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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Jun 23, 2012 1:11:19 GMT -5
Talon's green eyes were full of bloodlust as he stalked around the Raiders' Run. He wanted to be taken out on a raid, assigned a mission, work with loyalty for the raiders who trained him. They nearly daily beat him, but his father trained him to be vicious and cruel. There was a wild look in his eyes like he wasn't all put together. Like his mind was muddled and mashed up and made of bits and pieces of thoughts but nothing that could be put together. He just lived for the thrill of murder. His fur was a mess because he never bothered to clean it. He looked just as bad as he was at heart. He sat down and watched, waiting for an assignment, or a beating, or some training.
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Post by sil on Jul 1, 2012 16:54:46 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/ETHbg2.png]Ethereal slinked through the camp, her snow-white pelt practically glowing. She was in a particularly good mood then, for reasons unknown. Now, the fledgling she-cat was eager to be doing something productive. That was until she spotted the tattered black pelt of another Raider.
Talon was likely the favorite fledgling of the group. In more than just looks, he took after his infamous father in almost every way—although Anubis had a tendency to let his libido drive him and sire many an illegitimate kit. Talon was more focused. So set in his training, on becoming stronger. His eyes never seemed to stray from their desire for blood. If Ethie even had the capacity for romantic feelings, they would probably be towards this dark, dangerous Fledgling.
But she didn’t, so her morbid fascination with him was her strongest outward emotion. After all, their personalities weren’t so different. “Hello, Talon,” Ethie greeted with a light purr to her tone. She sashayed toward him, circling him slowly and with purpose. Her odd colored eyes were heavy-lidded.
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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Jul 2, 2012 20:47:50 GMT -5
The green eyes of the black cat glinted as he turned to acknowledge the other fledgling that came his way. It was the white she-cat he knew as Ethereal, they had been pitted against each other in training battles before. She was good, fighting with the fury of a lion against him. He didn't remember the outcome but he liked to think that he was the winner anyway. "Ethereal," he growled, stretching out her name and mispronouncing it a little. He watched her circle him through narrowed eyes.
He extended his claws, it wasn't unusual for fledglings to sometimes fight against one another. They did it for practice and they did it because of bloodlust. The older raiders usually didn't mind, it meant that they were getting training without them having to do it themselves. Koschei didn't like to see the older raiders fight among each other, but he said nothing about the fledglings. "What do you want?" Talon asked darkly.
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Post by sil on Jul 3, 2012 14:30:32 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/ETHbg2.png]Ethereal padded a few paces closer, while still keeping an adequate distance between the two of them. “Oh, you can just call me Ethie, you know,” she meowed lightly. The Fledgling was used to others struggling with the name, and she preferred the nickname, anyway.
She continued to pace around the dark-hearted tom. When he extended his claws, a wicked grin pulled her lips away from her sharp, glinting teeth. Her eyes, standing out in contrast to the dark circles around either one, brightened and an icy thrill ran down her spine. Ethie unsheathed her claws as well. She kept up her circling, closing the distance bit by bit with every pawstep. Ethie loved the excitement of battle. Though admittedly a sore loser, she enjoyed sparring.
“Nothing in particular,” she mewed in response to his question. “I’m a little… bored.” Her eyes remained trained on Talon, waiting for him to make the first move. “What are you up to?”
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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Jul 6, 2012 0:04:20 GMT -5
"Ethie," he hissed, drawing out her name. Talon watched her circle around him, every cycle she made bringing her closer to him. His sharp, crooked fangs hung out of his mouth even before he opened it to sneer at her. It was clear they were going to fight, sooner or later. Maybe after they'd exchanged a few casual words. He had to keep his mind steady to avoid lashing out at her while she spoke. "I was waiting for something interesting to happen," he meowed. He finally couldn't contain his claws and bloodlust any longer and thrust up an uppercut with his right paw, trying to strike her back under her chin and catch her off guard. "Then you came along." He smirked at her.
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Post by sil on Jul 14, 2012 15:01:52 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/ETHbg2.png] Ethie wasn’t particularly surprised when he lashed out. Talon was always looking for a chance to shed a little blood. Excitement trilled through her body and adrenaline filled her limbs. Though she was expecting it, Talon was much quicker than she remembered—probably because of his training with Anubis. The snow-white Fledgling had barely enough time to pull back out of range. His claws caught under her chin, dragging a few inches along the thin flesh of her neck before she jumped out of the way.
A few drops of blood plodded silently into the dirt between her paws. The pain was thrilling. Ethie let a grin stretch across her face and her tail whipped back and forth. “I’m glad I can be of service,” she mewled. Ethie crouched and then launched herself at the dark Fledgling with the intention of striking his face.
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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Jul 18, 2012 23:48:48 GMT -5
Talon enjoyed the rush he got from drawing blood. Seeing the crimson spill out onto the ground from the wound under Ethie's chin made his eyes sparkle with mad delight. Talon saw her crouch and prepared to step swiftly to the side. He was surprised when her claws managed to strike his shoulder anyway. He hadn't jumped away quick enough, and though she didn't hit his face she still made claw marks on the shoulder blade. He hissed lowly. "You've been practicing," he noted coldly. Without much warning he reared up on his hindlegs and struck out at her, trying to knock her off balance.
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