[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Constellation

The ginger tabby tom gave her an awkward look. She seemed to be hiding something, but he knew that it wasn't his place to coax it out of her. Oh, no. Why would he need to do that? Crimson was an excellent conversationalist if given the chance. He rarely chose to talk. Only allowing the cold expressions to take over him as he brooded on how the world was too gloomy, how the good cats always won, how everything worked in the favor of the clans. Oh, yes...the clans. The recent battle that took place must not have been fun. Honestly, Crimson was happy that they were defeated. He didn't know why, but he was happy. For some odd reason he refused to disclose.

The tom watched the Havana brown. She was an interesting sight to behold indeed. Another odd reason he could not place. He knew he was definitely attracted to her. The way she looked to be so scared, shivering under her pelt. Was it because he looked malicious? Pessimistic? Any of the negative sort? So, instead of choking it out of her. The tom knew it would be too easy to pin her down and ask it of her. But, he wasn't that type of tom. So...violent. He had other way to approach the ordeal, like using his charm. She seemed to be staring for a reason. Would he take that to his advantage? Certainly.

The tom slunk behind her until he reached her other side, just close enough to peer into her lovingly yellow eyes. He wasn't that extremely close to her, to the point where it would make her feel uncomfortable. He wanted to charm her, not frighten her. Not make her run away, thinking he would do anything to her. ''Oh, that's a shame,'' He turned his hazel orbs to another corner, then slightly turned them back, catching a glimpse of her chocolate colored fur. He allowed his eyes to roam her figure before he jumped them to another view.

''I'm sure anyone with your eyes shouldn't mind being staring at. It's an honor, really.'' He sat down, bringing his paw up for a gentle lick. The tom wasn't normally a flirt, but the way he was being charming had to put a shame to other natural flirts. The fact he didn't know he was flirting played a huge part in his ways. He noticed the way the Havana brown was sitting. So tightly, so tensed to herself that it amused him to a point. ''You seem so tensed,'' He says, his voice maintaining it's deep smoothness that it always had. Why was she so tensed? What was there to be tensed about?

Crimson's ears had flicked, and he sat down loosely. Not wrapping his tail around him. Instead, he kept it unwrapped, and limply askew behind him. ''I don't bite, you know.'' He let a deep chuckle surpass him as he flickered his hazel orbs her way. ''Unless, I have to.'' He added, his voice taking on a more dangerous turn. Even though he met more of it in a playful manner. When it came to his deep voice, his stoic expressions, anyone would know that it was hard to tell if he had been playing.

Calmly, and smoothly, he scooted a tad bit closer to her. ''May I ask what is your name?''

Maybe she could befriend this cat. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. If she was going to live here, she might as well try to gain a friend or two. This tom looked like a friendly cat. Friendly enough for her liking that is. The small smile that sat on his maw was enough to make her melt, but she refused to do anything of the sort. How strange would it be if she just sat there watching him smile. Probably weird enough to scare the tom away. Then she would’ve lost her chance at making a new friend. She needed to put on a good image. But at the same time, she needed to make sure that she was being herself. There was nothing worse than having a friend that thought you were someone you weren’t.

The more she thought about it, the more terrible it sounded. Looks could be deceiving. Bella shouldn’t trust the tom so easily. He could easily betray her if he became her friend. She didn’t need betrayal in any form in her life. It was already miserable enough. Friendship was a dangerous path to walk on. There were so many things that could ruin your walk. Thorns stabbed as hard as betrayal did and flowers drew you in.

"Is it?” Bella asked, her voice uncertain and genuinely confused. It wasn’t quite the response she had been expecting. It made the Havana brown think. Was he hiding something? What was the meaning hidden in the words that he spoke? What was he concealing behind his good looks and charming smile? Her yellow hues narrowed slightly. Even if this tom seemed friendly, the fighter was going to be careful when it came to trusting him. The she-cat didn’t like having secrets kept from her, but she wouldn’t normally go out of her way to find out one.

A few moments later, she found the answer to the questions that raced through her mind. That’s what he had meant? Well that was….flattering. Bella was about to put on a warm smile and let down her guard when she suddenly stopped before she did so. No, she couldn’t let this tom get past her defences so easily. What are you doing? Bella thought, not quite sure if she was talking about herself or the tom. She couldn’t let herself be wrapped around his paw just like that. Honestly, the she-cat found herself with the suspicion that he might be hypnotising her. It was very unlikely, however the fighter had a wild imagination when it came to finding a reason. "Thanks? I guess….”.

"Uh….” Bella trailed, not quite sure if the tom was joking or not. The statement was one that was normally said in a joking tone, but the cat’s deep voice made it hard to tell. "I would prefer to keep my fur intact,” Bella finally responded. Seeing as she wasn’t sure whether to say something in a playful manner or not, she had just decided to be polite. She wouldn’t want to anger him after all. He looked like one of those cats that were very intimidating when they were angry.

Bella felt her jaw clench as the tom scooted closer to her. It was a rather uncomfortable situation, yet strangely enough, she was enjoying this conversation. It wasn’t very often that someone payed so much attention to her. "Bella,” She replied, gazing into his hazel eyes. She was basically lost in them when suddenly she snapped back into reality and looked for something else on his face to stare at. Like his nose.