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Post by Loki on Aug 6, 2017 9:58:16 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID A soft breeze blew over the lush meadow, swaying the slightly tall grass in a soothing manner. Pink, white, and blue flowers could be seen spread out all over the field, theur colours popping against the constant hue of green. Gentle hills rolled up and down, creating a nearly peaceful landscape. Everything seemed pastel and soft, pleasing to the eye. The birds sang in the few dispersed trees in the area, their blue, black and white feathers standing out against brown bark and bright leaves. Rabbits slowly made their way across the field, unharmed by any predators. A small flock of birds swooped and flew above the area, and the sun shone bright. No clouds were seen in the sky, allowing the sun to be as glorious as it chose to be. However peaceful the area was, it ended when black paws entered the territory. A tall, solitary figure stalked through the grass, his sweeping gaze killing everything in its path, if looks could kill. His bright green gaze pierced through everything, and even the butterflies hid at the sight of him. The birds became quiet, and even the sun seemed to dull itself. His shoulders stuck out his back as he continued forward, his long tail flicking back and forth every once in a while. His long legs easily lifted him over the longer grass, and his sharp ears picked up even the slightest noises. Once he found himself at a reasonable place, he stopped and lifted his head, positioning his front paws right next to each other, and his hind legs in a spread, half walk position. His eyes closed, and he breathed a sigh. His long tail arched behind him, falling toward the ground, then curving up a bit. The black coat he wore stood out against the bright, soft colours. He seemed completely out of place against the calm. Standing at his tallest height, he was quite intimidating. However, at the moment, he seemed at peace, his head tilted toward the sun and his eyes closed. His sides barely moved as he breathed; he stood in the eerie silence he caused. Finally, something broke the silence, and from his hill, he slowly opened his eyes and looked down to his right, where he spotted another cat. His green gaze was full of judgement, as if he was scolding the cat for breaking the silence. His tail slowly moved back and forth, but other than that, he was posed in a strange stillness, unmoving. (( Nightingale, do you play skypaw, as well? )) |
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 10:18:34 GMT -6
 Rose adorning her paws, mingling with her flowery scent sweetly, the siamese sat, tail curled primly around herself, her deep blue eyes focused on a beautiful little nightingale, perched upon a thin-branched bush. It sang with a clear, high voice, about what, Rose would never know. His voice was lilting and longing, so it could be anything from a song for a loved one to a desperate call for help.
But whatever it was, music was music, and his voice was preciously sweet nectar to Rose's ears. The little black bird was within pouncing range for Rose and, not the best hunter herself, it would cost her later on to not leap on the nightingale - after all, prey was prey, no matter how beautifully they sang. But Rose loved this little music box so much, she would be willing to suffer through another night of hungry belly than hunt him down. As someone long ago once declared, panem et circenses, bread and circuses, are the essentials for keeping a cat happy, and for now the circenses were more of a priority than the panem.
Unfortunately, the little songbird's singing was cut short as the nightingale dropped its voice. Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked at the nightingale with awe, trying to decipher what may have causes his sudden break in concert. He stared back at her with those round, black eyes. She turned around and slowly scanned the horizon, trying to find the guilty culprit - and her eyes settled on a dark figure standing atop of a hill.
Perhaps she shouldn't, but she lifted herself onto her long legs and started walking towards the cat, who must be another loner. When she walked, her paws reached out in long steps, walking forward in one very straight line. Elegant and proper, her mother used to say.
Well, before she abandoned Rose. Her little wildflower, she used to say. Guess that was all just a load of mousedung.
The cat was closer now, and she could properly look at him. She was definitely smaller than him, but she was still running on the defiance of having her little music box taken away. She flickered her long tail.
"Why so still?" she meowed, narrowing her sea blue eyes. NOTES ; yes, i do! how did you know? does he know someone of your's? |
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Post by Loki on Aug 6, 2017 10:34:44 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID (( a long time ago, i used to play lotuspaw, the person who drew his signature. I left her, though. She's not returning xD also, i play adderkit ))
The dark tom sized up the smaller cat before him. She was significantly younger than him, but he did like her elegant, her grace, something they had in common. Her question, however, was a little strange. From it, however, Loki drew that she was observant. She saw what most cats might look over, another shared trait. "I prefer the silence," he said ominously, turning his green gaze away from her to look back at the sky.
As he looked out upon the meadow before him, he noticed that the animals seemed to have gone into hiding, and the smallest of creases appeared between his brow, though it did not particulary bother him. The sun warmed his coat, making him feel overheated. He preferred the cold, and would rather live somewhere the temperatures were always at least below 0 degrees celcius. Yet, he would have to deal with it. He could already feel the oncoming weather change. Fall was nearing, which meant temperatures would drop to a reasonable state.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 10:50:59 GMT -6
Her big almond eyes narrowed even further.
"Silence is such a hideous thing," she meowed, tilting her head to one side. "Why?"
Her voice was as strong as she was stubborn, so her voice was pretty steady. The sun stretched out above them, warming her back, and she relished the feeling with a slow blink. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed how large the distance between her and her stranger were, so she walked steadily forward. Batting an ear, she looked back down at the flowers embellishing the meadow. She reached out a paw and gently touched a particular floret beneath the two of them. It was a stunning, innocent, beauty of a thing, with fresh pale blue petals and a gentle slope to her growth. She gave another slow blink.
"I like to prize myself in being able to enjoy the finer beauties in life," she meowed. "Why should we deny ourselves such a basic pleasure?"
She turned her deep blue eyes back onto the tom, her eyes filled with question. NOTES ; oh my god, adderkit ! she's such a cutie ((: and thank you so much for the art. i think it's so fitting for a character like him !! |
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Post by Loki on Aug 6, 2017 13:07:49 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID "If you don't learn to appreciate the silence, you never appreciate the noise," Loki responded to her simple question. His ears flicked as he turned his head slowly, scanning the meadow. When he turned back to the younger cat, he noticed she'd gotten closer, though not that much. He himself turned completely toward her and began to descend down the hill, but stopped nearly halfway, his long tail swishing back and forth majestically.
A twinkle found Loki's eye as he answered her next question, in his own kind of riddle. "Some may be caught in the headlights. They become blind, and they do not see this basic pleasure you speak of." With an elegant gesture, Loki stretched his paw to a white flower before him, and the tip of his paw graced the soft petals, before he snapped his arm back and lay it once again on the ground. His gaze met hers, a blank expression plastered on his face.
(( oh thank you so much! and your welcome, i'm glad you like it. however... i've improved much since then xD ))
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 13:52:02 GMT -6
This stranger's next words actually held within it a decent gem of wisdom. The Siamese made note to remember his quote, word by word, but feigned disinterest. She'd noticed that he had turned around and walked the other direction, but she wasn't about to let him escape just yet. This tall, dark and handsome mystery of a thing had been one of the first cats she'd encountered that hadn't run away or tried to attack her. She loosened the collar around her neck with her paw, which was becoming much too tight for comfort, and continued walking slowly after him.
"Some may be caught in the headlights. They become blind, and they do not see this basic pleasure you speak of."
She tilted her head, as she worked to make sense of the words. What a pitiful world this tom must live in, to be denied such basic pleasures, to not see the beauty in the swoop of a bird's wings, the curvature of a recently bloomed wildflower, the elegant branches of an old apple tree...
"Have you been caught in the headlights?" she meowed, straight to the point. Her paws stopped, and she watched as the tom extended a paw to a delicate white flower before he turned to meet her gaze with a blank expression. Proud and strong, she didn't falter, instead meeting his green eyes with her own blank expression, head still ever so slightly tilted to the left. NOTES ; awesome! do you have a deviantart, or an art thread or something? i'd love to see your work! |
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Post by Loki on Aug 6, 2017 14:41:39 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID (( yes i do have a deviantart. Two, actually, though i might leave them both behind a create a new one. Both were made for other websites, but i just want one for my art, not for websites. Deviantart 1 deviantart 2 )) Loki studdied the siamese before him, her big, blue eyes staring blankly back at him, the question held in the air between them. "No, I have not," he answered, turning back to the meadow before him. "Sometimes I do not always see the beauty, but I am not blind. I see things others choose to look over. I take nearly everything into consideration." He was a thinker, many might say. He enjoyed observing, but every once in a while he did look over the small things in life. He felt he didn't have time to enjoy things like he did when he was a kitten. Looking back to the she-cat, he had noticed before she was young, but she seemed quite younger than he first observed, or maybe that was because he had lived for so long already. Yet, it was hard to tell his age, as he still had the features of a spry young warrior. He was quite athletic, as well, keeping him in top condition. |
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 14:53:42 GMT -6
The tom answered ambiguously, something she'd assumed he would do. Suppressing a sigh of frustration, she just became even more determined to understand him. Her eyes flickered back to the meadow, watching the light breeze sweep swiftly past the multitude of wildflowers, again absentmindedly lifting a paw to pull at, and tug at, her collar, freeing her throat to take a full, deep breath. The liberating motion was now second nature to her, like how another cat might find a twitch of an ear or a flick of a tail to be a sign of thinking, her loosening her collar was.
"Do you, now?" she gazed at the tom with newfound curiosity at his words. Liking to consider herself an observer, she was intrigued to find another cat who claimed the same. She was frozen in a half-walk, one front paw forward, one back paw stretched out, and tipped her head again, tail sweeping the grass below her.
"Tell me something you've noticed, then."
She took a step forward, almost like she was rising to a challenge.
"Tell me about me."
NOTES ; well, please feel free to link me to your new one if/when you get it (: |
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Post by Loki on Aug 9, 2017 15:37:24 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Loki inspected his paw like this was the simplest task he'd ever been given. "Your proper, possibly having a good upbringing. Your mother was most likely very high esteemed, maybe even called a queen, while your father was just as proper. But... I did notice your collar," here he stopped and gave her a slightly questioning look. "You were raised well by humans, they gave your parents their ranks. From the way your fur lays, I'd say they brushed you often, took good care of you. You're purebred, most likely. Perhaps they showed you, and your parents were the best.
"Yet you didn't want me to figure your past, perhaps you wanted to hear about your personality. You don't like beating around the bush, and like to get straight to the point. Possibly you don't like riddles, but would rather be told straightforward. You have a sense of curiousity about the world. Your trying to figure it out, to take it apart and analyze each section, as you are no doubt trying to do with me..."
(( i will once i make it! :3 ))
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 9, 2017 22:55:08 GMT -6
The words that this stranger was speaking struck clock to home, pretty much breaking down 'home' completely. Formal and proper, the way he so easily analysed her past like it was nothing, like it was just written out there in front of him. Perhaps it was. Perhaps the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, just screamed 'soft, spoiled, showcat'.
The amusement faded out of her eyes, but she kept her smile just as bright.
The breakdown of her personality was a little less heart-wrenching, and when he reached the end of it she gave the tiniest of nods.
"Spot-on," she meowed, her voice just ever so slightly weaker than before.
"I used to be... associated with humans," she meowed. She certainly wasn't a house cat, she didn't even allow herself to think of such thing. Her collar wasn't a sign of ownership, it was a sign of honour.
"I do not suffer from such any more," she meowed. "However, I've encountered some trouble in..." she realised how pitiful she must sound.
"I can't take off my collar," she finally meowed, blunt.
NOTES ;
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Post by Loki on Aug 10, 2017 13:33:38 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Loki listened to all her words, and he noticed she suddenly sounded heartbroken. So he hadn't lost his touch... yet he looked up to meet her gaze when she suddenly said she couldn't take her collar off. "Do you want it off?" He asked her, generally curious. He'd only helped one other feline hid herself of her collar, and it had been quite simply, though nearly impossible for one to take it off without help.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 10, 2017 13:39:23 GMT -6
Her head tipped slightly, surprised at his takeaway of all of that. A smile almost made its way onto her face.
"Of course I want it off," she meowed as if the answer was obvious. The collar certainly didn't belong in the wilderness; a black band, strung up with pearls and other shimmering gems. A little silver plate hung from it, bearing some human scratches, which she assumed was her old name.
She wanted to get that piece of filth as quickly off of herself as possible.
"Why? Do you have any ideas?" she meowed. "I'm honestly open to anything at this point."
NOTES ;notes here |
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Post by Loki on Aug 10, 2017 15:52:22 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Without much of another word, Loki padded up real close to the Siamese. She was tall, but he was taller still, and his green eyes seemed to glow more fiercely up close. He unseathed his deadly sharp claws and slipped one under the collar, then slowly dragged it down across the human thing, created a slightly deep gash. He did it one more time, before he quickly grabbed the collar between his teeth and yanked it clean off. It snapped in a satisfying way, and he backed up with it dangling between his sharp, white teeth. He then turned his head and spit it onto the grass quite elegantly. Loki gazed judgingly at it, before turning his gaze back on the siamese.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 11, 2017 4:03:47 GMT -6
Perhaps in any other situation, Rose would be uncomfortable with a cat she'd just met's claws so close to her throat, but she had already ruled out Loki has a threat - for now, at least. He didn't seemed to be the sporadic type, and it's not as if he had any reason to kill her. Why spill blood that you don't need to? Why get your claws dirty?
The collar snapped cleanly around her neck, allowing a steady stream of pearls and other flashy things clattering all over the ground beneath them. She rolled her neck, indulging in the freedom that had just been bestowed upon her, the fur around her neck finally loose.
"You have incredibly green eyes," she meowed, voice dry. Merely a comment. Not a compliment, no sarcasm, not meant to be taken any way other than just a statement, an observation.
"Did you get them from your mother?"
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Post by Loki on Aug 11, 2017 13:06:47 GMT -6
THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Loki flicked his ear at the thought of his mother, but he kept his face blank. Someday he would avenge his mother's death, but while he still tried to figure out who killed her, he could do nothing. The time would come when he would shed just a little more blood, adding another carcass to his book, but that time was not now.
"My mother, father, brother, and sister had brilliantly blue eyes." Loki stood up a little taller, if that was even possible. "I do not share their eyes, nor their coats, for one reason and one reason only." His eyes instantly darkened, and through his stone face, a truly sour look could barely be seen, as if he had held a long grudge for years without end. "One father who didn't want me, and another who wanted to use me. One mother who cared not, and another who cared too much. All are dead, so it doesn't matter."
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