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You shouldn't be here. His better sense urged him away, knowing he should not be stepping into DayClan's enchanting land, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about what he should or shouldn't do. All was quiet around him, but he knew better than to let his guard slip, silver gaze fluttering to and fro for signs of imminent danger as he slipped deeper into the territory.
(Me April 30th "Yeah let's go!" Present day "Okay, today let's go and confront this guy!" xD) woof
"Wandering paradise?" The words were enough to send a perfect shiver down his spine, not of fear, but from the sweet whispered rhythms of her voice.
There was no one in sight, the scents of bluebells and orchard apples soaring through the winds were far too many layers of smells to detect anyone close by. Suddenly a small white paw lazily swam out from under the tall stalks of wheat in a come here gesture before falling back once more.
Glowstar lied on her back, hidden among the ocean of golden wheat, a rather vulnerable position, but she didn't seem too worried, after all she invited the tom to come lie down with her. "So tell me wanderer, is this visit to our heavenly lands a secret you wish to keep away from others, a calling you couldn't ignore? Or perhaps an adventure?"
For as vulnerable of a position she was in lying on her back she looked downright untouchable. An aura about her that suggested she wasn't this open out of being naive, but because she knew she could take on anything that came her way.
(i saw you liked it so i knew to patiently await a faith reply at some point! xD)
That siren call did trill delicate, trailing fingers down his spine and cause him to arrest a paw in midair, cursing himself for having let down his guard for even a millisecond in these strangely mythical lands. Only someone truly clueless would fail to recognize the unmistakable voice of Glowstar---and though he didn't make it a point to attend every Gathering, living in the forest clan territory for so many moons of this darker half of his life ensured that Phantomfox knew precisely who he'd stumbled upon before he even turned to assess the DayClan leader and her disturbingly careless manner.
Whatever it was he'd come for, he certainly wouldn't get it now, not in her presence, so against his better judgment he let his paws redirect his course to the place she indicated, hackles lowered and the bristling ridge of fur that was previously erected along his spine settled back into the smooth, chocolatey waves. "My being here is no secret, purely curiosity. Nothing else." The lie was veiled behind a velvet purr, masking the more brutal aspects of his personality behind it. He sat beside her and curled his tail tight around his paws, moving to dip his head in a show of respect that didn't meet his eyes, a glassy silver set into a face that was very obviously subjected to a bloody trauma, scarred over impossibly and with one of his cheeks hollowed from where a dog's fangs had ripped flesh right out of it. He was as beautiful as the bogeyman and twice as scary. "What brings DayClan's legendary leader out so far, all alone?"
Surrounded by all the pretty things and delicate smells, the ethereal quality in the night, and Glowstar's own vibrant, probing gaze, he felt a new, unwarranted sensation weasel its way into him: Guilt, for threatening to disturb this peace.
Glowstar glanced up at him as though he had asked an especially odd question, but relaxed once more, "Avoiding temptations I suppose," She said earnestly before rolling over to look at him, almost moving closer like someone would do at a sleepover when they wanted to gossip, "Like, I had this fun hobby I loved to do, but ever since DayClan suffered through enslavement I promised to protect them better. So I just kind of like to lie by the borders, stare up at the night sky and feel free. But sometimes I just hope that someone will come through this border, wanting to start trouble and I can, just for a night, bring back my hobby of tormenting people. Just really get in there, stab fangs through their tongue, maybe blood letting, just something," She said, her emerald eyes widening with a hyper sense of excitement as she spoke. But caught the toms gaze and added, this time in her elegant tone she had originally been using before rambling, "I mean, I love this perfect, tranquil, peaceful, nothing ever goes wrong clan more than destruction and violence. I don't miss it! Not one bit..."
He was surprised at how much she was willing to divulge to a complete and utter stranger, especially one that looked as gruesome as him, but perhaps the lack of self preservation came with the territory of having a slew of disposable lives. It was only by virtue of her lives that had given him pause. Phantomfox feared no opponent, not after overcoming all of what he'd survived, but he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't risk his own nine unnecessarily. "It seems we want for the same things," he said as she quieted, letting his own hidden longing surface in the aftermath of her honesty. "What if we were to...team up? Hunt some people down, some nobodies no one would care about?" He let the proposal float between them, eerily moonlit gaze unwaveringly meeting Glowstar's.
Glowstar's eyes reflected the starlight above, a soft considerate smile brushed the edges of her lips before smoothing away completely, "But I don't even know your name and my people need me, I can't just leave and-" She snickered a bit to herself before nudging him playfully, "I'm kidding dude, yeah! But I'll only kill if I'm your assassin. I had my fun as a ronin, but following someone's lead like old times will be fun," She said, Her smile widened the more she spoke, shifting into a painfully genuine, contagious grin. There was no one else like her to compare her too. She felt like a goddess of chaos, but really in this moment she seemed like an angel without a guide. Anything was possible for her.
"Sooooo, where we going?" Glowstar asked in a sing song voice, of mostly mischief with a pinch of sugary sweetness. She leaned in a bit closer to the tom with interest lighting up her emerald green eyes
"I've heard of a village in the cliffside, abandoned. A small tribe moved in there recently," he said, raising himself to his full, towering height. He hadn't intended to ever bother with the outsiders he mentioned---wreaking havoc in the neighboring clans had sounded much more appealing---but making an enemy of Glowstar, the forest's immortal queen, wasn't an item on his agenda he planned to tick off. He was wild but far from stupid. "We can be there by midnight and back in time for me to sleep before sunrise," the wraith added, his quiet and furtive disposition the perfect juxtaposition to Glowstar's openness, and his nocturnal nature was perfectly telling of his NightClan allegiance.
The village in question was pocketed in the valleys bordering where Primal Instinct once laid claim, the peaks acting as surveillance points that for anyone to crest the tops of them, as the overlooked three different group territories and the outskirts of the twolegplace. A tiny set of abandoned homes made a home there, and in the absence of twolegs, it made perfect shelter for a wandering band of nobodies.
Before he turned to set off, he paused and glanced over his shoulder at her, seeming to debate something within himself. Giving his name out wasn't a particularly endearing idea---but Glowstar was a leader, and no doubt she'd spy him at Gatherings, Aspenstar's right hand. "I'm Phantomfox... but call me whatever. Let's go."
"I'm gonna call him Biscuit," Glowstar said to herself as she leisurely trailed after him.
Walking beside him it was easy for him to see the details that couldn't be noticed at a glance. The way her elegance gave her the standard perfect queen appearance, but something in her aura emitted a deep seeded feeling that she wasn't as she seemed. That this was the kind of pretty face mask behind a being of chaos.
Her eyes sparked with a storm of green embers that edged between burning out and brightening to a level of glow that could only be described as the brightness of wildfires. Her stature was noticeably tall, not a typical height for a clan cat. Instead she had the glossy fur of an ancient WaterClan warrior and the perfectly crafted muscle toned slender figure fit only for Primal Instinct standards. She was an undeniable beauty made up of an ocean of wild auburn cinnamon waves and a balayage of honey blond.
He might have noticed all that...if he cared. Honestly, he'd seen enough of Glowstar in passing and never intended to make himself an acquaintance to any of the other leaders, yet somehow he found himself in their audience over and over again. He'd served Marvelstar loyally until StarClan deigned him the usurper king, the one foretold to take reign from Flamingstar's negligence, and now he belonged to Aspenstar after refusing to take NightClan for himself, against StarClan's will---not that he cared about their will either. Dead cats were dead because they'd failed living. They had no right to dictate how he'd live. Yet somehow, someway, that led him to this moment, traveling well out of reach of his homeland with perhaps the most legendary leader in all of the forest, and in not too many days he and Aspenstar would be meeting Littlestar. Guess the ancestors got their kicks out of keeping him close to leadership. Screw them. He'd flip 'em the bird if his cat toes could form that gesture.
Internal monologue aside, they arrived on schedule, cresting the mountaintops to look down on the quiet little anthill they were about to kick over. The two-leg dens were still mostly in tact but overrun by ivy vines and wild grass as Mother Nature sought to take back what was hers, which made it a perfect nesting grounds for a small group to lay low in, prey mammals easily accessible, fresh herbs a plenty, and no competition for miles. The ants had gotten complacent in their hidden sanctuary; they wouldn't know what hit them. "I count about five or six," he told his companion, glimpsing over at the enigma beside him. He'd never seen Glowstar in battle but he'd definitely heard of her bloody dance from those who had seen it. "I don't know how you DayClanners fight, but I'm a fan of brute force and a lot of pain. You can take the kills." Killing wasn't satisfying for him. It eliminated the fear his brutality established and made the whole pursuit meaningless to him.
"Mmm... I don't know how to tell you this any other way man, but this was a long walk and honestly if I'm just gonna slit their throats and be done with it it's not worth my time. Not when you get to have all the fun tormenting them, I mean c'mon, share at least. The thrill of the kill isn't when the life leaves their eyes its getting up close and personal. It's a tender moment of holding someone's life in your paws, hearing them sing out their beautiful screams, and watching their soul shine brighter than before. In the face of a reaper, I've seen cowards turn heroic, brave warriors cry, the heartless protect the weak, there's nothing else like it," She enthused lovingly before focusing back to him, "I want to see into their souls and I can't do that if I'm just taking your leftovers."
There was a pause before she ventured, "We could get to know each other instead." Her eyes reflected something unholy out of lore and fear, burning with a type of madness that fed on chaos like a forest to a wildfire. But her smile was light and playful, there was no villainous smirk or cruel delight, just a genuine warm smile like her comment had no weight to it outside of a friendly invitation to fight. "What do you say, Biscuit?"
His ear twitched, and whether that was because of her spiel or the fact that she was actually calling him Biscuit wasn't clear, but after a long, exaggerated silence and a deadpan stare, a smirk began to form. Slowly and begrudgingly at first, but it soon became genuinely amused. "Fine. We can share. I guess. Something tells me you won't stop badgering me about it until I agree anyway," Biscuit snarked. "What's your favorite method of torture then, Gravy?"
"Ha, don't make me choose," Glowstar laughed, "Uhh, honestly I get my kicks off of inventing different games to play with people. I like to struggle right along side them. Anyways, even though we're sharing you can go in first. I'm a little too curious to see how you start a fight," She said with mischievous curiosity, clearly wanting to see what the tom was made of, what his angle was... Or maybe none of those things Glowstar wasn't just a hard cat to read, but her wishes and desires were always changing. Even if she felt one way one minute, she could feel different the very next. Everything about her felt lively because she was ever changing, but her delight and disdain were not everlasting.
A game, huh? He was more of a 'go in guns blazing' kinda guy, savoring the sensation of others' immediate and unsuspecting pain, getting his kicks by being challenged and submitted to, most unable to suffer for long under the intensity of his savagery. He liked the fear, the begging. The everlasting scars they'd have to live with, same as he had to with his.
Perhaps Glowstar made him feel a little more whimsical, or at least curious about her methods, and he would try just about anything once, so he decided to put on a show. Wordlessly, the tom reached a paw up to his shoulder and raked his claws through his own flesh, blood pooling out of the fresh wounds and pooling into his long chocolate coat, the stinging sensation resonating deep in his soul which was beginning to grow hungry with anticipation, the beast he kept caged demanding to be released, to be sated. He waited until the ants climbed back into their holes then, winking sidelong at Glowstar, meandered into the center of the clearing, dramatically collapsing onto his side and screaming aloud: "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP, I'VE BEEN ATTACKED BY A CRAZED LUNATIC!!!! SHE'S COMING FOR ME."
One by one the colony peeked back out with interest, gauging the stranger from a distance. The first to approach, seeming annoyed by her companions' callousness, was a dainty little thing, all big ears and tiny paws, and she looked over the wounded cat, taking in his horrendously scarred face and gushing wounds. "Shhh calm down," she cooed.
A much larger but still emaciated tom drifted to her side. "We can't waste resources," he reminded her in a faintly accented mew. "We must keep stock for our wounded."
The she-cat silenced him with a hard glare but didn't entertain him with a response, her tail stroking Phantomfox absently to comfort him. "We get you patched up," she promised in the same accent, "You're safe now..." She didn't catch the way her patient's ashen gaze moved back to the hilltop where Glowstar lurked in wait nor did she feel the unspoken warning in the air: I'm safe, but you aren't.
