Give x me x Hell

[13xdays]

Never had a day been hotter than one; especially not in the autumn, when the air was chillier, the frost laced the earth at dawn's break, and shrill winds lined the airs with a high pitched squeal, trying to drag the tall and proud down.

Nonetheless, it was flaming, sunbeam beating upon the shape that moved forward, eyes cold and emotionless, flawless body twitching only with every pace, muscles flexing beneath the sun's gallant rays, very light and golden.

Two almond-shaped eyes of light green shot straight forward; a brush-like tail waved in the air like a flag declaring peace to the still malicious side of battle.

Those light green eyes had a murky expression; and, suddenly, as if they reigned within their chests a beating heart, they sprang to life with full sparkles and flames of thought.

"This place..."

He sat down on his powerful haunches, closing his eyes. Emotions pouring over him like a waterfall, he opened them firmly, two jade pools of a history full of gore and deceit. He cleared the pasttimes from his optics, and he continued his hanging statement from before,

"I enjoy it here."

The tom grinned malevolently; he was pleased. He stood prouder, letting the rather warm winds breeze through his fur, and letting his ears twitch with irritation. The wind always bothered his ears, which had chips missing on the edge, and Maine Coon tips, though he was not a Maine Coon.

His fur was short, and scars covered his young, strong body. Two bold, bright pale eyes, with an iris of electrifying green, complimented his lean body, broad shoulders, and tactful way of thinking. Of most loners, he was fairly wise. However, he was not very large, but small and sinewy. His coat was light brown, tipped with a white trim of fur around his throat and white stomachfur.

Another odd thing; this cat's right frontpaw had a pecuilarality that was like no other. He extended his sharp, lethal claws, began to clean them from dust, stain, filth, et cetera, and found his young face gazing back into their reflective surface.

This tom had six claws, hence his name;
Swartt Sixclaw.

[Sunsetfire]

[Redwall fan, hm? ;D]

[13xdays]

x Oh, yes! Very big Redwall fan! In fact, all of my characters will have a Redwall accent, names, et cetera. I couldn't part with it! x3

[Sunsetfire]

[Fwee! Awesomeness! I have all of them 'cept for the very newest; and that's becasue the bookstore doesn't have it and isn't willing to order it. But fwee! Another fan! 'Tis spiffa!

o.O I better skiddle out of this thread before Sabrestar EATS me. ^^ Hiyas Sabre! Working on my Duskclan character. ]

[13xdays]

x Same here. I believe the title is High Rhulain.. I'm dying for that book. T_T

[Sabrestar]

ooc| + 1 for you. (: ! Redwall is <3.
And beautiful, beautiful writing. So, + 2.

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So she moved, a silent shadow stalking every step he made, the eyes of an invisible hunter gazing at the slight imprints made within the soft soil beneath his paws. And the darkness, it carried the tiniest movement in which not even the keenest of eyes could have detected, so swift was this stalker, so effective was this hunter.

Sabrestar, she was watching. Forever waiting.

I was born to do this dance...

Mistress, she was quick and she was clever. Her mind snapped and reacted quick as a shotgun, deadly as a shotgun. And her lips, they carried a smirk; a half-smile where half of her mouth grinned to reveal glistening white fangs whereas the other half remained slack.
Darkness was her home; for where else could such mischevious moves be contemplated?

Her coat shone sleek and black, spreading ink, writhing over the skin that stretched like cellophane over churning muscles. And her eyes, they were like chipped diamonds; so perfect yet so flawed. Glistening clear jewels dipped in faded sapphire, they shone, revealing the follower, the assasin, waiting.
Those eyes, they glittered and danced like shadow-flinted phantoms, and that smirk, it still played across her pretty lips.

So follow my every step...

From her spot on the ground she jumped, claws sinking into bark, and she jumped once again, darting higher up into a tree, where she settled on a branch that hung directly above the male; short enough for her to be very clearly seen, but far enough for him to be unable to reach her if he were to attack. Which would be a stupid thing to do, mind you.

I'll lead your careening hips...

She slung herself on that bough, her slender body made of the most elegant and flawless builds; for she was slim yet well-built, her long legs hanging gracefully off the thick branch. Her tail hung, just barely brushing upon the tom's back before raising to rest on the bark again. Her forepaws were crossed and her muzzle rested on those paws, balancing skillfully without rolling over and falling down. Because that would be most unqueen-like.
The female was small; very small - in fact, dwarfed by this male. Yet sinew still swam and her legs were long and smooth. Her eyes shone with carefully gaurded emotions but she allowed a few to pass -

cold amusement and glistening malice.

"My oh my, hello, hello."

Sabrestar purred, her voice slick and dripping with malignancy and venom, her words smooth and flowing, velvety and soft. An ear flicked, a brow raised and a tongue escaped past sharpened fangs to carress her black lips.

And slaughter your innocence.

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[13xdays]

Swartt was young, and so, he did not understand the ways of a silent assasin as well as his father, Bloodfleck, must have, for he was a great and silent warrior. However, Swartt almost leapt clean from his dust-coated and colored fur.

He shook his head to get a hold of himself; the voice was slick and dripping like dark honey mingled with crimson blood. He narrowed his eyes into slits, as he tried to pick a dark pelt among a line of shadows and leaves.

He smiled; the warm sunlight suddenly poured in through the leaves and bathed the rough limb in golden smoke. He grinned crookedly when a beautiful she-cat, slender, with dark fur and ice-colored eyes glared down on him with disgust and amusement.

The brown tom spat on the ground, then pulled a foreleg; his right one. A chocolate brown paw slammed into the dust, disturbing it loosely and causing a thin cloud to rise, coating his brown coat and white neckfur. The paw was held close to his chest, where the white fur around his throat was, and one, two, three, four, five, six opened, and he pressed it against his thick, snowy throatfur.

"Ah, ye startled me a bit, m'lady," the cat chuckled, his nerve returning. He lashed his tail, loosening more dust on the path and causing it to shroud him with a hazel-brown cloud.

Craning his neck to peer around closely, the young cat closed his eyes and turned back to where the malicious little beauty was, a deadly glimmer that only an assasin could carry in her beautiful silver eyes.

Gruffly Swartt meowed, "Any'ows, I reckon 'tis yore land?"

Eyes cold as the black feline's met her silver gaze proudly; green slits like adder scales, and a paw with six claws draped across his alabasterfurred chest, Swartt Sixclaw was ready.

[Sabrestar]

Impressive, impressive.
Six claws, eh?

And a mind about the tom; he was young, but he was aware and kept well on his toes.
That, was a good skill in one's fighting.
And so, Sabrestar kept this to mind, shifting her muzzle slightly lower to take a closer gander at the young male; scars glistening pink across his muscle tainted body, and through the eyes of broken emerald, they glistened with defiance and pride. She licked her lips once again, her tail twitching at its smooth, curved tip.
Unsheathing one, hideously long claw, a good four inches long, she groomed along the slick fur around her sharp muzzle, gazing thoughtfully down at Swartt with the air of a Queen; for she was one - a Monarch who ruled her lands with a steel claw and sharpened fang.
She was about her wits, she was clever and young, and she was youthful and dangerous. Who else would be fit to rule a land of murderers, bandits, warriors?

As she stroked her face gently with her claw, her long, black whiskers flicked, and her eyes glistened with callous stoicality.

"Yes; I am Sabrestar. I rule the lands of Duskclan, the territory in which your paws drag across right as we speak."

She inclined her pretty little head, dust and shards of dirt billowing above the flat, dry ground, surrounding the male like dancing pixies, and Sabrestar, she smield a most devious smile.

"And might I be graced with your name?"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet and she was polite, oh yes, but there was a hidden mock behind each word that left her lips.

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[13xdays]

As she spoke, words drippping with poison to alarm Swartt that she was practically begging for blood to wet her lips and web her claws. However, the cat was no fool.

He nodded smartly as the black she-cat spoke, her words lacing the air. He closed his green eyes, his cold lips suddenly lifting into a maniac grin full of sharp, yellowed fangs.

"Ah, but of course. Far across the lands I've roamed, I have lived to hear many names; one of the most common was one I'd not like to repeat. It was after I'd slaughtered a broodful of kits and she-cats. But let's not get into that," he chuckled, remembering that time quite well.

Nodding, he continued, "My name is Swartt.

Swartt Sixclaw."

x I hate leaving you--a skilled roleplayer--with a stupid short post, but I'll write better'uns tomorr'a.

[Sabrestar]

ooc| Psh. I'm hardly skilled; just inspired. (:
I have my off days too. xD Quite often, actually.

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Brows rose and a clever smirk sugarcoated the smile pasted across her black muzzle, dropping her paw back onto the bark and sinking that single talon into the flesh of the branch she laid upon, carving along it absentmindedly, sharpening it.

Her long whiskers flicked and glistened as the light of the sun slid down like droplets of water down the thin strands. Her ears flicked and her lips twitched at the very corners.

"I can relate."

Sabrestar purred, with another chime of laughter, her paw pressed flat upon the cold skin of the tree branch.

"Welcome to earthenbound hell, dear Swartt Sixclaw."

She was slick with her words, and suddenly, with one smooth movement, stood up on her toes - and suddenly, she did a somersault in midair - landing, directly in front of the loner. Her nose was just a hairsbreadth away from the male's, and her tail rose high above her back, dust billowing like miniature tornadoes about her slender legs and paws.

"So I see you think of yourself as high potential."

Sabrestar cooed, still smiling.

"So tell me your business here. What you have in exchange for this lovely home."

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[13xdays]

Hmm. A thinker, thought Swartt, as he watched her twist and turn gracefully, that beautiful slender body weaving perfectly around, never once encountering a flaw.

"Yer a graceful dancer, m'lady," he remarked after he had finished. The remark was not of sarcasm; it was just a casual word or two to get himself started.

The sleek young tom winked, then began in a gruff, throaty voice, "Despite m' rather charmin' tongue," he laughed, then his tone changed serious, "I'm a rather decent fighter, and I'm ready to follow yer every whim, hellsthunder, on the turn of me ol' paw, too!"

He stood taller, aware that she was sizing him up. He respectfully stood to the side, and he added in an off tone, "Well, m'lady, is yer crew well liked 'mong others? I can tell you were the most skilled here; I passed the other clans a few miles back," he added nochalantly.

"Big bunch of country bumpkins. But no; this place is trained. Trained to murder, plunder.. like me ol' crew'n me used to. 'Course, m'lady, I'm behind that now; ready to be wit'a real.. clan, as ya call it. 'Tis, o'course, a'willin' t'have me.."

He twitched his whiskers, waiting for response.

x Oh, well, everyone has their lazy days. I just use a lot of work to get my posts ready; size=1, center, bold when someone's talking, italics when someone's not, nothing when someone's thinking.. it's a lot of work, especially after I don't spend much time on my posts. T_T

[13xdays]

xx Er, hello? Sabrestar?

[Sabrestar]

ooc| ACK.
I seriously apologize - school's been a bitch to me. For like, this whole past week. :c I'm sorrrryy.
I'll get to this post as soon as I can after I've finished my homework.

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[13xdays]

x It's okay, Sabrestar. I'm sorry for bugging you. T_T I hate school. You take your time.

[loutuskit]

ooc: Sabre!!!! *tackles*

[loutuskit]

ooc: how could I jump in?

[Sabrestar]

ooc| Eeee, sorreh Lotus. 'Tis an acceptance post - wait 'till Mr Sixclaw gets accepted first, then you can poke in. (:

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Sabrestar, she smiled. Her nose just barely brushed against Swartt's, and she drew back, her chin raised as she smoothly sat down on reclined haunches and light paws. In her eyes, there was a sparkle that spoke of cunning ciniving.

Give me envy.
Give me malice.
Give me attention.

They say, you see a person's soul through their eyes.
But what if, what if the person, or in this case, cat, does not have a soul?
Then what is in their eyes?
Emotions that run rampid within an empty shell.
Because Sabrestar, she spoke through sharpened fangs and a hollowed heart. Because this was she; this was who she was, an empty shell with a beating heart. No blood. No love.
Or at least, no love that could be seen.

"Flattering,"

The Duskclan Leader purred, her tongue leaving to swipe a smooth line of moisture along her jowls. Her ears flattened down and, the leader, she rose her right paw and ran it down her chest. Her claws unsheathed and laid flat against the flesh, stretching 4 inches long, not once snagging the silken hairs that adorned the Queen.

They say, within the moments of battle, within the light of fury and bloodlust, all truths and lies are mixed in the midst.
But what if, what if there were no truths?
Just lies?
Then, everything is wrong. Everything and anything is imbalanced.

You take a 98-percent concentration of fuming nitric adic and add the acid to three times that ammount of sulfuric acid.
You have nitroglycerin.
You take nettle, by the soft part of the stem, and with a rock you drain its stinging liquid from its leaves. You take nightingale berries, you dip it in the stinging liquid, and replace a medicine cat's storage of juniper berries with the nightingale berries.
The two look exactly the same:
Except, the nightingale berries, yeah those are deadly.

A murderer would know how to make nitroglycerin to bomb buildings.
A murderer would know how to replace medicines with poisons to kill.

Thus was the way of Sabrestar; she learned through her eyes and ears, and she recreates things and makes them all the more efficent. All the more effective. All the more deadly.
Her tongue flicks past her lips once more. Her sweet breath is like wafting perfume, drifting on the air. Tantalizing hearts and breaking them.

"Fighters."

Sabrestar mirrored, a smile twitching the corner of her mouth.

"We are hated for the darkness settled within."

Her eyes shifted up to the moon scoffing above them, hanging limply, a waning gibbous, half full. Dying.

They say, when the moon is full, monsters come out at night.
But what if there are monsters who betray this rule, and come out, even when the moon is not at its fullest?
What if there are monsters who survive, without the need of the moon's full strength to thrive?
What if these monsters, the monsters from stories and under beds, what if they survive in this very world? In this very forest?

"Tell me about your crew."

Sabrestar requested lightly, tilting her fine head to one side, her eyes flinty and burning with ice. Her long whiskers stretched across her black muzzle. With her gaze, she hooked everything and anything within the tom's gaze, and pulled it out towards her, into the open.
This male, his heart, or whatever kept his emotions, was spilling like blood, right in the open. So intense was Sabrestar's stare.

"Tell me how deadly you are."


ooc| PS: Chuck Palahniuk is a genius.
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[loutuskit]

ooc: 0_o oukaaaaaaaaay......now? if not tell me when cause I never read the posts....))

[Bane]

(maybe you should read the posts for yourself and you'll know when you're able to cut in instead of waiting for a que to come in. If you wanna join in you gotta know what's going on.)

[The antin00b]

loutuskit said:

ooc: 0_o oukaaaaaaaaay......now? if not tell me when cause I never read the posts....))

How do you know you want to join in this thread if you havn't even read it yet, you f**king moron?