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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 9, 2007 21:24:00 GMT -5
The bare trees stretched overhead, cold moonlight casting shadows left and right, making the silent night even eerier. Matted, tortoiseshell fur moved through the inky darkness, cruel amber pools glittering as the tomcat padded further into unknown land. It wasn’t really unknown though; as Phobia could pick up a trace of the cat’s scent he was seeking. The sound of traveling water made him look up as he gazed at a small brook that trickled by. He could tell just by looking at it that the liquid was icy cold. He pushed forward anyway, wading into the water and crossing to the other side. His wet fur dripped onto the grass as flicked his tail and the breeze that blew by made him even colder. Phobia could’ve cared less about a sudden drop in body heat, as he was only interested in finding the feline that prowled these lands. The loner looked from side to side before continuing his journey, getting all the more bored with the task at hand. Dumb punk hiding out in his own territory... He growled, snorting in distaste. If I can’t find him than I’ll make him come out, The tom meowed to himself. He stretched out a forearm and sunk his discolored fangs into his own flesh. He felt a warm, salty tang hit his mouth and removed his teeth. Blood trickled from his self-inflicted bite and he smirked. Hope that punk can smell.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 10, 2007 20:32:20 GMT -5
Shadow had spent the day roaming pointlessly through loner lands with nothing to do at all. He didn't ever get bored exactly, but he had a bit of a craving for something fun. He'd slept beneath a huge willow tree that towered over a trickling stream. The proportions had amused him, and he couldn't smell any strong markings on the land nearby. Waking up, he'd wandered back to his own expanses. As he entered his territory, his hopes weren't high. There was never anyone exciting on his land - he had his land well marked and defended it often enough. It was good, he supposed, but a little boring. Why did he always have to move the the fun? But suddenly a strong scent hit him hard with a change in the wind. He breathed in deeply, taking in all the clues in the stench - blood, fresh, tomcat, loner, unkempt, and there was a very recognizable aspect to the smell. Only one cat... Phobia. Shadow followed the scent easily; the cat was just a little to unstable to hide his scent.
"Phobia," Shadow called out, his tone wary but not antagonistic. He had nothing against the intruder but knew better than to trust any cat who ate other felines.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 12, 2007 12:42:09 GMT -5
The wounded loner looked straight into those black, soulless eyes of his greeter with his own amber gaze. His whiskers twitched excitedly. Ah, Shadow, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. He meowed; tail flickering from side to side. Phobia had been completely bored out of his mind earlier, roaming about the other territories and not even having the muse to kill a small she-cat who had so rudely ran into him. Now a sudden adrenaline poured through his veins, an impulsive thirst glazing over his eyes as he smiled. You seem well. He drawled, ebony talons scraping the dirt below him.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 13, 2007 20:27:09 GMT -5
"Nothing can ail me," Shadow said, the smile that was alluding his face apparent in his just barely mocking tone. He wasn't afraid of Phobia, but was well aware how dangerously much his tone had sounded like a challenge. Too late to take back the stupid mistake, he went with it. His orbs took in the way the other's claws made ridges in the dry ground - was Phobia anxious to do something? Shadow didn't try to guess; what would happen would happen. Instead he noted everything from the way the welcome intruder's tail moved to the thirst in his eyes. He didn't ask the obvious question - why are you here? would make sense with any other cat but Phobia probably came on impulse, simply because he wanted to and had nothing else to entertain him.
OOC: I love RPing Shadow when Phobia's around... <33
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 13, 2007 22:33:08 GMT -5
Ooc: Does his attitude change or somethin'?
The large tom chuckled a bit before grinning widely once more. I thought you’d say something like that. Phobia growled in reply. He continued to repeatedly score the ground with his claws, the incisions becoming deeper and more dirt getting trapped in the nooks of his talons. He tilted his head, his smile suddenly fading as he cracked his neck and sighed. The tortoiseshell-furred loner furrowed his brows that smirk creasing his jaws once more. I don’t mean to intrude on your territory, he began casually and relaxed a bit, shaking his skull. No, scratch that. I do mean to intrude and I hope you aren’t to incredibly irritated with me. He said, disheveled fur ruffling in a slight breeze.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 20, 2007 20:05:23 GMT -5
"As long as we're being honest with each other," Shadow said, his voice hiding laughter at Phobia's joke. He continued, tones still light - "I don't particularly mind." And he really didn't - the trespasser had come as a pleasant surprise, something to break up those long hours of doing what Shadow did best - having no where to be. Clan life would be terrible for such a cat, one who made a point of never letting anyone expect him anywhere. If someone told him to go to a certain place at a certain time, Shadow was very constant in not going. But sometimes this free will had its downsides; boredom was the one Shadow despised the most. It would sneak up on him as he enjoyed being lazy in the sun or roaming for the sake of roaming on another's land. Grabbing up his ability to like a slow day, the restless want of something to do would kick in. He'd been suffering from such an annoyance for nearly a quarter moon, and was very happy for the distraction. Perhaps this encounter would cure him of the only thing that got him frustrated.
Shadow's eyes remained cold and black, staring with a careless kind of welcome at Phobia. He recalled the last interaction the two had had; it'd started with a bit of a fight, but quickly dissolved as both realized that they weren't able to annoy the other in the slightest. The two cats, both purely loners with no friends or want for them, had become strange companions, the most unlikely kind of mutual respect. Shadow was impressed by Phobia's madness which, while somehow staying complete, was mixed with perfect sanity. The huge black tom didn't know what Phobia saw in Shadow except perhaps that I don't care attitude that never left him. There wasn't any point in dissecting the truce, however, because careful analysis could reveal fragile points and break everything.
OOC: He basically writes himself - I don't have to think about making sure he's carefree enough or anything like when I'm RPing him with other cats.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 2, 2008 21:28:24 GMT -5
As it would seem. Phobia growled. His amber hues glittered as he lifted his head, moonlight flooding over his face. He liked the relaxed approach of this black-pelted outsider; it was so different from the normal reactions he’d get from cats. The paralyzed fear, the burning anger, both were great responses he’d got time and time again, but... That cool look that seemed to peer into the very core of his soul was absolutely addicting, it made him feel wonderful to have a cat have such a neutral expression, so lovely to have one be so unaffected by the scorching insanity that licked every hair on his pelt. The tom caressed his chops with a rough tongue. I hope you weren’t expecting me to just come here to say hello. He continued on, shifting till he was in a threatening stance.
OOC: Glad Phobia could help. =>
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 6, 2008 17:49:55 GMT -5
"I wasn't expecting you to come in here at all," Shadow pointed out, a smile starting in his otherwise blank orbs. He could only imagine how most cats would feel to be conversing with such a bloody tortoiseshell, but he himself was as calm as always. Nothing had gotten Shadow upset in many, many moons. And there was no reason not to keep it that way. He watched Phobia switch to an aggressive position, and readied himself in case the maniacal feline attacked. There was no physical preparation at all; the pure black tom just made sure all of him realized the possibility of a coming fight. But why start it? Phobia would if he wanted to, and if not, well, there were only a few cats Shadow actually enjoyed talking to, and Phobia, for some reason, was one of them.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 6, 2008 18:21:00 GMT -5
That kind of hurt. Phobia sneered with over-killed sarcasm as that grin he wore threatened to take over his face. The tortoiseshell shifted forward, paws sliding over the dirt. He didn’t want to fight Shadow for the pleasure of getting to wound or maybe even murder him, but for the sheer rush of testing out this black loner’s skills, since he appeared to be so stable. Now, don’t hate me if I accidentally slit that neck of yours. His voice curled manically and a sort of high-pitched giggle followed. One such laugh that would make your spine tingle. The massive tom suddenly rushed forward, his huge frame barreling towards his “friend”, amber eyes shimmering with some kind of bloodlust.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 6, 2008 20:51:11 GMT -5
"I'm not too worried about that." Shadow finally let himself smile as Phobia ran towards him, yellow eyes greedy for blood. As the tom rushed forward, Shadow let his claws slide out. This was, in some ways, a play fight - there was no real argument between the two giant toms - but in the dangers of the battle, it was no game. Shadow used his powerful hind legs to propel himself forward, his head low and his ebony pools focused. As he moved, strangely agile for such a large feline, he leaned to his left side, raising his right forepaw and slicing in through the air. He wasn't fighting for his life; he never put something so precious at stake. His razor claws were almost fully extended, but not quite. Shadow had no desire to hurt Phobia, but was not going to let the other tom hurt him. So he kept his talons just a little in, ready to rake their points against the opponent's muzzle. Perhaps Shadow would give Phobia a scar to remember him by.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 13, 2008 21:47:57 GMT -5
The bulky tom didn’t so much as cringe as sharp, pointed talons scored his muzzle. Blood flashed in his vision and he skid past Shadow, smirking again as he wildly dove in for another try, unsheathed claws extended towards the loner’s flanks. He had every intention of killing his so called playmate, but that’s how he was. If you started a fight you have to at least keep fighting till you can’t move a single muscle. And with Phobia, if he could still breath, he would keep fighting. If he was completely blind or deaf, he would keep on slicing and shredding till he defeated his opponent. Though a part him didn’t want to murder Shadow; that part him, the most sane part, just wanted to push him around until he gave up. In the end, if that were the case, he would probably let him go without killing him. But right now, the tortoiseshell was focused on blowing out the candle he had lit.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 16, 2008 21:36:16 GMT -5
Shadow moved back nimbly, but he was to large to be quick enough. The razors, deadly points extending from Phobia's paws, sliced through his side, breaking skin. The wound would certainly bleed, and the giant black tom took the information into his mental storage. The slashes would let out the red liquid that he needed for life, and his strength would eventually dwindle. The pain didn't bother him, although he knew it hurt terribly. The strange disconnect that was hidden in Shadow, the wall between feeling and caring, played its part. It was most useful in fights when he could tell that his injury was searing but knew also that it was just a message, and that if he allowed it to stay it would leave quicker.
Shadow also knew well enough that it wouldn't be smart to play up defense too much. Phobia was the kind of cat better at attacking than keeping blows from hitting him, or so in seamed. So the darker cat, his ebony eyes glinting with playfulness and at the same time caution, swung his paw, claws glinting with the only visible white on him, at his opponent's chest and shoulder. He didn't aim too carefully, focusing on catching something more than what he caught. He could see the deadly evil in the insane cat's orbs and knew that giving up or trying to stop the battle was suicidal to say the least. And there was no way Shadow, who had kept himself alive for so long, was going to give up his precious heartbeat now.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 16, 2008 22:47:28 GMT -5
He felt claws slice through his fur and skin, vivid red fluid slipping out of the newly aquired wound where his neck and shoulder met. Phobia didn't want to dodge, dodging slowed you down. While most cats in quarrel basically took turns hitting then dodging each other, he didn't play like that; he let his enemys hit him so he could have an opening. What you would expect a skilled fighter to do would be to dodge such a blow, but if you weren't to avoid the hit you could easily trick the other feline and find an opening. He then parted his toothy grin, large canines aimed for the loner's black shoulder, attempting to sink his teeth into another's flesh.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 18, 2008 22:20:52 GMT -5
Shadow saw how Phobia used the attack and learned from the clever and successful idea. The little trick of not getting out of the blow's way had worked well - Shadow was still unbalanced from attacking when the tortoiseshell's teeth sliced towards his shoulder. He was well aware that pulling back would just give the other more of an advantage, and instead moved so that he could get at his opponent's neck. As fangs pierced the skin of his upper foreleg, he was attempting to get his own canines into Phobia's throat.
OOC: where should we take the fight from here?
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 6, 2008 19:49:37 GMT -5
Sharp fangs pierced skin, scissoring their way into his neck, latching onto that vital area. He masked the pain efficiently and tore free of the loner’s mouth, a generous amount of blood running from the punctured area. He chuckled lowly, pupils shrunk and amber eyes wide with excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins like an inferno. Phobia took a moment to collect himself before rushing towards Shadow once more; he wasn’t about to let up because of one little bite to the throat.
OOC: Well since this is a “play fight” - in a way - I say they both just get horribly injured and then we can see what happens from there.
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