In a Dungeon (Open Caedis rp)

herp derp I'll respond even though this is from a few days ago. ^^; Sorry if I make up a bit and it doesn't align with what happened canonically, I wasn't actually there for Margay getting infected so just ignore any parts that don't match up.


Sitting in the warm firelight, a bright amber gaze kept intent watch over the exotic cat held within one of Caedis' many cages. Kaine's full attention was focused on the cat, ears perked and grin alighting his muzzle. The gleam of the fire off of the Brute's deadly jaws gave the grin a less then sane appearance.

He had been waiting many hours now for the prisoner to die. He had been practically shivering with joy during the first stages of the female's infection, to watch her writhe in the pain of the virus taking hold. He had then sat vigil many hours, waiting for the odd feline's breath to still and body to go cold.

Alas, Kaine's hopes were dashed as the female managed to survive the beginning stages of the plague, slowly regaining consciousness. She even foolishly attempted escape from her imprisonment, getting a quick rebuttal from her guards. He had almost dashed forward to get a better look at the blood that had leaked from the creature's nose, but was forced to control himself after receiving a knowing glare from the guard.

And so the long-limbed male continued to wait. He could be patient. Death could be a slow thing, and sometimes it could be the most fun. To watch a creature slowly deteriorate, before simply fading away like dust in the wind.

As the cat (Margret or something?) flopped back down on the ground, the guard nearby took a look at her before padding away. Perhaps a shift change? Either way, the dark backed Brute took his chance. Hastening over to the bone cage in which the cat was imprisoned, Kaine lay down in front of it, grinning face peering at the drooling cat within.

"Hey hey, you gonna die 'er what? If ya' are, try ta do it soon, yeah?" He called out to the cat, sounding more like he was asking for a friendly favor than asking someone to die quicker. The Brute pawed at the cage wall in a needy, child-like manner. His unwavering grin, however, was a visible display of the psychosis that characterized the Caedis Tribe.



Ugh, that wasn't the best, sorry. Been trying to get back into the RPing groove. ^^;

Kaine "hm"ed aloud, head tilting slightly. "I'zat so?" He questioned with his trade-mark grin, leaning his face close to the bars, but well out of striking distance. "Ya feelin tha hunger, yeah? Clawin at yur tummy." The blonde giggled madly, listing to the side as he did so.

Regaining composure with shocking swiftness, the brute's amber gaze shone as he stared directly into the jungle-cat's half-crazed eyes. He seemed almost sane and serious as he spoke lowly to the newly infected prisoner. "I 'erd 'bout'ya. Lettin others die for ya; comin here on the promise of trickin other non-plague so we could catch 'em easy."

The tall male could almost be taken as calculated and intelligent from his tone, his tail sweeping slowly behind him and his grin much more toned down. "Death follows ya." He spoke, leaning in even closer, voice barely above a whisper.

Without any other warning, the brute shoved his left paw through the bars, into the cage. "Go on, then. Take ma blood. Live, for jus' a little longer. Keep bringin death afta' ya. I wanna be there ta see every moment of it." The wolf's temporarily sane appearance was gone in an instant, grin fully crazed and reaching the farthest corners of his lips.

Not taking his eyes of the cat, Kaine continued. "Try an take any more than blood though, an I'll be just as happy ta see your dead body instead." He seemed almost excited by the prospect, and would enjoy tearing into the cat should she try and take more than what was offered. Not that it would make too big of a difference, he was an extraordinary fast healer.

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Here, have some Kaine. He will go after her though if she tries to do any lasting damage. XD Feel free to leave a scar, but no broken bones or permanent damage please. ^^ Kaine just figures that if she's stubborn enough to stay alive, than he can appreciate her as being a valuable source of dead and mangled bodies. <3

The Brute's only reaction to the attack was a twitch of his tail, grin keeping intact without the barest of twitches. She was crazed as she went for the proffered paw, screeching mindlessly.

Kaine let her take hold of his flesh, allowed her to bite down as his blood began to seep from the wound. But, much larger than the cat and in a stable position, he would hold his paw firm, not allowing her to twist or tug it. Simply bite and gnaw like a pup with it's first taste of meat.

He could see as well as feel as she brought her claws up as well to grapple around his paw, small amounts of his fur and flesh being torn from the abused appendage. When he felt that there was enough of his blood on her face and on the floor for her to consume, the dark-furred wolf tugged his paw back with a sudden and forceful jerk.

If she continued her hold as he retracted his paw, he would simply attempt to slam the cat's head with jarring force against the bars of her prison. If all went well, it would be enough to make her let go long enough to fully take back his paw. If not, she would be close enough to where he could take hold of the back of her neck through the bars. Not that he would entirely mind if it came to that, the sight of blood, even if it was his own, was exciting him greatly.

Should the blonde succeed in retrieving his paw, having fed the feral feline a good bit of blood and even some small snippets of meat, Kaine would bring his injured paw up to his face for examination. "Fascinatin..." He would utter lowly, staring at the bloody fore with child-like awe.

The Brute would then focus his amber gaze back at the feline, absentmindedly licking his paw clean as he watched to see what she would do next. "So then, what's yur name, kitty cat? Be nice ta know who I be sharin ma blood with. Not that it really matters, so long as ya keep bringing in the dead." He interupted himself with a fit of giggles, listing from side to side as he did so. "Ma name's Kaine. Though, yur pro'lly too brain dead to understan' me now." The Brute finished in his odd, slur-like accent.

"It's Kaine, dearie." The Brute repeated, succumbing to another fit of giggles. "Knew you were too of ya rocker to rememba'." Settling down once again, the long-limbed male shifted himself into a more comfortable position. It had been a while since the previous guard had left; perhaps whoever was supposed to replace them had seen him in front of the cage and figured he was taking a turn guarding the newly infected? Either way, it was rather convenient. It was quite boring around camp if there wasn't anyone to kill or no new dead for him to inspect.

"Ya don' rememba nuthin then, huh? Not a thing?" Kaine questioned Margay, grin still ever present but much more light and casual. Those new to the plague suffered unpredictable side-effects, though many regained more of themselves after a few days. Not that it did anything to counteract the overall decline in mental state after becoming infected though.

Talking to the cat might help her get a little bit of her mind back, or at least stabilize her enough where she could possibly become a full member of the Tribe. Or she could just turn out to be one of the useless, brainless, babblers. In that case, she would only be fit to be used as cruel amusement, a simple toy to be torn apart.

He hoped it was the former. Though Kaine could take great joy in tearing something apart, it could often be more fun to be the observer, watching as others killed and then later going to inspect the carnage. And so far as he had heard, this cat could prove useful in providing him such displays, should she regain enough mental stability to follow orders and go on Hunts.

Only time would tell. And so far, the cat wasn't too shabby as far as conversation partners went. Not that he was much of a conversationalist himself. Interacting with Margay was... amusing to say the least. And his own laid-back personality assured that there would be not hurt feelings on his side, as he lacked the emotional capacity to feel hurt at another being's words.

The exhilarating sight and taste of his own blood was also an added bonus.

Lol, I wonder when/if we should move this RP in-game. XD

Kaine patiently waited, listening as the cat tried to recollect those she had met. Completely ignoring or simply not noticing her derailment of the conversation as she rambled on about the word "odd", the Brute's tail wagged, barking out gleeful laughter as he pinpointed those she spoke about.

"Yup yup, Viceroy Kiseki smells real funny! He tha one that brought ya here, to da Chasm. Sire Vantas has always been pretty clear ta me, I kill who he tells ma to and hurt who tells ma to and stuff. No clue who that Keta is, dun think we got anyone in the Tribe with that name. Le'see here..." He skipped over the one that she had given the least amount of detail for, he had no clue why some girl would make her sad. Instead, the blonde tried to remember why the name Fawn seemed so familiar... It was right there, but who...

"Aha! Fawn! I remember tha' chick! She was a prisoner, but Sire really didn' like 'er at all, no way." The male giggled as he recalled the memories of the night. "Mhm, we all gotsta torture 'er a bit, she sure pissed off Sire somehow. I think he was askin sumthin 'bout some bottle 'er vile 'er sumthin. He wanted to... know what some bottle thingy was. Wasn't listen too close though, naw, I got somethin better! I got 'er tail, I did! Tore it right off, nice and clean like." The Brute's grin was wide, gaze slightly upwards at the pleasant memories. "It was suuuper soft and real nice, so I gave it to my Marquess."

Kaine seemed to deflate a bit, gaze returning to the cat as his grin grew more tame. "Not sure what happened to 'er though. I didn't get ta see 'er corpse, so I suppose she pro'lly escaped." The Brute informed Margay with a non-committal shrug. Who knows, maybe talking to her like this would help her regain herself a bit. At the very least, he may be able to fill some of the spots in her memories.

"I dun know much about the Viceroy, 'cept Sire trusts him." Kaine responded, going back to licking his paw as he pondered Vantas eating a tail. Now that he thought about it, Kaine had never eaten a tail before. He mentally added it to his list of things to try.

The Brute shifted his gaze to the feline's own tail as she spoke about it, forbidding him from taking it. Well, that was a shame, but he supposed that cats used 'em for balance or whatever. Still, he pawed at the air with his uninjured fore, whining in mock-disappointment. "Aw, com'on, not even a nibble? Just the tip?" The tone of his voice alluded to the joking nature of the begging, though he wouldn't mind at all if she did indeed give in.

Returning to his normal manner with a small snicker, Kaine glanced around as he thought of the answer to the cat's last question. "Hm, naw, I dun think we do. I dun think I've seen a cat in the Tribe fer a while." He responded, small grin still never leaving his lips even though there was nothing to be smiling about. It was simply... always there. An ever present grin.

"We got foxes though, thas kinda the same, right?" He asked, not really knowing much about any species of animal.

What was a fox? A fox was... well, a fox. Not like Kaine really knew much about them either, had barely had any contact with them until meeting the Novice, Taere. Of course, there was also Sorae, the Tribe's Witch Doctor, but Kaine only ever saw her briefly around the campsite or when he went to have a look at corpses in her den. She did always seem to have the most fascinating corpses.

Despite having very little knowledge himself, Kaine did his best to answer the cat's question. "Hm, well, ther pretty small. Smaller than dogs, a bit bigger than cats..." The Brute tried to think of other ways to describe the creatures. "Big, amazin, fluffy tails. Real, real soft. Big ears. Pointy noses. Ther jus'... more quiet like. Like a cat. Yeah." His description was vague and disorganized, the blonde simply stating the first things that came to mind.

Obviously not noticing how botched his attempt at explanation was, Kaine flashed Margay a proud grin, as if he had just accomplished something great.

"Yeah, just Taere and tha Docta'. The Docta's pretty old, but she always has the best stuff for me to look at. Corpses an' legs an' eyes and such. Real cool stuff. Taere's ma bestest fluffeh bud eva. He's a Novice, and he has the most awesomest fur ya eva could find. Like, softest in the entiiiire world!" Kaine informed her, tail wagging joyously.