Dusk Syndicate Territory

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Rivergold

"Do you not know of sarcasm?" she asked, starting to lash her tail. Grief shone in her eyes as she stared at him. "The Syndicate has no use for stillborns, and as I am not a mother, I have no excuse to rest." She drew herself up tall. "And so I must hunt."

Calix was still too embarrassed over the whole pregnant thing that he had completely missed the sarcasm in her comment. "Oh hehe yea'." He mewed hastily. "Look, eh, I'm sorry to hear about your kits." He mewed quietly to her, sympathy in his voice. He had never had kits to call his children, but he could imagine the pain that his sister would feel if her kits aphad been born still born.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Hannibal loved the territory, he took walks in it nearly daily, he enjoyed the atmosphere it gave off, the dim feeling of being alone, the darkness and solemnity of it. It was sobering and refreshing. He was allowed to do as he pleased out here, no one to watch him, and if they happened to try, he'd most likely know. Hannibal knew that some cats hated him, it was something to expect after killing cats for many many moons, you were bound to kill a cat that some other truly cared about. Some cats likely wanted to end him, wanted the glory of killing such an infamous cat, he wasn't an idiot and knew to keep his guard up regardless of how certain he was of his safety. There was a reason behind him living to such a ripe age.
But I digress, right now, he was interested in 'catching up' with dear old Tundra, approaching her as politely as he would with most cats, even feigning a smile for her.
When the she-cat turned around, fear was as stark on her face as her pelt was against the gloomy atmosphere, it was such a common emotion that others expressed around him that he was used to it. It was an interesting one, one of the emotions he liked to study more than others, and it sometimes gave him the closest thing to satisfaction as he was capable of feeling. But his face remained holding that polite almost friendly look there, a smile present on his lips and his eyes calm as he looked right back into hers.
"And what a shame that is, I quite enjoyed out last chit-chat. I do hope you enjoyed our last talk as well." His head seemed to tilt slightly as if expecting her to confirm this or answer it in some sort of way, a polite gesture.
Hannibal would give a slight pause before resuming a normal position of sitting, head no longer tilted to the side, his back straight and ears erect, focused in her direction, tail curling neatly around his paws.
"What brings you out into the territory on such a day? All alone too hm?"
Now this would be interesting, he enjoyed pointing out the fact that she was alone, and by enjoyed I say it very loosely. He was more interested in how she would react and whether she had already realized that she was alone with him. Now that they were alone he could pick at that brain a bit more, there would be no cats to stop him and if he happened to decide to just end her? He could do it without any cat noticing. Not saying that he planned on doing that, but some things just aren't planned for.

Terror rippled as waves through her mind as Tundra stared at the eerie tom. How did she always manage to get herself into situations like this? She had come out into the territory in search of some peace and quiet. She had wanted to get a break from all the cats of the Dusk Syndicate. There was hardly any cat in this evil place that was pleasant to be around. And she hated it. The Siberian knew that she could always just run away, but where would she go? That was the thing, she didn’t have anywhere to go. How would she survive? She knew the basics like hunting, but unlike her sister, she knew nothing about healing. What if she were to be injured? She wouldn’t know how to react. There were just too many possibilities and dangers that forced Tundra into a position where she knew she wouldn’t live without the Syndicate.
There were many dangers in the world that the Siberian she-cat hadn’t yet faced, and honestly, she didn’t want to ever face them. The fighter knew that the world stretched far beyond the territory of the Dusk Syndicate, and the she-cat found herself constantly wondering if she abandon this eerie place for the adventure that everything else held. But she had always managed to find an ‘excuse’. In terms of finding an ‘adventure’, Tundra wasn’t the adventurous type. She preferred to stay safe and sound, rather than risking her life to experience something amazing. In her point of view, it just wasn’t worth it.

Normally, the she-cat wouldn’t dare look at the tom, but there was a feeling in her, urging her to just take a small, quick glance at the large tom cat. So, she did. She flashed a glance up at the tom before looking back down at her paws. All it had taken was that short moment. Those few seconds had been enough for Tundra to see his expression, to predict what was most likely going through his mind. He was enjoying this. Hannibal liked seeing the fear that he caused to spark in Tundra. But why wouldn’t a cat like Hannibal like spreading fear? Didn’t it make him feel powerful? Didn’t it make him feel like he was in control? The light grey fighter hated it. She hated how she knew just how scared she was of the large grey tom. He frightened her and she couldn’t stop it. Normally the she-cat wasn’t scared of most cats, for even if she wasn’t vain, she knew that she was perfectly capable of defending herself. But there were a few cats in the syndicate that just sent shivers up her spine. They sent alarm and fear through her, and Tundra knew that she couldn’t stand up and face her fears. The she-cat had to live through the torture of talking to those that she actually feared.
All that Tundra wanted was a generally solitary life with only a few cats popping in and out of it every now and again. She wanted to be left alone so she didn’t have to talk. She hated hearing her voice and the awkwardness that tainted it. It was an embarrassment to herself.
The Siberian’s head shot up as the tom spoke. “I u-um yeah, it w-was….fun,” Tundra replied, trying to sound enthusiastic yet failing miserably. It was clear for anyone to see, or technically hear, that she was lying. Although deep inside, the she-cat was trying to convince herself that she didn’t sound that obvious. Tundra knew that she just had to lie. What other choice did she have? Well actually, she could’ve just said that truth, but the she-cat was pretty certain that that wouldn’t get her anywhere either. Whatever happened, it probably wasn’t going to end well. Nothing ever ended well when it came to socialising. But she had lived through the pain before, so surely she could live through it again? Seeing as Hannibal was now in a comfortable sitting position, the she-cat was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon. So, she decided to follow by his example. Slowly, she settled herself down, making sure not to make any eye contact with the tom.
“Oh um I w-was practicing. Fighting skills. Y-yeah, f-fighting skills,” Tundra stammered. Normally she didn’t stutter when talking, she just sounded awkward, however when she was talking to Hannibal, the stutter just came in automatically and she couldn’t stop it.
Alone.
The word struck through all of the worries and thoughts that were going through her mind. She was alone, which left Hannibal with all the opportunities to prod at her mind like she had last time. Right now, all she felt like doing was curling up in a ball and wailing. She needed some serious comfort at the present moment. No, she didn’t. What she needed was to be alone. She needed some more alone time, with no one around. Tundra had decided long ago that a solitary life was probably the best option for her, yet it was something that was really hard to get. Her thoughts were really starting to get to her. To the point where she was almost certain she could start bawling her eyes out at any time. Hannibal had done hardly anything yet and she was already at the point of a mental breakdown. This was why she hated socialising.
Oh please someone save me.

[Rivergold]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Calix was still too embarrassed over the whole pregnant thing that he had completely missed the sarcasm in her comment. "Oh hehe yea'." He mewed hastily. "Look, eh, I'm sorry to hear about your kits." He mewed quietly to her, sympathy in his voice. He had never had kits to call his children, but he could imagine the pain that his sister would feel if her kits aphad been born still born.

"You'd be the first," she said, getting back in control of her feelings again.

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Rivergold

"You'd be the first," she said, getting back in control of her feelings again.

Calixto smiled softly to her, hoping it would bring some comfort to the recovering queen. If he had had any idea of this before, he most likely wouldn't have been so upfront and cocky in his ways. Too late now though, but he could maybe help her if she needed it? "Well, then that just proves how little every one else cares. I can't imagine goin' through that, or at least watchin' some one I cared for go through it. But hey, if you need to talk I'll be willin' to listen." He said flashing her a smile.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Turtlestrike

"Hey, wait up!" He scrambles to his paws and dashed after her. "I'm not done yet." There was a moment of hesitation, and then he licked her nose. The tabby ducked his head, blushing.

@Myik

[wren]

@moonfang

Ajax hadn't spoke with onyx in a while. Which wasn't abnormal for them, just something Ajax missed. They seemed to share many values and it offered a good conversation. Which was hard to find now a days with the dumb cats that kept getting born. Ajax grunted as he stepped in a puddle. Onyx was just ahead, so naturally Ajax fell behind, keeping quiet until spoken too. Besides it was his job to replace his previous henchmen and do with onyx's bidding as the knight. Which nobody got accepted for him and onyx. But one day
They would all know. They would all fear the names onyx and Ajax. He smiled at that. He than took a few long strides os he was just next to onyx in case he didn't feel he wanted the company. So he was prepared to slink back behind him. Just in case. As hey padded along in the dead silence Ajax once again got caught up with his mind. Oh onyx. I feel so bad I wasn't there for the battle. I mean. I was but not as apparent as I wanted to be. That stupid auroraflame. Who does she ink she is? Stepping in on my tail huh? he though wih frustration. He learned quickly he hated the deputy with a flaming passion and would use it agasint her in the future.

[ Ssory the SOORTSNESS is buggin me. ]

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Raine

@moonfang

Ajax hadn't spoke with onyx in a while. Which wasn't abnormal for them, just something Ajax missed. They seemed to share many values and it offered a good conversation. Which was hard to find now a days with the dumb cats that kept getting born. Ajax grunted as he stepped in a puddle. Onyx was just ahead, so naturally Ajax fell behind, keeping quiet until spoken too. Besides it was his job to replace his previous henchmen and do with onyx's bidding as the knight. Which nobody got accepted for him and onyx. But one day
They would all know. They would all fear the names onyx and Ajax. He smiled at that. He than took a few long strides os he was just next to onyx in case he didn't feel he wanted the company. So he was prepared to slink back behind him. Just in case. As hey padded along in the dead silence Ajax once again got caught up with his mind. Oh onyx. I feel so bad I wasn't there for the battle. I mean. I was but not as apparent as I wanted to be. That stupid auroraflame. Who does she ink she is? Stepping in on my tail huh? he though wih frustration. He learned quickly he hated the deputy with a flaming passion and would use it agasint her in the future.

[ Ssory the SOORTSNESS is buggin me. ]

Onyx looked back, seeing he was falling behind. When they walked out here, is gaze was strong, and he was slightly frustrated with Ajax, for not being by his side in battle, but he knew he couldn't be mad long. As he looked back, his gaze softened as he heard the grunt from him, and he turned and sat, waiting for him. "Something bugging you, Ajax?" he asked. Yes, it was true, him and Ajax had grown a strong bond, and he wouldn't trust anyone like he trusted Ajax. Hell if he died he would tell Ajax to make sure his son became king, just like he did. His empathic abilities offered the ability to sense emotions and metal states, and Ajax had a sort of, appoligetic, regretfullness, and he could only guess it was derived from the battle incident. Oh, poor Ajax. he thought, his gaze softening more. He wondered if he took the trust Ajax had for granted. He gave a sigh and padded to the tom. "So, Ajax. About the battle, I hope you know I feel no anger to you. To be honest, you did your job well." he said, and managed a smile to the tom. "We all have our moments when things don't go as planned, it happens. It's life." he said calmly, letting his blue hues look directly into the tom's before him.

[judas]

Originally Posted by Turtlestrike

@Myik

(Ahh!! I've gotten busy with Shadow im sorry ;-

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Myik

(Ahh!! I've gotten busy with Shadow im sorry ;-

It's fine, I understand ^^)

[Rivergold]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Calixto smiled softly to her, hoping it would bring some comfort to the recovering queen. If he had had any idea of this before, he most likely wouldn't have been so upfront and cocky in his ways. Too late now though, but he could maybe help her if she needed it? "Well, then that just proves how little every one else cares. I can't imagine goin' through that, or at least watchin' some one I cared for go through it. But hey, if you need to talk I'll be willin' to listen." He said flashing her a smile.

"That would be acceptable, if I wished to talk." She turned. "If you would be so kind as to excuse me, I will be on my way."