something to himself, or because it hadn't interested her as much. Either way, it was his own thing, regardless of what she knew about his whereabouts.
He wasn't wrong about the place reminding her of the underground. It was almost like a massive cavern with a top that faded to mist, except for the fact that instead of mist, there was a wide open sky, a breeze curling through the area that was an almost painful reminder that no matter how similar it may be, it would never be the Regime. All the same, the terrain was more familiar than that of forests or other lands, and she could almost... almost, trick herself into believing they'd found a new part of the tunnels to explore and then report back to the Commander with their findings.
"I'm thinking of checking out BrookClan sometime. I used to say I was from BrookClan, kind of wonder what I was even trying to be like," He grinned, "Hey if you want you could come with. We could do all the things we couldn't before. We can play, attempt to fish, maybe dig our very own tunnel and we'd call it Fort Worms! Oh and we could try worms. I've never tried a worm before. I don't know what's on your list of things to do. A new life right?"
"Trying a worm might be a bit much for me, but sneaking off to BrookClan sounds... fun." She almost struggled to get the word out. Amidst the chaos of her initiation, the idea of letting loose, of being carefree and unrestricted once it was all over was baffling, and she almost couldn't imagine joining Kotori, though she most certainly would. And hopefully would enjoy it too. It did seem pleasant enough, and it would be nice, dare she say it, to actually be able to spend time with Kotori, without either of them being burdened by her initiation, or by the Regime's standards, or anything else.
"Heh, dad made me eat a beetle once. Not half bad, they're still pretty meaty, but soft and not too warm. I don't know, I liked the texture more than i would have thought, I think a worm would be the best mix, but don't tell anyone I tried to eat bugs or they'll laugh at me," He snickered, but looked serious all of a sudden, "And this time if I date anyone I shouldn't you can tell me... Cyra and I didn't work out and when I do find a girl I hope it'll be someone you approve of."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 31, 2018 16:29:26 GMT -5
"How about this, no more dating anyone crazier than you?" It was meant to be a lighthearted tease, though her voice came out more deadpan than she'd intended for it to be. Hopefully the point had gotten across... But no matter, she'd set a relatively easy bar, hopefully. Kotori, by many cats' standards, was probably fairly insane himself, which left him a lot of cats, both in and out of the League, to end up with that hopefully wouldn't cause him to go on mindless killing sprees.
"Oh, and I won't tell anyone about the bugs." It probably shouldn't surprise her that their father had done something of the sort. Shule had told them tales of him adopting a duck... so she supposed it was par for the course, really. Still, she wasn't about to out that little tidbit of information to the rest of the League. Not only because their was no reason to, but because he'd asked.
His ears flattened at the sound of another cat drawing near, but when he saw the silvery outline of soul they perked up again.
"That's the local weirdo. Usually if we tell him to scram he does. He's a pretty good fighter so it's really annoying to fight him so we just let him off with a warning each time. At least that's what I've noticed... He's a healer though, always looking for herbs and stuff," Kotori explained.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 31, 2018 17:42:06 GMT -5
"Why has no one killed him yet?" Kotori stated he was a skilled fighter, but even then, the League had numbers to overtake him, not to mention the group's dislike for anyone in a space they'd claimed for their own. Which meant either they didn't see him as enough of a threat to bother, or he was terrifyingly skilled. Somehow, she doubted it was the latter, as Primal Instinct would have tried to recruit him, or even she would have likely heard his name mentioned in passing by the members of the League. "I didn't take Primal Instinct as the type of place to let others roam freely."
"Eh, he actually usually stays by the border. The problem is that he's fast, it's never worth actually catching him and with whatever strength you have left after that run to maim and kill him or whatever. He's a nuisance, but not annoying enough to give anyone the willpower to chase after him," Kotori shrugged, but then grinned, "Hey, I bet we could, if we acted all nice and then pounced. Everyone would thank us for it."
