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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
The paws of a light grey cat padded softly along the ground, barely making a sound. The she-cat looked around caustiously, her eyes alert and attentive. If Tundra were to be honest, she actually didn't fear most cats in the Syndicate. When it came to fighting. As much as she didn't brag, she had to admit she was probably more skilled at fighting than most cats in the Syndicate. Although, that mostly came from spending most of her time practicing. Since the Tundra didn't like talking, she fought with whatever she could find. A tree, a rock face, or nothing. They were ideal opponents, but it would soon prove useful if she were to be attacked.
What Tundra was really worried about, was a few cats of the Syndicate that she really saw as a threat. Such cats like, Hannibal, Onyx, Halite, Boreas and Hades. They were rather intimidating in her opinion, and she doubted she would ever want to RP with them. But they weren't the only thing she cared to be caustious about. In a way, she was caustious around all cats of the Synidcate.
Mostly because she didn't want to talk.
She hated talking. Tundra was socially awkward and she always struggled to get the words out.
Sighing, Tundra looked around, her guard dropping slightly. She looked around at the eerie territory and surpressed a shudder. The siberian just wanted to at least live in a territory that didn't give her the creeps each time she stepped into them.
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As silent as the wind sweeping through the tree's, dark paws carried the infamous cat through the gloomy territory of the Syndicate, his dim figure almost seeming to mold into the shadows from time to time, the only thing that would give away his presence were his eyes that glinted like a flame in the sunlight. Sometimes, when things got boring in the clearing, Hannibal would go for a walk in the territory, sometimes he happened upon some unfortunate soul out here alone, whether it be prey, a trespasser or another member of the Syndicate.. Though really.. All of them were prey to him, if he were to be truthful. However the first two were more likely to be his meal than the last, but sometimes cats had to be quieted before they spoke too loudly of something they shouldn't be sticking their nose in.
There was the softest brunch as his paws stepped on a twig, but he knew he was close to someone, sometimes he liked to sneak up, other times he liked to let them know he was coming. Perhaps it would get their heart racing out of fear to know he was coming, or perhaps they would stop whatever it was they were doing to pay attention, and sometimes, they would run. Hannibal didn't particularly like it when cat's ran and it usually made him want to give chase, so that he could track them down and kill them like prey. If they wanted to run like prey, then he would treat them as such. Though luckily enough, few cats ran.
Regardless, one sniff of the air told him who he was approaching. Tundra. It had been a while since their last interaction. Time to begin taking some more notes on this finicky, quiet feline.
"Greetings Tundra. It's been a while, yes?" meowed the tom in his usual tone as he stepped into the light from the darkness he had been traveling in, his eyes almost seeming to glitter as if stones filled with fire, focusing directly at her, meeting her eyes and staying fixed there.