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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on May 9, 2006 17:29:47 GMT -5
OOC: violent kitties! but Hauntedstar sounds cool... *evil Froggy*
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 10, 2006 14:16:54 GMT -5
I was looking forward to the pleasure
The tom's comment was directed at the departing she-cat.
Oh the irony. These cats are big, but more easily scared than the most timid fox. And I suppose it is natural for wenches to cluster asking questions. But what a waste of their time. Have they nothing better to do?
The tom's musing showed not on his handsome face. They might have showed in his eyes, but the pitch, souless pits were undistinguashable. Any emotion that passed on them could not be read, because more than anyhting, his eyes could not be seen. As the sun sank lower on the horizon, he felt his bloody instincts rising. Of course, he would never let them show, but perhaps these cats caressed death. If they did, maybe he would kill them all.
He glanced at the new she cat, black eyes burning into her. it gave the impression he was a blind, yet seeing cat. None could see his pupils or expressions, so the manner to which he swung his delicate head about gave an unable and disabled air about him. But he could see as well as any cat, maybe even better. As he watched the other seh-cat saunter up and question him, he felt that feelig rise.
It was hate. A dark loathing with the passion to kill, with the will to murder. Perhaps he would speak in his customary verse to scare her, but maybe he would not. As much as he loved mystery, he hated these other mysterious cats. Upon seeing them, he wanted them to die. All cats were treacherous traitors, but maybe that was how they were raised. Thus, he had given his only light, his son away. In hope that he would be saved from these cats treasonous ways. He sneered at this wench.
Ah. I see in the distance a cat. She is not a part of my allience, nor is she a match for me, who made genocide a science.
He sneered this verse, his cold voice venomous. Upon hearing it, one might be reminded of taking a plunge into frigid acid. It had a tensing property, that made some want to drop dead on the spot. This, combined his his haunting black, souless eyes scared more than most of cats he met away. Stupid creatures.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 10, 2006 19:46:57 GMT -5
"If you're talking about me, I know you're wrong.I am as strong as you.And you still haven't answered my question." meowed Seacross bravely.She looked into the cat's black eyes, not afraid in the least.She smiled and turned away, looking at the stars now, not letting the cat see the curious look on her face.
OOC: My great Seacross, she doesn't get it! She is afraid of nothing!! (which is not always a good thing) OOC2: Why must you have 200 words in each post with him?
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 12, 2006 14:35:05 GMT -5
[OOC] It's actually kind of annoying. If you, in real life met a cat like this, and you were a cat you would not act like it. I made him to be scary. The entire point of Hauntedstar is that though he is like the best hunter and fighter, and has many lives, he cannot love. He lives in pain and misery, scaring other cats by twitching. The cat has lived among foxes for godssake! And no one is afraid. Thats so- unrealistic it kills me. Anyhow, on wiht the post.
Oh, and I think, being the cat that he is, he deserves having long posts. That, and I pride myself for being one of the RPers on here with the overall longest posts.[/OOC]
Do you really know, crafty and stealthy wench? Or perhaps you judge a kitten before it dies? No, no, it must be your sorry kind. I shall not pin you as a dunce, for the sake of that. You might be brave, talking to me, but I see not an ounce of courage. You do not even know what courage is, suh.
The tom spoke with a short, cutting way. It was almost as if his words were razors, whistling through the air. When he did speak, his voice was not rude. It was the tone of an indignantly polite person. As he spoke, his cold, painful voice filling the air, his lips drew back from his teeth. They showed his ominously pointed white fangs. They were not large canines, but had a horribly sharp tip that looked as if it was not a virgin to murders.
As the sun continue to slink lower into the sky, he seemed to disappear more and more. His grey and black tempest like pelt slipped him into the shadows, making him seem one. Most cats, when doing this, their eyes gave them away. But his eyes were an onyx shade, hiding him more than giving him away.
The way he moved and spoke made him seem quite the cunning master of espionage. Though his face remained in a mask of a cool sneer, his movements were slinking, fox like ones. He was smaller than any other cat in the forest, but he had an eerie air about him. He cut off sentences with a single burning glance, and silenced anyone with his cold remarks.
Another point of action he seemed to pay attention too was that of seeming like a cold blooded killer. Or maybe he just was. In his opinion people had to get ever themselves, and just kill. It was not a sin, but death was bliss. The bliss the ever-evaded him, skittering away from him like a flitting ghost. Like a flitting ghost he himself so resembled.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 12, 2006 16:35:14 GMT -5
Seacross tipped her head and meowed "You're confusing, could you tell me that in a way a normal cat would understand?".She began to wash her silver pelt, which was shining in the moonlight."I've had a sad life, but I don't speak in riddles" Seacross meowed, looking rather angry, but then her face softened, "Well, maybe it helps you".
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Post by icefang on May 12, 2006 17:39:04 GMT -5
OOC: hmm don't know where my other post went, but you're right. There's not a whole whole lot I can do now, but I'll change a few things...
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Post by icefang on May 12, 2006 17:50:55 GMT -5
OOC: There we go! You probably didn't mean for me to actually modify my posts, but I did, and it's making ME feel better, so it you're feeling better, then YAY!!
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 14, 2006 12:34:55 GMT -5
[ooc]Aww! Thank you Stormy, -huggles-[/ooc]
Do mine eyes decive me? Another cat, the dreadful thought, with feelings of pity directed at me? The idea shall be shot.
Do you feel compassion for me? Why? Because your mummy died, and I am harsh you feel for me? I do not want to know the workings of you inferior mind, but not even I can sense this connection.
He spat this with all the hate he could muster, snarling like a mountain lion. As his fur bristled, his scent became stronger, and angrier. Though the moon shone upon him, it did not single out a silhoutte, but let him sink into the shadows. The only hint he was there was his haunting smell, and his flashing fangs.
She felt sorry for him. The very aspect of this made him want to retch. Why would she? The wench. She probably thought he felt sorry for her in return. He didn't. He wished she might go and live a long, cursed life, as the one he was leading. No, he would never wish another cat's death, for that was the blessed gift he could not find.
It reminded him of when his sis- No. Those unbidden thoughts were foughtt down with the hate he felt for others. Those traitours. He could only hope his son would not grow up like that cat he appeared to be. A fox had once told him he was wasted as a cat. He had the courage of a fox, and the heart and mind to match the fox had siad.
You don't know what courage is, do you?
His taunts were hatred laced with malice. If she ran he would have no qualms.
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Post by icefang on May 14, 2006 13:07:53 GMT -5
OOC: You're welcome! *huggles back* and I like the little [OOC][/OOC] thing! But now I'm here for no reason so *flies away again*
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 14, 2006 17:10:59 GMT -5
"Courage? I know what it is" meowed Seacross, watching the ghost cat.This is intresting.I know he wants me to leave, but I think I'll stay for a while "Could you tell me your name?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
OOC: Seacross, RUN!!!!! Don't you get it, you're supposed to RUN!!!!
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 14, 2006 23:26:20 GMT -5
Courage, my dunce like margin tworads an aquaintance, is going for somthign when you know you're beat. Ones that do so rarely suceed, but I have. Going fro somthgin when you've already lost the battle.
He spoke as if she were a stupid cat. And he thought so. Not that he knew he any better than well, any cat alive. He just hated her on principal. As she asked his name, somthgin in him changed. His laid back hatred flared a little, but he showed no emotions. He fought for a silent moment, letting an icy chill com over their convorsation. If you could call it that.
I have no name to intrest you.
His hackles were raised, but as the sun disappeared he began to disappear from sight. But his scent of fox, blood, and vanilla remaind, haunitng everyone in the vicinity with the knowlegde of his presence.
[ooc] I am really tired, and its midnight, so this is a bad post. Really sorry, Seasle.[/ooc]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 15, 2006 18:53:57 GMT -5
OOC: So he left?
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 16, 2006 19:47:43 GMT -5
[NO! I like RPING. He's just being a meany.]
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 16, 2006 19:48:41 GMT -5
[Oh! He's not disappearing like, actually hes just beginging to blend in with the surroundings more and more. He is still there though. He'll mak a dramatic exit, dun worry. But in a bit.]
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Post by icefang on May 16, 2006 19:59:50 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, butting in again, but why does he smell like vanilla?
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