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Post by Hatchey on Jun 5, 2007 9:55:30 GMT -5
nocturne took the chance and started walkk off.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 5, 2007 12:17:38 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell tom turned to the dark furred feline that approached him quite casually. You ask a lot of questions, and this wound is nothing compared to the one I could inflict on you! He growled, unsatisfied that Nocturne had slipped through his grasp. Phobia stared at the rogue leave, ripping the ground with black claws.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 5, 2007 16:14:12 GMT -5
The black tom narrowed his eyes slightly. This feline was violent, he couldn't seem to control his rage at all – or maybe he didn't want to. Shadow responded in a subdued tone, his poise as calm and careless as always. "You don't answer enough. And in theory, you could hurt me more then that – if I for some reason decided not to struggle. But you're not in luck; I don't feel like being a cripple today." His voice was sarcastic now, a biting tongue, but his eyes showed the cool inner peace that he had mastered. Shadow was not a cat who was at war with himself. He was always sure of his own decisions and never punished himself for mistakes. A carefree rogue, if a dark one. He wasn't stupid though: claws slid silently out of their sheaths, muscles tensed slightly in preparation for a battle. Shadow's tail was still at a relaxed, almost friendly position. He didn't make enemies for fun, he was just easily made an enemy.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 5, 2007 17:56:29 GMT -5
The large tom began to laugh, a twisted laugh that probably fell on deaf ears. Well, quite the witty one aren't you? He meowed hungrily, an satisfied hunger that was rooted in his mind, one that could not be filled. Phobia wasn't one to take a tongue lashing from such cats such as the one in front of him. He wasn't one of those hired assassians, he killed for satisfaction and had no mercy whatsoever. He didn't have friends or family, and refused form alliances with others most of the time. However, if there was an oppurtunity that was good enough for him he might just snatch it, although it was highly unlikely that he of all cats would stick to the rules, and he wouldn't stay for long anyhow.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 5, 2007 20:15:51 GMT -5
"You know, I've known a few cats like you... though with slightly more sanity. There's Shimmer a few territories down... Some others, too. They kill for the beauty of the chase, the adrenaline of the fight, and the satisfaction of the final blow. They are ruled by their desires, and have almost no will of there own, though they don't see it that way. But as soon as they kill one, they desire another... and another... and more until they get themselves in a situation where they somehow just can't make that kill. And that is how their life ends. I find it sort of sad, really. I know the feeling, the hunger for blood, but I am not ruled by it, nor to I choose random victims, whoever happens to be in my territory at any given moment. I find it kind of sad, really, pathetic that you let your cravings run your lives. But the choice was yours – not anymore, you're way past choice now – and you went the stupid direction, the easy one. And you know, I have no respect for that, really. If feel sorry for you."
Shadow never thought ahead. He did what he wanted to do, and, in this case, said what he wanted to say. He didn't realize that making this loner mad would only make him all the more dangerous, and that Shadow could possibly be digging himself into a pit here, deeper and deeper, not thinking about getting out, only about the fun of digging.
OOC: Shadow's stupid in a really smart way... And Phobia can win if you want, as long as Shadow isn't too hurt. After all, you let me take two lives off your leader...
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 5, 2007 21:26:26 GMT -5
+OOC+ He’s digging his own grave. x3 LOL. OHHH, and keep in mind that Phobia is sort of a cannibal. 0.0
Pity me if you want. I’m sorry but your arrogance is beyond compare, you think you’re better then all the others. You’re so calm and collected, you suspect everyone to take rage at this self-revolving personality of yours. The tom retorted, grinning wryly. Phobia chuckled at the loner’s speech, thinking about how this loner was some sort of preecher. The thought was replaced with an image of the dark cat’s throat being torn apart.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 5, 2007 21:31:21 GMT -5
Shadow laughed. "No, to say the truth I just like to talk." It was sort of a strange thing to say, half insulting himself and half defending himself. He wasn't worried, he was fast enough to run from a cat who had an injured leg, anyway. It didn't really matter if Phobia won. Who cared, anyway? Life is short, so why not have fun? Shadow didn't have to win to have fun. He just had to be his own, arrogant self, and he was happy. OOC: Eww...
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 5, 2007 21:45:53 GMT -5
Phobia sighed, this cat was to self-centered to care what others did or thought. Well, I guess we should talk then… He pondered. It seems as though you’ve had a rough past, because under all that collectiveness your edgy and afraid, do you deny? He inquired, trying to hit the mark. The tortoiseshell tom needed a little background before he mauled the heck out of this cat, it was what he did with “difficult” cats.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 5, 2007 21:50:37 GMT -5
"Difficult past? Whatever happened then, stays then. Don't try to make me collapse crying. It won't work." Shadow didn't live in the past or the future. Now was now. It was hard to get to a cat like that emotionally. He didn't really care about his parents' death any more. He had killed the culprit and her relatives and was satisfied. Nothing really bugged him the way some cats were bugged by memories or fears; Shadow was a very solid cat.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 5, 2007 22:02:32 GMT -5
+OOC+ Dawnstorm would freak out if she met Phobia.
Well you’re no fun… Phobia replied in his mind. The amber eyed loner sighed again, the killing desire was steadily fading for this cat, and he wasn’t enertained at all. His tail flicked unitrestedly, and his ears flciked as if he was trying to get a fly off them. Are you a part of any alliance...? He asked plainly, gazing at his chewed up forearm. He would need to chew up the other if the night continued this way, beause nothing seemed to phase this cat.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 5, 2007 22:11:37 GMT -5
OOC: You got that right!
"For a while, but I don't know if I'll join the next battle. Depends how I'm feeling. I don't really believe in being ordered about... So I mostly live alone. You?" Shadow knew the answer, but he asked purely to annoy the other. He watched Phobia with a look half of indifference half of interest, wondering what the crazy cat would do next. Shadow let himself yawn, a gaping show of boredom.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 6, 2007 11:19:53 GMT -5
Phobia listened to his words with little intrest, am I forming an aquantaince? He thought, but knew this cat nor him didn’t want any kind of friendship. He looked up at Shadow with his amber hued pools and replied, Nah, I wouldn’t join an alliance, to many orders… He gaped his mouth open to release a yawn that had been tugging at his throat for some time.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 6, 2007 15:25:03 GMT -5
Shadow's voice turned sarcastic once more. "So, decided against trying to kill me?" His tone was teasing, but in a harmless way. It was almost as if he were taunting a friend, although this cat was still not trusted or liked by the black tom.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 6, 2007 17:39:49 GMT -5
Phobia's intrest peaked once more and his untrustful smirk returned. You won't collapse like past cats I've killed. It's depressing, for me. He replied, flicking his tail. The tom new he couldn't battle in this condition, besides, he had plenty of legs to chew up. It wasn't going to be worth a few severe wounds.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 6, 2007 19:26:23 GMT -5
"I do apologize for causing you any sadness... Well, actually, if breaking down it sobbing wails is what it takes to make you happy, I guess I'm not so sorry. So, I haven't seen you around. For the sake of the conversation that I'm not even sure why we're having, why did you come here?" Shadow seemed almost amiable, in a sort of careless way. He wasn't afraid. Shadow was never afraid. He could be fighting three cats and very injured, but he wouldn't be scared. He would run away, but not out of fear. It would be simply acknowledging that he had lost. So his face was currently an odd combination of bored and that I'm-about-to-annoy-you expression that he tended to get without realizing it.
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