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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 8, 2006 21:43:25 GMT -5
The wind slid through the chilly woods. They mist had sunk low over the omniscent tree's, laying a blanket over the eeire land. It masked sounds, and sillhouettes, enticing shadows and wriaths to come out to play. It was twilight, with the sliver of moon haning hesitatnly in the sky, as if it too felt the intense haunting setting that swooped over the place. It was a starless, dark night. The sky was like black velvet choking out the rest of the universe.
A cats shadows slunk thorugh the trees. It had a confident, codl step. The aura around the tom was evil, riddled with elegance. He was a small tom wiht a slim build. But he was built like a warrior. His form was slender legs and a tapering tail, with powerful muscles that could only be seen on closer inspection.
The toms pelt was like a waiting tempest. It was a sleek coat, the color grey, laced with black and every color from downy grey to deep, pitch black. It hung from his form, giving him the look of a murderer, in the richest of buisnesses. In the dark, the black streaks resembled blood, and he was none more than a shaodw, slipping thorugh the forest.
Usually, the best way to spot another cat, would be looking at its eyes. But this cats eyes were a deep, black. It gave his face the look of having two souless pits, rather than eyes. His pupils were undistinuashable from his eyes, so it looked as if black blood, or nothing at all was there.
Said wind traced his outline softly, dragging off of him an intoxicating scent. It was vanilla, riddled wiht blood and fox. He had the esscence of a fox, in every step, and the blood and vanilla added to his enigmatic likeness. [/color]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 8, 2006 21:51:33 GMT -5
Cloverpaw's curled ears, of coarse, were laid back on her head. As they always were. The encounter with Omen not to long ago had angered the seven moon old apprentice.
She trailed through the forest, expecting to find something, or someone. Despite her moodyness she could manage with those who could manage with her.
Than when she least was prepared, she spotted an almost huanting cat.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 8, 2006 21:58:54 GMT -5
The tom slowly turned his head. He looked her in the eye with his gaunt ones, that couldn't be seen. His lip lifted slightly in a curled sneer, but for the most part his ghostly face remained blank. He turned away from her, but sat, knowing she would appraoch him.
He yawned slighty, and his sharp, wickedly curved and sharp teeth were flashed. The faint breeze trailed the scent from his deep fur in wisps, drawing the eerie scent tworads the she-cat. He had lost hope with these cats, as the ones he had met had no sense of when they were uwnanted.
Not that Hauntedstar had ever been one for blatant shows of feeling. He tneded to serve otehrs with his biting sarcasm or his ice cold silences. He stared infront of his body, and let his ears and ucles relax as if she didnt matter. But he was paying attention to her wareabouts. [/font]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 8, 2006 22:04:58 GMT -5
Cloverpaw slowly walked towards the cat. She got a whiff of his smell, it was scary but she continued on. She got a good look at the cat, about two tail-lengths away. What she thought and meowed said all what she thought about the ghostly cat.
"Beautiful."
(xD I am wierd...)
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 8, 2006 22:11:39 GMT -5
The tom shfited slightly as the thin moon lit up the clearing slighlty. It cast dangerous sahdwos across his fine face, making him look more intimidating than a moment before. He felt the she cat near him, admiring her guts. But hating her. She was a feline, ergo he hated her.
I don't beleive my incredible powers of attraction are the topic at hand.
He had a cold, silky voice. It was a worn rasping that slid through the air like thin blades, laced with cutting sarcasm, and spiked with slight hate. He turend to her slowly, his pitch colored eyes looking at her coldly. He looked like a wraith.
He might have beent eh oxymoronic epitome of deaht. With his dark colors, lifeless eyes, haunting scent, and dangerous demanor. Even the soft tone of his voice wanred cats not to come closer. His lip, still slightly curled revealed his sinfully sharp teeth. They were the only pale color on his entire, dark body and they're wickd points generally drew attention.
He was a small cat, but with his hazardoues, elegant presence he seemed large. He was one of those cats born with deadly reflexes, and natural grace. Every movement was smooth and practiced, and he managed to interwave hate and danger in every movement of his lithe body. [/font]
[ooc]Bleh post, sorry.[/ooc]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 8, 2006 22:21:30 GMT -5
"I am truthfully sorry." Cloverpaw meowed to the tom. She.. Did she sence hate, was that mixed with his unusual scent? She did not understand. This tom was so beautiful, and yet horrifying at the same time. For Cloverpaw this didn't please her.
"Do you hate me?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 8, 2006 22:35:17 GMT -5
He gave her a long look with his dark, endless eyes. They merely burned into her, a void of feeling. He paused, letting the stony silence sit for a moment. The heavy fog gave the enitre scene a haunted look and feel, one that he did not hate nor care for.
Hate is a strong word.
He said carefully. He was neither saying he hated her or liked her. But his cold tone was indifference infused wiht dislike. It may not have been pinned at her exactly, but for life in general.
He turned his face into the shadows, then turend it bakc to her slowly.
[ooc]Its getting late... my posting becomes worse and worse... sorry ><[/ooc]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 8, 2006 22:46:09 GMT -5
"I agree." Cloverpaw meowed. This cat was awful strange. But she couldn't help.. uh.. Well she couldn't help asking questions.
"Who are you? And to whom it may concern I would like to know."
(I know how you feel cookie. I 'ish so tired, and my posts are so crummy)
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 10, 2006 0:27:12 GMT -5
The tom mused silently. He had yet to tell anyone anyhtign. But that had never stopped him. Enigmas were good, but he wanted to be feared. Feared and known.
I am Hauntedstar.
He turned to fully face her finnally. The light angeling cast long shadows along his finely sturctured face. The shadowy pelt only enhanced this look, making it almost appeare as if he werent there at all. His black eyes were souless ponds of black, empty of all feeling.
His elegantly rapsing voice matched his scent. Both were elgant and hauntingly eerie. He marked the likness of a fox. Cunning, sly, and suave.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 10, 2006 0:36:07 GMT -5
Cloverpaw's fur barely stood up. "Love the name. You don't look very normal, you just have something about you." she meowed looking into his eyes. Pitch black, she had never thought of seeing it. They almost sent her into a trance, but she shook it off.
(Kinda krappy, im a watchin Fear Factor.)
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 10, 2006 23:27:31 GMT -5
It is but a name.
He said, his voice cryptic and dismissive. He looked at her coldly with his wicked, almsot invisible eyes. As the mist came through thick, ith the poor lighting of the moonless night, he looked oddly harsh and like a shaodw. He seemed half from the shadow world half from reality, liek his eyes were the portals. The seemed to hypnotize, and it was virutally impossible to tell what he was thinking and where he was looking.
He the wind picked up slightly, it brushed his fur against his small frame. He seemed such a small cat, in comparison wiht the air of imporatnace and size he carried. He had the shady character of a murder and theif, but the elegance of a manipulative aristocrat.[/color]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 10, 2006 23:32:18 GMT -5
"You're different from most cats, its almost like you arn't one." Cloverpaw meowed daringly. She wasn't sure if he was a cat or not. She had heard of many cats of the past, there were seemingly none that had this cat's uniqueness.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 11, 2006 21:43:16 GMT -5
He gave her a long look. After a biting slience, with this black eyes booring into her general direction, he finally spoke.
I am not other cats,
He responded finally. His voice was cold and uncaring. But the way he dirlled his eyes into her, in a way that made most cats just tell him their life stories with no verbla encouragment from him at all.
He shifted, dark pelt moving wiht him as he contempaleted her with hate. He seemed to be an enigma, or a fox. But not your average cat. To say in the least.
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[ooc]UNderstand I'm on sleep drugs to dull the pain. My mind ain't too coherent at the 'mo.[/ooc]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 12, 2006 18:11:08 GMT -5
OOC: Not fair!! He won't tell Seacross his name.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 20:41:30 GMT -5
[ooc]Lol. Thats cause Seacross drives him crazy.[/ooc]
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