A Big Piss
Character Bios
Quote
"jostle session"
Plays 3
PLAYS Mortel, Bristle
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Post by Maltose on Dec 19, 2013 7:17:25 GMT
 (If the text is too small) Decius's posture was stiff as he stood atop the disheveled pile of supplies, enraptured by the quiet scene before him. The tom allowed himself to drift away from the dullness of reality, his flickering gaze cast intently forward. The gnarled branches of the decaying oak who stretched its limbs across the hazy sky became the writhing tentacles of some water-dwelling beast whose appendages twisted their ways viciously over a crimson backdrop, stained by the setting sun. The tiny droplets of rain that rolled their ways lightly across his pelt had been sent through the air by the creature's angry thrashing.
The unwary tom found himself wrenched back into actuality by the sound of a low growl, it's volume like that of a thunder clap against the overbearing silence it splintered. He turned his head suddenly toward the source of the sound, ears swiveling back in alarm and tail stiffening behind him.
The tom allowed his tensed muscles to relax slightly as what he took in was the apparent sight of a fleeing feline. Tilting his head curiously, his eyes trailed the form as it moved. It seemed that the stranger would ignore him. He hoped it wouldn't. Even if it were infected, his psyche craved some form of confrontation. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2013 4:35:57 GMT
Elza's toxic green gaze shot towards the sound of a feral hiss, seeing just a flash of fur as whatever the creature was fled. Elza's nose confirmed that it was one of the two felines currently inhabiting the small town, the doberman's ears flicking towards the creak of boards that signaled the presence of the other.
The dark furred dame swiveled her head to look at the other cat, face even as she regarded the pale, smoke colored tom. She stared at him for a few more second before moving on, sniffing lightly at the ground and nudging the random bottles that littered the streets.
The feline wasn't much of a concern to the lithe female, as long as he didn't want to attack her in some stupid show of fear or bravery. No, Elza would much rather go about her daily business of snooping about the crumbling houses for any sign of food or clean water while ignoring the voice in her head telling her to rip off the feline's arm and beat him with it.
The infection's voice was getting louder every day, but Elza's will was strong and her training strict. She would not succumb to the madness of corpse eaters, the... "drooling ones" as someone had once called them, those infected that had lost their minds and sanity entirely.
Odd, remembering such a name. In fact, she thought it might be in this very town she had heard it, the insult being directed at Elza herself. Yes... some sort of exotic cat had spoken it... if only she could recall a name...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 18:08:48 GMT
Veikur swiveled around the corner out of sight from the infected. She honestly didn't want to deal with the possibility of both getting injured or getting infected. The crisp air surrounded her as she gazed at the fiery colors of the setting sun melt into a moonlit, star studded canvas. Dusk had fallen, she smirked slightly and turned around. She had the advantage now, considering her eyes had a dilated fully to allow the slightest sliver of moonlight from the crescent moon above. Veikur quickly fleeted her way to atop the nearest collapsed building to get a better view of the area, and of course the infected one.
Her whiskers twitched with curiosity, it was a black and brown canine with a lithe body and a narrow snout, as of that of a shaven fox. It was fairly large, but that was compared to the looks of the feline a few yards away. Her head twisted to the side slightly as her wished to confront the feline, but the infected was a more pressing matter. Could it even speak? It didn't look to far gone yet, however Veikur didn't want to take any chances. Her light dappled pelt blended in fantastically against the building she was perched on. Her green duplexed eyes widened even further to let in more light, as dusk was quickly turning to twilight.
She let out a slight snarl of annoyance, under normal circumstances she would have leapt down to put the animal out of it's misery, but she wanted to see if he was at all redeemable. She lifted her head and glared down at it, the slitted moon behind her to make her look like a silhouette to them, while all at once illuminating the area bellow for her.
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A Big Piss
Character Bios
Quote
"jostle session"
Plays 3
PLAYS Mortel, Bristle
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Post by Maltose on Dec 22, 2013 11:32:17 GMT
Decius's pale fur ruffled subtly as he was made aware of the canine's presence, turning to lock eyes with it for a moment's time. His pair of softly hued eyes fell back into their usual impassive state as, in a sneer, the tom's upper lip twitched to reveal to full size of sinister yellowed cuspids. If not infected with the virus near every living creature had come to dread, there was clearly something not right with the strange canine.
It was obvious the creature had not totally succumbed to the infection. Perhaps it was in the early stages, or one of those tenacious enough to keep their minds and bodies mostly intact against their own ravaging. In any case, it made its disinterest in him clear as it broke eye contact, moving on to rummage through the scattered rubbish that had been nosed through countless times before.
"Good luck," Decius spoke up as he watched the fading light glint off of a bottle disturbed by the canine's scavenging. "S'nothing worth finding. Not out here, anyway," the tom continued in barely more than a mumble, ignoring the light scrabbling that he assumed was the sound of the fleeing feline. His eyes remained fixed cautiously on the dog as he spoke. Though his posture was casual, he made ready to flee through the shattered window beside him should it not take kindly to his speaking up.
Decius's attention was diverted upwards, to the top of the dilapidated building that lay across the narrow alley as an unexpected snarl was issued forth. Holding back a surprised hiss, he took in the back-light form of a feline. Judging from the angle of its hunched posture, the feline's aggression seemed to be targeted on the canine on the street between them alone. Not willing to join in nor wishing to be present in the case of a fight breaking out, the gray-pelted tom took a smooth step backwards, positioning himself ever closer to his escape route with the gentle creak of aged lumber beneath him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 18:08:34 GMT
Elza continued her meanderings, not really understanding why it was that she had stuck around until the sound of the grey cat's voice hit her tall, pointed ears. It wasn't really what he was saying that interested the doberman, that was secondary, it was simply the sound of another creatures voice that made Elza understand why she continued to stay in the middle of the town when she would have much better luck finding rats by the dumpsters.
She was lonely. Oh so lonely. She would never admit so out loud, neither would her face or body language reveal her thoughts, but the former-guard dog was much more strongly affected by the isolation her infection brought rather than the plague itself. She had grown up and lived in a very social environment, always surrounded by various dogs and humans. Even most of the words spoken to her then had been the angry curses of those she kept imprisoned in the Fight Ring, it was better than no contact at all. As it was, Elza could scarcely remember the last time someone had spoken to her. Or since she herself had been able to speak back.
"Probably not." She replied, voice even, betraying of her desperation for communicating with someone. "But it never hurts to check. Whenever I come here, I usually find a bottle with some good liquid or a rat at least." She elaborated, turning to gaze at the cat's darkened form as night descended.
The infected dog may not have that great of vision in the dark, but it was passable, and her other senses had always been rather perceptive. Becoming infected had simply doubled her already well trained senses of smell and hearing. The rustlings that had been coming from somewhere behind her were finally punctuated by a low growl, prompting Elza to speak out to the feline that had been sneaking about behind her.
"If you wish to attack someone from behind, it might be best for you to learn to hold your tongue." She called out in a darkened, harsh tone, turning her head to face the direction she thought the other cat to be in. It stood silhouetted against the backdrop of the moon's growing light, it's aggressive stance clear even though she couldn't make out any of its finer features.
"Or perhaps at least disguise your stench." The doberman huffed out her nose, to accentuate her stab at the animal's smell, which had made its location as it tried to sneak behind her all the more evident.
The former guard dog's toxic green gaze had the slightest hint of a glare as she looked up at the creature, not only showing that she meant to defend herself if necessary, but also because the dame herself was rather annoyed that her chance for a real conversation with the other, more even-tempered cat was slowly diminishing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 10:23:25 GMT
Veikur's ears perked as the doberman barked up to her in a rather rude tone. In all honesty, she was rather surprised that the thing could still speak, and make sense. Her eyes locked on the small body black body of the infected below. 'Idiot...' she thought her herself for not checking that she was downwind. Out of practice from lack of social experience, she decided that she wouldn't simply leap down bellow until she was assured that the doberman wasn't a threat she couldn't handle. She chuckled harshly and raised her head in a more challenging stance than before. "That would ruin the fun." The bobcat's rhaspy voice cut through the still night harshly and rung through the night.
She shifted uncomfortably, rather surprised at how her voice had become so rugged from lack of usage. "Plus, it would be rather.. .unfair for you, darling." Veirkur reckoned down at the canine. "If I had wanted you dead, I would have stuck you down and put you out of your misery before you had set foot on the street." Of corse, Veikur would much rather prefer to run that to get into another fight, especially with an infected. In all open honesty she had never approached, nor been approached, by an infected. And the few times that she had met an infected, it was to put the damn things out of it's misery. Never had one been able to think, let alone speak. Her stomach growled with hunger, her mission to scout out the city in search of food had clearly failed. Her next and only option would be live prey. She would never resort to eating an infected though, there would be no smarts in that.
Slowly, the cat shifted her head over to the other feline, uninfected by the looks of it. Her muscles tensed up as she wondered why it was still down there. It would be a shame for it to be killed by the infected when it clearly had a decent amount of meat on it... Veikur tried to shake the idea of resorting to canibalism but her stomach protested. This environment itself had turned her cold and savage, no virus needed. On impulse, her claws slid out as the thought of warm flesh teased her tongue. She was about to leap foreward to go for the other cat, but then she froze, 'No... this is madness. Don't stoop to their level...'
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