Fight like an A N I M A L -> with H O N O R

[Oblivion]

.You don’t wanna know
The hell I’ve seen.

.x.

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There was a newcomer to the meadow.
A tom with a tattered; broken past.

And torn family.
A shattered soul.

Orange hues were set on a rather handsome face.
Orange and white tabby pelt; barred deeply; flowed easily over his pulsing muscles.

One ear twitched.
The left one; which had lost its tip from one battle or another.

He’d been in enough of those; in his terrible past.

Cold.
He felt cold.
Separated from this world.

As if the fine line he walked; between sanity and insanity; was something nonexistent.
Nothing.

Nothing, nothing.

That was Oblivion’s life.
Nothing.
Emptiness.

A broken dream, shattered beyond recognition.
That was it,
Nothing.

The traveling tom stopped his movements.
Lifting t his full height so to look at his surroundings.

He had originally started this journey to find his sister.
To find Heartless.

But now?
Now?

The journey seemed so pointless.
Ghosts haunted him at every bend and turn.

And there was nothing Oblivion could do about it.
Was this, terrible reality, what his life would be now?
Was this, the beginning to the end?

There was nothing there to go back to.
Heartless had been smart to get away from there when she did.

She had escaped the hell their birthplace had become.

A sigh.
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[Deathwish]

~Hell is something I know of~

A stringy black cat---that looked like it shouldn't be alive---wandered through the meadow. He licked his maw as he just devoured the blood of his latest victim. A small rabbit. The body left to any other animal wanted to eat the flesh off the bones.

A new scent of a cat caught his attention in the breeze. This one he didn't recognize at all. Not like he made friends with any he came across or kept any after talking with some. Mere acquaintances or less, they were.

Now if the other tom (by the scent of things) was willing to come speak with him, he shall gladly have a quick chat---unless the cat was wanting a fight. Then he'd dispose of him or wound him greatly. Which ever came first he was willing to do. Otherwise Deathwish would continue on his way.

~Care to join me in Hell?~

[Oblivion]

There was another.
Another, another.

The stranger’s scent coming to the broken tom on a waft of air.

Why was this now;
Scenting of blood?

It reminded him of his sister.
Of Heartless.

But this was no she-cat. This was not her.

“Who’s there?”

Oblivion didn’t have the strength of mind to challenge the other to a fight.
After all; he normally kept away from his own kind.

He didn’t want…
Didn’t want…

No!
No; he couldn’t do that! Wouldn’t!

He didn’t want to kill. Didn’t want to rip and rend the flesh of his opponents; until there was nothing left.

Nothing, nothing.

The fits…they couldn’t be stopped.
They couldn’t be controlled.

And those who stood in the way of the tom when such a frenzy took over his mind; generally didn’t make it away alive…

[Deathwish]

~Sane or crazy; hard to say~

The tom looked around with his offset yellow-orange colored hues after being called out to. Ears twitched---welcoming or an annoyed flicker? He then noticed the white and orange tabby not too far off. Not making any movements to close the distance between them in the dense grass. Deathwish wasn't sure if he could trust this new presence or not. Same went for every rogue cat.

"And you are?" He called out while sitting down with a poised posture for a bony cat. His eyes fixated on Oblivion while awaiting a reply.

~And this is how I work stranger~

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[Oblivion]

No movement.
Nothing.

But he was there.
Yes.

The orange and white barred tabby could scent him.
And then he spoke.

And he was…
He was?

The tom was silent for a long moment, as he tried to remember who he was.
Oh, wait, that was it.

“I am the Oblivion.”

An ominous name; but this tom was an ominous cat. His voice was a cold echo – perhaps not initially cold, however, it was incredibly apparently that he’d not spoken with any cat in quite some time.

And he wasn’t named lightly, either.

“You?”

[Deathwish]

~Forgotten like time itself, it seems~

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His lithe black tail moved with curiousness, but he didn't show it other than that. How he spoke reflected how he truly is. More like the tone of voice was enough to give Deathwish that assumption. Although he was one of mystery too.

This black tom was known to take others voices into consideration as it held someone's personality as he found out. Although the tricky ones that can be devious, like himself, proved to be a challenge to figure out.

Giving his paw a quick lick and to rub his right ear to clean it, Deathwish then replied, "I am Deathwish. Now it seems that you are quite new here, yes?"

~And the start of something new~

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[Oblivion]

“…”

Orange eyes were no longer looking at the tom; as if a distance within the gaze separated the two of them a million miles away from each other.

Then…
Back then he had not had so much to burden him.
Back then…

“…I am not.”

Far away; far away.
But he couldn’t go back.
Couldn’t return to the destruction left behind…

Couldn’t become the cat he left behind.
It had been too long; and he had just changed far too much.

“Where is this place?”

[Deathwish]

~Someplace nobodies belong~

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"This is Rogue Meadow," Deathwish stated. "A place any cat that does not belong to a clan roams." Simple and straight to the point. Unless Oblivion was clueless to what clans were. Then the tom would have more to explain.

~Do you understand?~

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[Oblivion]

“Rogue…”

Oblivion seemed to hang on that word for a long moment.
Rogue rogue rogue rogue rogue…

Pain.
A single stab of pain wrenching through his senses.
Rogue; was that what he was now?
Rogue; would that be what he stayed?
….forever…

“No cat should be confined.”

Oblivion lifted orange hues up, looking at the endless sky above.

[Deathwish]

~There is no confinement here~

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Deathwish titled his head to the side. This tom seemed like he didn't grasp the idea that there is no confinement here. And any rogue cats daring to enter a clan territory wouldn't come out alive unless they got to join. "You are seemingly lost in a different state of thought. Unless you are wanting to belong to a clan." He stated. There was a slight humor in his tone as if daring him to say yes.

~Lost in thought, are you?~

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[Oblivion]

That was precisely why he’d mentioned confinement…why should a cat fear where their paws took them? The clans did such a thing; broke down so much freedom that could be held by any cat.

As for Oblivion being lost?
That, in and of itself, was true.

Nothing; nothing.

He couldn’t go back; couldn’t return from the shattered reality he’d left behind.
So he lived like this.
In a dream that never seemed to end.

It just went on and on.
And that pain, the agony, of what had scarred him; the torture, the experiments…

Well, Oblivion wasn’t much like the cat he once was.

“I’ve had enough of clans.”

[Deathwish]

~As do I~

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Deathwish gave an eerie chuckle when Oblivion made that comment. He had never been in a clan. Or if he was, then it was when he was a kit and didn't remember much of it and ran off. "You know, I dislike the clans and never want to be in one. Too much dealing with orders I say."

The black tom stood and arched his back as he stretched out from sitting too long.

~Now what shall we do?~

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[Oblivion]

Orders?
Ah, Oblivion remembered those.

But he was the pet.
Only his master could give him orders.

Break.

There was a flinch, slight, yet still there at the other tom’s statement.
Clans…

Oblivion didn’t think he could trust that life again.

“Never free…”

Never; never.
It was as if chains held the tom down; held him from being that cat he was…
…and possibly could be again.

Chains with barbs which dug in.
Ripping and rendering his soul bit by hateful bit.

Chains he could never escape.

Oblivion looked at Deathwish for a long moment.
Perhaps a heart beat too long.

He then shuddered, violently, claws unsheathing to grip the ground quickly before he charged the tom with the intent on killing him.

His fits were getting worse.
He didn’t want to fight.
Didn’t want to kill.

Btu he was the perfect weapon.
Sculpted by his previous clan to be something no cat should ever be.

[Deathwish]

~So now you show your true colors~

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Deathwish could sense the fighting presence humming around Oblivion; wanting release and blood lust satisfied. Not once has he ever came across a cat quite like this. Holding back when obviously been trained to be a warrior from a clan or clans. Deathwish wasn't sure about that part, but was making a guess to himself.

"And you are holding back," he said with mock humor in his tone. "I've never came across another like you before."

~And most likely will never again~

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[Oblivion]

“Would you rather me rampage, tom? Run wild, slaughtering any and everything I find?”

His voice was cold, unshaken although he was physically shaking, as he attempted to seize control over the part of himself designed to lose control. It was an agonizing balance, broken badly, intolerably; undeniably.

He couldn’t do that.
Not that.

Although he had before.

How many had Oblivion killed in his lifetime?
He dare not count.
He had been a war machine – a beast of destruction that his clan had created, designed, so to unleash on the rival clans.

And unleashed they did.

But those were painful thoughts, and wasn’t Oblivion free now?
Free, yet always in shackles.

[Deathwish]

~Unbalanced and uncontrollable, that you are~

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The black tom laid down in the grass while keeping his gaze at the other cat. Just because he was going to lay down didn't mean he'd let his guard down as well. Oh no---Deathwish was smarter than that.

"And the way that you say that. It sounds to me like you do not enjoy it. The way that you have become---either from yourself or others trained you to be what they wanted you to be." Despite how he spoke like it was some natural conversation there was a hint of boredom within it.

Like he has grown tired with talking to this strange cat. Technically Deathwish wasn't one for conversations unless they proved more interesting than this.

~How droll this was becoming~

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[Oblivion]

“What do you plan to do with yore life? Just…be a rogue; without purpose?”

No that Oblivion had obtained his freedom; he had much much to learn.
Like life; in general.

And at the mental state his mind was; who was to say he wouldn’t be easily manipulated?
One didn’t know until the tried.

He knew, knew!, he had to find Heartless.
His sister.
How had she been doing, after all this time?
Did she even remember him?

“I’m searching…for someone.”

[Deathwish]

~Not all questions can be answered~

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Deathwish didn't mind being a rogue cat, and couldn't think of a life of a clan suited him. This was something he was fine with. Obviously finding his place in life was to take it from others; by drinking blood and rarely eating solid food. "At least I have found my place," he stated highly about himself.

Now with the orange and white tom looking for another feline perked his interest a little. Except he probably didn't know of anything he was looking for. "Now I cannot help you there," Deathwish said and stood up, ready to take leave. "I do not mingle with others that often."

~You are on your own once again~

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