( @
Duskflight @
Empress Of Evil )
(Private)
This was it. The final leg of his plan. He sensed them before they even left the camp, and they were angry. That's what the black oriental wanted. Anger. Anger blinds you in battle. His scent masked, he stalked silently, following behind the leader and deputy, his icy orbs focused on theirs movement. They were cautious, but they was still not the fighting type. This gave him the upper hand.
He debated on whether or not to jump out and attack, but he simply glanced at his companion, his gaze telling him to stay back- for now. He calmly gained ahead if the leader than stepped onto his path, his head low and a murderous gaze came from the mists that filled the cold air around his eyes. He said nothing, he did nothing. He simply stared deep into his eyes, like his gaze was peircing to his very soul.
After a while, he rose his head, and a cool smile crossed his maw.
"Grousestar..." he meowed, hius voice calm and husky.
"This is an honor, wouldn't you agree?" he said, and turned to the deputy.
"And you must be Auroraflame. This is a pleasure." he chuckled.
"I must say, I thought you would be solo, but good thing you are not." he said, and he flicked his tail, signalling Hannibal to step from his hidden place.
"Meet my companion, Hannibal." he meowed, his gaze unwavering from Grousestar's green eyes.
How far will he go? he asked himself.