[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

Horseradish chuckled, following her movements with his dark eyes, wondering what she was playing at here. It was unusual for his chosen victim, for that was what she was, his victim, to flirt back, or actually, to make the first move, but the large Maine Coon wasn't going to back down on his decision. Usually, it was he who made the first move, but it didn't bother him, and he knew that he was going to enjoy this for sure, this would be a very good go indeed. Although he did wander how well she would break, if he could find out how to break her. For it was tricky business, what he was planning on doing, just like he'd done before. You never know if a cat will try and kill you or will try and avoid him. He blinked, pulling himself out of his thoughts and giving his shoulder a quick grooming.

Horseradish sat up slowly, flexing his claws in and out, leaving the earth beneath scored with their marks, fine as any claw scratch could be. He stared around the clearing, the place her grown up in, although he honestly didn't quite remember much of his kithood, apart from it being brutal, like most kithoods were in this place: harsh, brutal with constantly a battle of lifeand death situations. Many kits never made it, and only the strongest did. Weak linkshad to be eliminated. A survival of the fittest, and Horseradish had lived, and was definitely not a weak link in the Syndicate, rather, he liked to think that he was one of the stronger cats in it, and he hoped this one day become a guard.

Horseradish's amber gaze wandered over the much smaller molly with a slow laziness that took moons to master, as there was nothing slow laziness or lazy about him. He had to guess what her type was, and try and be that cat, but only if he knew she was around, otherwise, he would be himself. But if one of the many cats he had his eye on was around, then he would try and be the cat of their dreams, until he had gotten what he wanted, and then he would become the cat of their nightmares. That was just how he rolled, and nothing could ever change that. He paused, resting his gaze upon hers, for just a heartbeat, then looking upwards, towards the trees overhead.

He followed her gaze, which was still sizing him up. He knew that most toms would be itching with discomfort, but he wasn't. He felt satisfied, knowing that odds were, he was pulling her in, and he turned his head to watch Ashe circled him, following her every move. Horseradish had to admit, she was quite elegant, not like a lot of the ragged and battered looking Syndicate cats that were the main population around here. Even he had some battle scars, though most were somewhat hidden under his thick mottled pelt. The large fighter acknowledged her words with a smooth dip of his head. “With what?” he purred, his voice a deep rumble.

But worry gnawed at the back of his mind as he gazed at the seemingly sweet molly, wondering if she more alike to him than she was letting on. He stiffened ever so slightly, but relaxed again before it became noticeable, his dark orbs piercing into her light ones. She was a crystal in a pile of rocks, when it came to appearance as far as the cats he was tricking already, and again he wondered why she seemed the way she was. It wasn't really normal for a Syndicate fighter, but then, of all cats, Horseradish should know to go ry and fit everyone into a stereotype. Shrugging off his doubts, Horseradish tilted his head to one side, imitating her somewhat. “Oh? I ’ave an accent?” Horseradish teased, amusement lighting up his gaze. He smiled and fully took in what she was saying, then stood up, peering over her so he was nearly nose to nose with her. “You’re not so bad yourself, beautiful,” he purred, staring into her eyes with a curious and questioning glance.

Now he had an idea of what she was up to, and it would make the chase all the more fun. If he could win her over, then she would fall hard, and his face lit up at the idea, causing his grin to widen slightly, a faint look of joy and anticipation dancing across his features. “I’m surprised. Anyways, it's Horseradish,” he gave the molly a mostly genuine smile, and what was fake was hopefully realistic. Horseradish sat back, pulling his face away from hers and laying himself down beside her with a satisfied grunt. “But,” he went on, “I bet a pretty cat like you ’as a name to match, no?” he said gently, his tail tip curling up slightly.

Horseradish...that was an odd name to the feline. She didn't the reason as to why he was named after such...peculiarness. Yet, because it was odd, Labrynn felt that she might had liked the name. She had met Dusk Syndicate cats with names that were simple. Then again, she always had a hard time remembering “simple” things. She tilted her head as the tom looked down at her, giving her a smile. Something she couldn't help but give a smile back. As he pulled away, her eyes narrowed--only for the slightest moment, wondering why he had pulled away. The she cat felt him sit next to her, and her eyes slid over to look at him for a second.

Hm...he called me pretty? So far, so good. I guess. Labrynn twisted her body for a moment, not really wanting to let go of the feeling of the warm grass underneath her, but she quickly turned over, laying on her stomach, and giving her chest a couple licks. “Hmm...my name would be your love.” She told him, stifling in a laugh, but purring all the while. Oh, how this she cat carried a sense of humor. Even if she was joking around a bit, Labrynn knew her limits. Sometimes she adored pushing boundaries to see how far she could get. She felt that it would be positive since the tom seemed to be interested in her.

Which had to be pretty odd to her, but she didn't object. She soaked in the attention rather desperately, and tried her best to do whatever that would impress him. “The name’s Labrinda, darling. But you can call me Labrynn.” She sat up, bringing her tail to hide her paws. The small feathery-like mane ruffled as she smoothed it out the best she could. The she cat always did her best to look presentable. Especially in...worthy company. “But I can be whatever you want to call me as,” she flicked her ears, and gave off a wink before she got up.

The Syndicate was probably not a place for a Molly that held high demands. More elegance than anything else. But, it was the place she was born in. The place she found so depressing, but the toms were certainly a win! At least, most of them. Labrynn was a user more than anything. Mainly seeking protection because her own fighting abilities were a bit...whack. It was easy for her to use tricks on her victims--mainly the toms who she would flirt with. A little bat of her eyes, and affectionate touches would surely land them off guard. Labrynn was never the one to land ‘crushes’. What was that anyway? Her feelings never really been real, but throwing her head back to give a gentle smile at the tom, the she cat felt something odd in her chest.

But quickly as it came, she buried it down. She didn't know what was it about the tom that made her think he was charming. But, by far, she felt herself dazzled. “So, Horseradish,” she called back, but she didn't dare look at his amber hues. “I think the two of us might share an interesting friendship.” She purred. Interesting, as in spontaneous. She didn't know what might happen or how he was like. So far, she was receiving a positive vibe from the tom that made her like being around him. With a friendship with someone of...quite the muscular appeal, Labrynn knew she had hit the jackpot when it came to this one. She wanted to keep everything positive between them.

Labrynn knew she would be sulking up to the tom in anyway as possible, but this was something that was just starting. And, if she played every move right--perfect time, perfect place. Things would be magnificent. As she stared out into the distance, her eyes becoming cloudy from the thought of the near future. Herself, as elegant as possible with a ruggedly handsome young fighter. She hoped his skills matched in his good looks. Others would wonder why Labrynn was even a fighter within the syndicate. Even though many cats, like herself loved to flirt. It wasn't ordinary. The cats were brutal, harsh, merciless. Labrynn seen it all, and sometimes she allowed herself to take part in painless death but blood and gore was not her thing. It made her stomach weaken.

On the other hand, the molly adored following others. Others that she feel would cause enough havoc and know a way of getting out of it. Wasn't Horseradish a good specimen for such? As long as Labrynn thought, she actually wanted to hold a genuine friendship with this tom. The she cat followed other fighters, analyzing their move, and even going all out to impress them. But, she didn't like them. But she was always the sweetheart, never really going out her way. She rarely fought, using the excuse that her pelt was too “marvelous for such bloody assignments”. Vain, she might have been about, but Labrynn was innocent. At least to others that she meet, and only some cats could see past this act that she was actually a frightened doll that was waiting to be dubbed as a weak link. However, though she knew she didn't have much battle skills, she used manipulation as a move to get whatever she wanted. Driving her victims into insanity because she had that “touch”.

The molly whirled around, staring into the new eyes of her company. Oh, yes the future was definitely bright. And, this made her sickeningly sweet smile brighter. “Is it alright if I call you my friend, Horseradish?” She asked, her voice a little quiet, as if it were a secret that only the two of them could share.