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Post by Adagio on Jan 26, 2016 21:17:35 GMT -6
Sorry for the wait, was editing my template. Bad post, bleh | Undo these chains, My friend I'll show you the rage I've hidden |
The sun wasn't up quite yet; merely peeking over the horizon line and setting a soft glow upon the endless expanse of grass. Well, not entirely endless - it was rimmed with a row of houses leading off into a course jungle of concrete that he had come from. The territory of stink and strange walking creatures was what he unwillingly called home and despite his hatred for the place, he knew he couldn't leave just yet. He could barely hunt, despite his efforts leaping on a wandering mouse every so often, thought he never caught anything. All he could do was dream of freedom and walk away from the prison.
Escaping the two-leg den wasn't too hard that morning, his lack of a collar with no way for his owner to track him made doing what he pleased easy, and that included wandering off. He didn't go far, only really on the outskirts of wild cat territory and partially into the neighbouring plains, where he rarely encountered other life. This surprised him, as he expected more cats without homes to be around, but he pinned it on his unwillingness to stay too long out in the open. Truth be told, he did like the open expanse of the flat fields, but encountering strangers who could possibly kill him wasn't exactly favoured. The only real bonus he got from exploration was hunting practice and building muscle mass from running, although that required more food and thus he had to return home earlier.
However, today he didn't plan on doing any real exercise, let alone heading back early. No, he was out to explore, and explore for a good while. The tabby slunk out the edge of two-leg place, padding forward slowly with his body low, ears twitching as he searched for other life. He waited a moment, making sure he was alone, before rising and trotting forward, head high and ears pricked. He resisted the urge to bound forward, reminding himself to save his energy for the rest of the day and hopefully get out further than before. He continued forward rather slowly, eyes fixated on the grass in front of him as he let his mind wander. Jee, it's kind of cold, that's a bummer. My nose is freezing. The sun better warm me up or someone's gonna get it. He chuckled and glanced around at the lack of company. Yeah, someone's definitely gonna get it. |
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Post by Wicker on Jan 28, 2016 21:27:51 GMT -6
//incredibly sorry for the late response!//
Wicker's long, dark tortoiseshell coat shifted as he bounded through the open expanse. His green pools shifted as he came to a sharp stop, his long ears pricked upwards. Banner brushing the bristly surface, the tom began to pad slower than before, seemingly following a new trail.. It wasn't like him to wander this far from his usual habitat, but something urged him forward.
His nose twitched in the leaf-bare frost, the scent he had began tracking growing stronger. It was quite obviously te sent of a pampered kittypet... His ears flattened in slight annoyance.
Though, Wicker wasn't too thrilled to meet the twoleg's pet, he decided to push forward, having nothing better to do. He shrugged, waited a moment and wondered if the kittypet had the skill to sense the large tom's prescence.
Wicker's pools suddenly caught hold of a target. A bushy Maine coon tabby whom had been strutting in the toe biting cold. The tortoiseshell shook his head as he meowed a greeting to the tom, who was only a couple fox lengths away. Wicked supposed that the tabby tom noticed him by now, but knew the possiblity that he hadn't was also relatively high.
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Post by Adagio on Jan 29, 2016 2:33:17 GMT -6
| Undo these chains, My friend I'll show you the rage I've hidden tagged |
-That's fine! I might be a little late to reply myself later because of school-
His thoughts kept him occupied, drawing his attention from the view beyond and into the void of his imagination. His mind wandered, exploring past experiences an future scenarios that would probably never happen. What would happen if he met another cat out here? Or was attacked by a lone wild cat? What if a dog grabbed him by the throat when he wasn't looking and shook him until he was ripped apart? The very thought caused a rather violent shiver to reverberate down his spine, and he emitted a low growl from the back of his throat in defiance of the bloody images circulating his head. Still disturbed by his own imagination, he didn't notice the rustle of grass behind him until a voice sounded a little way away and he practically leapt out of his skin.
His head whipped around, his body following suit a moment later. His gaze finally landed on a cat standing a small distance away, and his fur stood on end as a reflex. HIs gaze refused to adjust for a few seconds, his heart pounding in his ears so hard he almost felt dizzy, before the blur finally cleared and he could clearly see the stranger. They didn't...look dangerous; nothing like the horrendous cats he'd been told about. He sighed quietly and tried to calm his heartbeat, forcing his fur to lay flat. Jeez, way to lose your cool over nothing, bud. Good one.
Not wanting to embarrass himself more than he already had, he raised his head and peered over at the cat, noticing he was about the same size as him. Seeing another cat that matched his larger frame made him slightly worried that he wouldn't seem as intimidating as had hoped, but he pushed aside his doubts and squared his shoulders. Finally realising that the cat had greeted him, he cleared his throat and declared rather loudly, "Heya, stranger. You seem to've caught me at a bad time but don't worry, that won't happen again. I can assure you of that." His lips curled up into a sly grin, and he took a couple steps towards the stranger, who he recognised as a tom, clearing the distance between them easily. Eyes narrowed slightly, he padded in a circle around the male, keeping his tail and head high as he gave him a once-over. |
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Post by Wicker on Jan 29, 2016 16:58:25 GMT -6
Nightmares Are dreams too.... Wicker's long pelt blew gently in the leaf-bare wind. His paws were sturdy on the grounding below him as he gently gazed at the fellow tom. "All is forgiven," he chuckled lightly, his gently tone rasping in a sweet melody. He was not at all intimidated by the kittypet who decided to stalk around the tortoiseshell feline. "Ahh.. Let's not behave like a scavenge bird," he mumbled calmly, letting his bushy tail brush against the other tom and land in his way, signaling him to stop. "I'm not sure about you, but it is making me quite dizzy." Wicker was relaxed, his eyes were calm and focused on the tabby tom whom measured around the same scale as he himself did. Wicker made no obvious indication that he felt that to fight a kittypet was to kill a kit, but he gave his full effort to communicate to the other feline that he was in no place to fight. Besides, what would a kittypet do to a trained rogue who had killed before? After all, he had to live on his own for many, many moons.
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Post by Adagio on Jan 29, 2016 21:14:41 GMT -6
| Undo these chains, My friend I'll show you the rage I've hidden tagged |
-Short-
Lowering his head, he opened his mouth to draw in a quick succession of breaths, storing the scent of the tom in the back of his mind for future use. Although he probably wouldn't remember the smell too well unless it became a regular thing, as his memory wasn't the best. His gaze flickered over to the toms face when his tail lightly swept his side and landed in front of him, and he unwillingly took the hint and took a step backwards, flashing him a toothy grin as he did so. The cool attitude of the stranger had him slightly on edge, and he wondered whether it was all an act to make him feel relaxed so he could attack. The small pang of distrust kept him on his toes, although he masked it well behind a smug expression, and he remained standing in front of the tom.
"Well, now we've stopped our shenanigans, hows a bout a formal introduction?" He raised an eyebrow, still bearing a rather large grin, and flicked the toms nose with the tip of his tail. "You don't seem too dangerous, bud. You're not a wild cat, are ya'? You know, one of those brutes who claw each others throats out for sport?" He followed with a quick swipe of his paw through the air, nicking a few strands of fur on the cats cheek, before chuckling. "Nah, you're too fluffy."
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Post by Wicker on Jan 31, 2016 13:21:38 GMT -6
Nightmares are dreams too... The dark tom let a calming grin shine on his muzzle as well. He had no worry about this house pet and kept his guard down, willingly expressing he was no threat. "Wild cat.. That I am, but I am not a savage as most kittypets presume," he purred in his calm tamber. His voice rasped melodically as he chuckled at the other tom's comment on his fur's texture. "Hmm, let's not judge a book by it's cover," his eyes were bright, welcoming. He took an interest in the new face. "I am Wicker," he purred, "However, if you decide to call me by a different alias, that is fine as well." His interest grew slightly for the other tom, a small grin on his calm face. "And what shall I call you? I presume that you wouldn't like to just be known as 'the kittypet I met in the plains that one day' now would you?" he yawned in his typical flirtatious tune.
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Post by Adagio on Feb 2, 2016 2:23:05 GMT -6
| Undo these chains, My friend I'll show you the rage I've hidden tagged |
-Sorry for the semi-late reply, school just started so I'll most likely only be on once a day-
The strangers cool persona continued despite his provoking, and he felt a flicker of annoyance in his chest. His inability to force even the slightest hint of anger out of the tom wasn't something he was proud of, and he certainly took it as a challenge. He was quite willing to act on it then and there, maybe even hopefully spark a fight, but he forced himself to remain calm. Not now, buddy. We can get to that later. He met the returned grin with narrowed eyes, letting out a muffled grown and sitting down slowly while the other cat spoke. His claims came as a surprise, although he tried not to show it, instead laughing audibly and rolling his eyes. "Oh no, I meant the real wild cats; the ones that hunt in groups and the twolegs try to keep us away from. They could do a real number on you, bud. Me too, actually, and that's saying something."
Finally coming to the conclusion that this cat wasn't a danger to him, he allowed himself to sit down in front of the tom, keeping his tail hovering just above the ground and flicking back and forth. He pricked his ears slightly at the introduction, letting the name float around in his head for a moment and hopefully stick there. "Wicker, doesn't sound too housecat-like. I suppose I'll believe your story. Ya know, for now." He studied Wicker carefully while he spoke, taking in the details of his pelt and his body and head shape, searching hopefully for a notable detail to remember him by. After a moment, he simply hoped he would remember the general and locked eyes with the tom. "Oh, I think I'll call you Fluffy if that isn't a problem. Which it isn't," he added, mouth forming a snide grin.
He snorted quietly at the comment, appreciating the decent sense of humour Wicker seemed to have, and cocked his head to the side in thought. "While it is tempting, I think I'd prefer if you addressed me as 'Adagio'. Much more fitting, if you ask me." Adagio spoke the last few words slowly, forming each syllable individually and ending it off with a coy smile. He meant nothing of it, he simply looked forward to the reaction upon observing the toms slight change in tone. Experiments were always fun in his eyes.
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Post by Wicker on Feb 4, 2016 18:00:24 GMT -6
NIGHTMARES ARE DREAMS TOO... tag: --- // words: 319 // notes:  Wicker licked his whiskers slightly, as he shrugged off the tom's comment. He did know the 'real wild cats,' and he had experienced them too.. "I suppose you underestimate me, no?" he yawned cooly, his haunches lifting ever so slightly as he stretched himself. He sat back down quickly and stared at the fellow feline. "No problem at all," he snickered, his fangs glinting white as he did so. He didn't seemed annoyed at all, he found the other tom quite interesting, honestly.
"So, Adagio?" he murmured, testing the name on his tongue. It rolled nicely. "How's the life as a twoleg's pet? A house dweller," he grinned slyly, his tail tip twitching as he did so. His slightly flirtatious tone could be heard roughly in his calming tone as he spoke, "Why have you decided to roam out here," he gestured to the wilderness that surrounded the two felines, "It's certainly not safe to be alone." Wicker's tone must have been hard to read. He glanced at the tom, who was slowly easing into Wicker's presence.
Wicker dropped his canvas, allowing himself to settle into a laying position. He grunted softly as his ears swiveled, relaxed, but alert. He had an extremely high tolerance level with the tom, who now had a glossy grin across his muzzle. Wicker studied it and took a moment to think before he set his gears to a more serious demeanor. He could tell that Adagio was testing his patients, but he wouldn't let it be broken. He just grinned back, slyly, his claws sliding in and out of their sheaths to kneed at the soil gently. He narrowed his optics slightly, trying to read the tom, before purring, "You are extremely difficult to perceive, you know that, Adagio?" [/strong][/div][/div][/div][/div][/font][/strong][/div][/div][/div][/div]template by eliza @ TB & THQ |
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