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Post by ZEBLY on Mar 30, 2011 20:25:44 GMT -5
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The Pale light of dawn left pink streaks upon the floors of the factory. It's once bustling floor, filled to the brim with wirring machines and line-workers, was now empty and nearly void of objects. The once new and shiny chairs were now shredded and leaking their life onto the floor around them. A pile of prey was lain in the dark corner, bones littering the floor just around the corner.
A lone figure was sprawled in one such pink patch of dawnlight. The early sun's rays left his dark red pelt shining, against the deep grey of the surrounding floor and walls. He was motionless, lids closed over his green-gold eyes. If it hadn't been for the occasional flick of his long tail, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, one could have questioned wether he was alive or not.
His night was now, a time for sleep. Neto, for that was his name, cosidered himself to be a night prowler, and lived by that strict schedule. Now however, his brain seemed unwilling to give into the sleep he would have liked to have. So, here he was waiting to sink down into the recesses of exhaustion. Though, knowing his luck he was bound to be interupted.
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words ;; 209 bleh.
notes ;; A pretty sucky opening post. Sorry D:
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Post by ℙ.S;; I Lo√e You on Mar 30, 2011 20:49:35 GMT -5
Mau's tail lashed violently, clearly letting others see her irritation. The Lead Thug had spent the night out prowling the Border, searching desperately for a Purist to unleash her apparent fury upon. It had been about a week since Loki and that Brute had appeared to try and make peace between the Gangs. Mau, of course, being the stubborn Chick she was, refused and gave an honest-to-god, heart-felt reason.
And the same thing happened that happened when she first voiced her fears of the world to her sibling and friends. She was called crazy. Snarling softly, Mau unsheathed her claws and swiped at a random metal object, hitting it hard so she could get out her anger.
"I swear to you, Loki. I will kill you and every last Pure there is!" She gave the silent promise before she almost tripped over a body laying in the middle of her path.
Leaping aside, Mau's snarl grew before she realized it was just Neto, a faithful Brute that served The Tainted well. She couldn't tell if he was awake or not, so she just meowed a soft greeting.
"Peace to you, Neto."
Notes ;; It's horrid, I know. x)
Listening to ;; Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis
Word Count ;; SADFNASKFNASDF. 187?! REALLY?! >:I
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Post by ZEBLY on Mar 30, 2011 21:10:57 GMT -5
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His thoughts swirled around him in a large cloud, though at the scuffling of another arriving in the factory, he would push back his dear musings. He wouldn't move, figuring that whoever it was would in fact notice him. A soft snarl and one golden-green eye cracked open. Mau. Perhaps the only feline here he cared not to boss around.
"Peace Mau." the customary greeting was shortened to his liking, and he moved slowly, gathering his limbs beneath him. He made no move to be overly respectful, afterall he was her underling and that was that. In his opinion, groveling was for fools who needed to serve in order to live.
Ears pulled forward upon his rusty head, as he folded himself delicately against the earth, tounge sweeping quickly at errant chest fur before he would speak to his leader again, a brow raising in question. "What has that Loki done this time, Mau?" an idiot in his opinion, who wasted her time "making friends" rather than creating a name for herself and ensuring her position. It was a cruel world, and the only way to survive was to be twice as cruel right back.
Eyes squinted, as he glanced about. Still empty with no straglers following their dearest leader into this dwelling. The crop of truly horrid souls was dwindling these days, cats raising kits with something called good "morals" and things that the brute had no need for. The Tainted's numbers had dwindled as well, but it was only so long before a batch of little kittens was born that would fit the bill, and Neto would swoop in and do his job, bringing them back to be raised within the dark shelter of their factory home.
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words ;; 289
notes ;; wrote a little about him being a kit-stealer DX sorry. Can't help myself.
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