And the pain; [it’s] s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g /away/

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

What the hell was he doing? The RisingClan cat was obviously not falling for it. Why didn't he just drive her over to where the to-be BoneClanners waited? The she-cat was beginning to suspect. But frustraition, anger, or even apprehension was not what the tabby felt as she carefully followed the pair, sure that the rest of her team was behind her. She felt nothing but an icy calm. If they got too much farther away with their dancing around, she would signal Pripyat and Spiderlily and attack her with or without Anarchy. And attack him herself if she had to.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Shadow Spirit]

A nagging feeling...that is ultimately pushed aside...

Anarchy had had it.

"You know, you make carrying out any plan extremely difficult..." he hissed, his voice rather low. "I had hoped that we could acquire you without effort, perhaps even willingly...but I guess you have signed your own will this time, my dear..." With that, he leapt at her and knocked her backwards. Holding her down under his slim, but surprisingly heavy weight, he signaled for the others to advance.

OOC: I hope its not powerplaying, but he really does "need" to hold her down at least long enough for them to come out of hiding. ^^: Sorry Umbee

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat slid from the darkness, his blue eyes flickering. He moved smoothly, swiftly and silently, like a shadow sliding across the ground. With a casual sidestep, he moved and blocked off the RisingClanner's route of easiest escape.

He smiled, revealing each white fang slowly. Then he opened his mouth and hissed the words out across those teeth, "Hello, lovvey. My, my, my, you look quite...delicious." He flicked his tail in her direction, then laughed. The sound, though low, was nearly hysterical.

He was mad. Utterly mad.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Trag followed Pripyat out of hiding, looking down at the pinned she-cat. Pripyat, I trust you will be able to contain yourself. As for you, she adressed the RisingClanner calmly, if you come quietly, you will not be harmed. At least not until you get to camp...

What are your paws
stained with?

[Hiddenwrath]

[Pssk, I don’t mind silly. XP]

Trapped.

Imprisoned.

Hiddenwrath was silent, so silent, as she stared upward at the tom holding her down, Anarchy. It was as if the other cats didn’t exist – their words a muffled murmur in the background.

The joy of being fluffy was that she was very hard to hold.

A wiggle, and strain, and one paw was free.

Something snapped, deep inside.

And that paw flashed, striking at Anarchy’s close face.

Did she hit? Did she miss?

If the strike succeeded, Anarchy would have scars forever reminding him that there was one she-cat he couldn’t tempt; one he couldn’t control with his silken tongue.

[Shadow Spirit]

A searing heat...seeping from my heart..into my soul...

Anarchy avoided the blow with ease, he would not be so stupid as to get hit directly. A line of badly healed flesh made up the space between his eyes and another of his trademarks scrawled up from his chest and across his throat, crossing with another going the opposite. To put it simply, this tom had seen battle.

"You'll only be adding insult to injury darling..." he hissed, smiling darkly. "I've been scarred by opponents with twice your tact and they didn't even make it to sunset when I was through with them..." His orange orbs glowed menacingly, his maw open in a furious grin. He readjusted himself so that he weighed down on her heavily and he forced her paws under him.

[Hiddenwrath]

Not a word…not a word…

Hiddenwrath gazed at Anarchy with her hazel eyes, accusation filling them. But then it was as if all emotion slowly leeched from that sharp gaze, to be replaced by a stark emptiness.

The kindly she-cat felt sick, somehow, but it was in that same muted, off the wall way as the voices of Anarchy’s companions.

As it all this were happening to another cat, and Hiddenwrath was merely a witness.

Numb.

Ah, but did they thing she’d just allow them to drag her off?

Even pinned under Anarchy, she suddenly seethed, writhing like a cat gone completely made with claws unsheathed.

Trapped. She felt trapped, and her instincts demanded her to fight to be freed.

[Spiderlily]

Spiderlily snorted, as she came up beside of Tragedy. My goodness, wasn’t this Risingclan member a silly one.

“Let’s maim her a little. That Boneclan female said to bring her back alive…she never said she had to be in one piece.”

A malicious grin slowly replaced the irritated one on the pretty mottled tabby’s face. Well, at least Pripyat would like the idea.

[Shadow Spirit]

Frustration...that turns into longing...

Anarchy held her down, a fierce fire glowing in his eyes. It was the most bizarre feeling, the burning descended from his head and seemed to course throughout his body. No matter how he tried to shake it off, it would not cease and it was infuriating.

Suddenly, he swept his head down and plunged his fangs into her neck, taking care not to go too deep. He wanted to bring an end to her struggles, but he did not want her harmed...unless it was by him...

[Hiddenwrath]

Finally, Hiddenwrath’s struggles ceased; her breath faint and soft as her pulse decelerated and cooled. Her ears flattened, sharply against her head, and she hissed bloody murder at the she-cat who suggested that they maim her.

Wasn’t it bad enough they were taking her to Hell on Earth?

Anarchy’s bite was tolerable, not too hard, and Hiddenwrath was surprised with that fact. Didn’t he, too, want to hurt her?

She was puzzled, her mind torn in two.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Fool! Tragedy leapt forward as Anarchy bit, to try to scratch lightly across his head with her claws. She didn't know if it had hit and she didn't much care; she had made her point. When you make a delivery, you do not damage the goods! She heaved a sigh. Was she the only professional here? You can have your fun when we get back. For now, no inuring or maiming. She slowly circled around to the back of the she-cat's neck, drawing back her paw, claws sheathed. Now stay still, silly creature. I am going to knock you out. If you squirm too much, then I could paralyze you. She didn't add that the chance was very slim, and it would only be temporary at that. Then Trag struck. She had aimed mathematically correct, but would the she-cat stay still?

What are your paws
stained with?

[Shadow Spirit]

A furious fire...that has ignited...

Anarchy recoiled from Tragedy's bashing at his head. Hissing angrily, he stepped more fully over Hiddenwrath.

"I was imobilizing her to AVOID injuring her, you fool!" he snarled, the fur along his back rising and his tail lashing threateningly. "I only called you halfwits over here because I could sense your growing tension!" "A few more moments and you would have been so enraged that you'd have killed her on contact!" "I am more than capable of doing missons on my own...and if I were not so pressed for time, she would have been mine soon enough..." Anarchy knew the others would not believe him, they would rely on their own feelings, regardless of whether he spoke the truth or not. Despite all this, his accusation was true. She had been within his grasp...if he hadn't been deceiving her for another's gain...she would have been his...but the constriction of time and impatient company...had ruined his efforts...

[Hiddenwrath]

Why?

Why did he choose to defend her?

After all; wasn’t Anarchy on their side, after the same goal as they were?

Hiddenwrath’s mind swam over such puzzlement, and she closed her hazel eyes, lying completely still. If she cooperated now…there was likely to be a chance to escape sometime down the road.

Or so she hoped.

But it was better to hope, in the long run. To see the light, when darkness surrounded you.

And if things weren’t darkening now, what was?

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat threw Anarchy an odd look from the corner of one blue eye.
"Don't think you know all about me, Anarchy," he meowed lowly. "I myself was waiting patiently, like the good little kitty I am." The last piece he added in a sickly-sweet, self-mocking tone.
He chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling, like distant thunder, unsettling.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

“Good kitty my furry ass.”

Spiderlily snorted at Pripyat, then the mottled tabby flowed over to the defensive Anarchy, prodding him with her left forepaw.

“Well now, if you think your able to control her, then get her ass up and let’s get goin’. Just what we need is a patrol to catch us, and then what? I’m sure Baney Boy ain’t gonna come to our rescue if the goin’ gets tough.”

[Bovine]

This poor dear has no
[ c l u e ]
what she's
.in.for.


Harrow had been watching from a few foxlengths away...carefully watching.
Her ears lay pinned to her skull, her whole body quivering in fear of what was to come. But she lifted her head just a smidge...just enough.
She slunk toward the others in that awkward kit-way of hers, whiskers still shaking. Her silver eyes grew wide at the sight of the she-cat beneath Anarchy's grip and then the spat between Tragedy and the tom. Oh how this confused her so...They spoke of maiming. What would happen when they got back to camp?
This poor kit knew nothing of the horrors that BoneClanners and cats like them could commit, for she had never come across cats so cruel.
This poor dear has no clue what she's in for.

[Shadow Spirit]

How can I keep deceiving them...if my own soul is not cooperating...?

Anarchy snarled at Spiderlilly and leaned his head close to Hiddenwrath's ear. Whispering, so that no one but her could hear, he divulged his plan.

"Cooperate...and I will ensure that you are not harmed..." he said, delicately. "If you attempt escape...I cannot guarantee that they will bring you back alive..." "It is my full intention to keep you whole...but even a cat of my strength cannot take on the whole of BoneClan..."

[Hiddenwrath]

“Why?”

Was the ever soft murmur back.

“Why would you do that? You’re on their side.”

The look in her reopened hazel hues was that of confused suspicious, perhaps a dash of pain. But she didn’t struggle anymore – sharp as she was it didn’t take long for her to understand she didn’t have much of a choice to cooperate.

Not if she wanted to remain alive.

[Shadow Spirit]

A penetrating feeling...that intrigues me...

Anarchy stared into her eyes, then lowered his head to her ear again. He inclined his jaw to make it look as if he was biting her ear, rather than talking into it. It was best to feign a rebuke, than to allow any of them to know what was really occuring.

"You want to know the truth...?" he hissed in her ear. "I don't have any notion as to why...but something is stopping me from killing you...and it interests me..." "So keep your mouth shut and maybe you'll live long enough for me to pursue this strange feeling..." Then he raised his head and levelled his eyes with the others.

[Bovine]

I sense the
[ r e p e r c u s s i o n s ]


Harrow narrowed her silver eyes as Anarchy lowered himself to the prisoner's ear......perhaps to look like he was biting her...
She could see that there was something strange going on; maybe that the others couldn't see? She wasn't sure....
But what she did know, was that this could only lead to trouble, whatever it was.