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Originally Posted by Ever
Ebony's ears swiveled back to the tom's voice when he tacked his opinion to the end of his sentence. A small chuckle shook through her chest at it too. She couldn't agree more. this place was truly awful, but at the same time she had nowhere else to turn to. She was't willing to try to venture off alone and start a life of solitude either. She craved companionship her whole life, and even just being around cats made her solitude a little more bearable. Being alone to the world would be nearly emotionally impossible; she'd be sure to return here and it would likely result in her death, abandoning the syndicate was not a light crime. Which is why it made her so perpetually upset with her situation. She viewed the syndicate as a sort of prison, since she was bound to it.
"I couldn't agree more." She replied quietly, her tail tip curling with delight. this was probably the most conversation she'd had in what- a moon now? Her eyes were still turned away from him, but they were shining with delight that she couldn't hide. It was hard to find a cat that would let their guard down around her. A sudden idea sparked in her mind and she couldn't resist asking. If he found that his freedom was limited he needed to go on a night venture. The night always felt endless and it was dark and comforting. you could slink through it and not feel attached to this place in the least. "You should join me for an evening patrol." She said, finally looking over to him. She didn't avoid eye contact this time. Simply let the two colors or ice blue and wheat gold bare into his eyes as she waited a reply. Their mismatched expression watching him with a small glimmer of hope in their depths. |
Really? She agreed with him? That was a first for Arrow... and he couldn't stop his expression and posture from changing. His tense muscles relaxed, his upper body slowly slid downwards until he was in a lying position-- one that made him more vulnerable so for him, it was generally a position of trust, respect, or in this case... astonishment. His eyes softened, with surprise, but it was still there. His facial expressions slowly became less stone-like and more like a living cat's. All this happened in a moment, and then the tom opened his maw to speak. "You... wait... really?" Now he was beginning to sound somewhat stupid. Not an often occurance for the brown tom, she had done the near-to impossible in his mind. Made him look, well... stupid. With that sudden and alarming realization, Arrow's features dipped back into their normal, stony state of silence.
But, her next words made his ears flick backwards. An evening patrol was tempting... but still, could he trust her? Was she just trying to lure him out so she could leave him somewhere to bleed to death? Trying to keep the thought of that from his mind, and isolate her personality from her brother's-- though he didn't know much about either-- Arrow sighed and sat back up. "That would be nice. The evening is a good time to get out of Camp." He mewed thoughtfully, keeping his expression neutral. Early morning and dusk were his personal favorites... night had always had a sort of tense hold on the tom-- perhaps because night was the easiest time to make a kill. The middle of the day? Unless you were in a battle, it seemed like an ill-chosen choice to the brown tom. But the middle of the night just seemed right, somehow. No one would miss the cat. No one would know. And unless they were cared for... no one was ever going to ask about it.