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Post by silvernightmare on Sept 10, 2006 10:41:16 GMT -5
Some one save me
Somebody save me
Somebody save me
Please don't erase me
Two paws of alabaster coloring, slightly dusty from its travels, and with rough, torn pads, stepped lightly into new territory. Ears, pale silver, were pricked, alert for any signs of danger.
The massive, broad-shouldered tom halted. His blue-gray fur glowed sleekly in the moonlight; he shook his head, sitting on his dark gray haunches, awaiting the prescence of someone.
Of something.
Shaking his head, the muscular tom, with a pelt like ice, with eyes of electric green, a tail of white, silver streaks, stared ahead, unmoving, awaiting an arrival.
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 10, 2006 14:11:24 GMT -5
"State your name and business here, Loner."
The command was curt and to the point, requesting none other than a short answer. A rustle in the undergrowth acknowledged a presence - the presence of Sabrestar: Duskclan's wrathful leader. Reputation was already being passed from Clan to Clan; Duskclan's new recruit was clever, relentless strong and deadly Warriors - even if there were so few of them. Sabrestar did not want to ruin this positive record.
Although the cruelty and cold within Sabrestar's quiet, authoritive voice, the female was beautiful - flawless, in any sense of phsyqiue. When she moved, she moved with the grace of a dancer, the grace of a woman on stiletto heels. Her coat shimmered with a cleaned, shining black, her eyes ice blue-silver. The only flaw within her were the two scars stretching from the bottom of her left eye - fading away into black. The imperfection was hardly noticable - but it was there, a remnance of power. Her personality was comparitable to that of a wolf's.
Read the poem in the signature.
That's your proof right there.
Don't piss her off.
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Post by silvernightmare on Sept 10, 2006 16:01:31 GMT -5
The dignified voice, cold and bleak, reached the silver ears of the tom; he stood taller, eyes narrowing, as the lithe dark-coated fae crossed into the clearing. Her silver eyes met the electric green eyes of the silver-streaked Russian Blue; but he was not challenging with his eyes.
He dipped his head with respect, and he meowed, with a tone of voice that was formal, "My business, Marm," he meowed throatily, in a voice like a ragged swordblade, "Is to find a place to rest, perhaps even stay."
The dark tom narrowed his eyes for a moment in thought; this she-cat was not a kind, sweethearted female. Oh, no. She was a true assasin, and he admired that. Smiling thinly, he meowed curtly, "Although I'm not sure if this is the right cat to ask."
The tom's silver-streaked blue head rose, but it was not out of disrespect, only so he could watch her pretty features. He bowed low to her. "My name is Icedragon. Would it be rude, Marm, to ask of your name?"
Icedragon shook his head, white tailtip flicking, ears twitching. Moonlight shone on his dark blue fur, striped with silver and pointed with white, and made him seem like a warrior of the moonlight.
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 10, 2006 16:43:26 GMT -5
"Quite the charmer, I see."
The pretty little feline purred, her voice like silken honey laced with venom as she curled her slender body and sat, a taillenght ahead of the male, her fine head tilted thoughtfully to one side. Her eyes flashed like diamonds dipped in faded sapphire and she smirked - the very right corner of her lip curling into a smile whilst the other corner remained slack. Her tail wrapped neatly around her black haunches, curling upwards, every hair, every curl and ruffle of her coat groomed to the upmost perfection.
The dust resting on the hardened soil billowed with each movement of the Queen as she swayed her tail gently, a tongue every once in a while escaping past a sharpened row of fangs to caress and moiston the mouth that was once bloodsoaked and tainted with sin and death.
"Do you think we casually accept such gentle hearted loners into the ranks of Duskclan such as yourself?
We are hardened Warriors, assasins, murderers. Sharpened diamonds aimed to kill.
We, as a Clan, as a combined force, rarely miss.
We slay for blood.
We slay for power.
What do you offer, missionary? In return for the shelter and food I give to you, what will I gain in return?"
Each word rolled off her tongue like sweet molassas, every syllable pronounced and beautiful, ringing with a thousand melodic tones.
Sabrestar smiled coldly.
"Je m'apelle Sabrestar."
She answered in french, her accent smooth and fluent, adding to the elegance of her appearance and voice.
Yes. Sabrestar.
The one and only.
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Post by silvernightmare on Sept 10, 2006 18:39:37 GMT -5
Narrowing his eyes as Sabrestar spoke, he smirked, his whiskers twitching. No, he wasn't a charmer; he was polite, of course, but he wouldn't go on pouring compliments from his mouth like a waterfountain forever.
"Sabrestar. Sounds right," he curtly replied, gray fur fluffing up a little to show his aggression at the she-cat's flirty tone of voice. He hated to be toyed with as though he were this black warrior's plaything. He narrowed his round, emerald eyes coldly, and tossed his head.
Defiance glittering in his dark, hypnotic eyes, he growled coldly, "As for what worth I would be to your kingdom; I'd be a formidable fighter, fighting since I was nine moons old, against the world. I've seen much in my life, Marm, but nothing quite like DuskClan. And that is a reason I'd wish to join."
Icedragon paused, eyes darkening once more, than he hissed from clenched jaws, "It is true.. I tried to bribe you with charming words, and now I see you are not that type. Beneath those words, are claws like cutlasses, fangs like scimitars, and curses like hot flame or frozen watershots. I've killed more cats than I've seen. I've torn eyes from foxes, noses from dogs, and faces from badgers.
Does that answer yer question?" The charm in Icedragon was gone; the cold formality had returned.
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