Now Here We Go Again

[allyaliboo5]

Sassy yowled in frustration and pain as she padded on through the seeminglyso never-ending meadow. Her paws were about to crumble off from walking so much. Two of her pads were bleeding terribly.

Where am I?

Her yowl echoed through the still morning air, coated with frosty dew. She collapsed after hearing the birds mock her, like she was lost.

Frig, I am lost!

[Darkazure]

Were you ever lonely? Were you ever scared?

Me, I’m scared all the time. Lonely all the time. Or maybe just alone. It makes you desperate.

You know why I love the rain? It’s like how they talk about how it makes everything clean. That’s why I love the rain. Can’t remember the last time I felt clean.

It’s not just me. It’s the whole world that’s been used and trashed and beaten down. It’s a mean world, and that’s the truth. Full of mean felines with mean hearts who do mean things.

A mean, mean world.

So maybe you have to be mean to survive. And that’s the name of the game, isn’t it?

Survival?

You never asked my story. I thought it was because you didn’t care. But that’s not right, is it? It’s not that you didn’t care….

…it’s because you thought you already know it.

Well, maybe you did know it, maybe all this is, it’s just….maybe it’s just a waste of time. Maybe I’m completely wrong, and you are what you seemed at first.

But I don’t think so.

See, I think I figured you out. Maybe it’s only the meanest of them all who can afford to give a damn.

I don’t know when they’re coming. I don’t know what they’ll do when they get here. I just know that they will, and that when it happens, it’ll be bad for me.

Maybe they’ll just come and take me back; say it’s time to come home.

Like that place ever was my home. If that’s what they want, I won’t go. I won’t go back there. They’ll have to kill me first.

Is that something else you know about? Killing?

Now, I’ve seen tough and I’ve seen pain. And I know I’m not tough, because I’ve been in pain.

In a mean world, you’ve got to portion out caring, right? You have to pick your battles. Decide who’s worth the effort. The measure can be arbitrary, it doesn’t matter….

…as long as the measure is yours, right?

I believe you, and you have no idea what that means to me, do you? It’s like I can sleep tonight, you know? Really sleep, really rest, and not worry anymore. You make me feel safe.

Did you get it? Was I clear enough? When they come for me, will you do what I need?

See, I can’t give you everything, because I can’t be sure you’ll be the one to get it. A lot if it you’re just gonna have to figure out on your own, and if I could, I would make it easier. But I can’t.

Thing of it is, I’m sure you won’t need much.

Remember that. Because there will be others who come along, say they want to help, say they want the same thing. When they tell you that, they’re telling you a lie, but not because they want to. It’s because they don’t know.

I’m just the one that got away.

But you never really get away, do you? So when my brothers come to get me, I’m counting on your to make it right. And I’m sorry, I should just say that now. I’m sorry to put this one you.

You didn’t ask for my burdens.

You don’t need mine. But what else was I supposed to do? Nobody ever believed me when I told them the truth. What else was I supposed to do?

I tried and tried. They didn’t listen. They didn’t care.

Everyone always wants proof.

When it comes to it, though, the only proof they’ll get is my discarded corpse. And then it’s too late, isn’t it? That’s the way it goes. They’ll make what happened to me mundane.

They’ll make it forgettable.

That’s what scares me the most. Even if you do nothing more, please, do this for me.

My name is Lastdance.

Don’t forget me.

.x.

Her again.

Golden orbs opened, ever watchful, ever wary. The older tom yawned, ears flicking to capture all the sounds that the cool morning breeze carried to him.

Lastdance.

Muscles pulsed calmly, as he rose from the nest he had made in a bed of long grass, stepping out into the sunshine.

His mate, cruelly killed by the paws of the clan she had held so dear to.

Birds, chirping wildly. Complaining of another’s presence. The older tom, blue-grey fur warmed by the rising sun, lifted his head. No, they were not angry at him. He was not the one to foolishly stumble about, alerting every cat in the vicinity of one’s own presence.

No, it was a silly little she-cat. He angled his head slightly to the side, studying the little fela whom had yet to notice the older rogue.

Ah, rogue. A word he loved so dearly anymore. However, he sought a clan he had heard far and wide about.

Boneclan. The end to the end, the bane to all clans.

And, of yes, it was Darkazure’s single goal to rid the world of that miserable pestilence that called itself clan life.

But no matter, I digress.

Darkazure moved a single step towards the little fela, still considering. He needed a few pawns to play his little game. A diabolical grin captivated his maw for a brief span of several moments, before swiftly being replaced by a well-played one of false concern.

“Are you lost, little fae?”

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[OOC - Sorry about the uber long post - got an idea for Darkazure's entrance, and ran off quite a bit with it.]

[Unlucky]

Ooc: Omg Umber oxo That is the sweetest post EVER! You just a wonderful job on it <33

[allyaliboo5]

A voice. More cats?

Hello?

The she-cat lifted her head from its resting position. Who else would want to live out here, in the middle of a field? Then she remembered what Crisp had said, about this Bane character.

Where am I?

Sassy stood up defensively, ready for a fight.

Ooc: Yeah, that was a great post :3

[Darkazure]

Oh ho, now this was amusing! Darkazure’s concerned look never even wavered. He should be an actor in Hollywood; his false image was that smooth.

“You are in the Rogue Meadow. Did no one have the heart to tell you that?”

The older tom appeared to be genuinely friendly; after all, he could have simply attack the fela and went on with his life like many a rogue tom would have.

Auds pricked forward, yellow gaze, considering yet remaining guarded, trained tself on the female, blue-grey pelt flowing over muscular frme as he circled, making sure she could see that if she felt threatened she had a clear avenue of escape.

One did not get the best pawns by terrifying them – he mused to himself. The best ones followed your ideals with a willing heart.

Unlike Shapeshifter, but that tom was only a part of The Trinity – the fallen. Darkazure was the Nexus.

[OOC - D'aww, it wasn't that good.]

[allyaliboo5]

Sassy looked up at the blue-gray tom that circled her like an eagle. Then she smirked, looking into his eyes.

No, no one told me I was in Rogue Meadow. Are you Bane?

The she-cat heaved herself into a standing position and raised her head suspiciously.

Ooc: Of course, she won't know who Baney is :3

[Darkazure]

“Darkazure’s the name, not Bane.”

What did the little she-cat know of Bane? Darkazure yawned, looking like a lazy older tom who’d just woken up – which was true. However, appearances were deceiving; that mind was active and alert.

“I’m new to these lands myself.”

He spoke the truth there; for a long, long time did the Nexus travel. Through war-torn lands, some peaceful and quiet. Others with hidden desires for conquest, tension reflecting delicately under the surface of clan interaction.

Clans.

Every clan had at least one life destroyed in the name of the clan. In the name of their ideals; their beliefs.

Like poor Lastdance. Like Battledream. Like Darkazure himself, and his old friend Blackheart.

Now that though was surprising, he hadn’t thought of the older black tom who was once his best friend in quite a long time. Not since he had taken up with the rogue female and they’d parted ways.

[allyaliboo5]

Sassy looked down disappointedly. So she had not found Bane.

Aah.

She glanced up at Darkazure.

Are you part of Bane's 'BoneClan' group, then? If you aren't, then you can just leave me alone.

Ooc: I have such short posts X3

[Darkazure]

“Indeed, I am not. But I seek them. We are standing upon the proper terra though.”

Darkazure lifted his head, golden hues considering and watchful. He had yet to make a threat towards the young female, nor would he unless provoked.

And it took a lot to provoke the wise warrior.

[OOO – I’m so bad. Luff on my own short post. *kills muses who ran away*]

[Bristleclaw]

Sassy purred. If she said that this tom was helping her, would it be true? Could she honestly say that they would work together to find BoneClan?

Let's go, then.

She turned and looked around, expecting the tom to follow. If he did not, that was his problem. He could get lost on his own, but being lost together would be much easier.

[Darkazure]

Now now; who ever said Darkazure was lost?

The older tom had been within the Boneclan borders for a fair amount of time now – not poking around or arousing attention like some cats were doing, but remaining watchful. Patient. Already he was quite aware of where most of the main locations were at in the territory – from where the pregnant cannibal female’s den was, to the Boneclan main camp.

But he didn’t share any of that information with the little female. No, he followed her with a faintly amused look, tail waving high above him. Let her be lost – he’d join her for now.

[Bristleclaw]

The Beat Of xx

Sassy purred as the tom followed her. Then she decided that this would be an easier approach to find Bane and his BoneClan:
"BANE!" she yowled. The dainty she-cat had a very loud voice. If Bane did not hear her, he must be deaf. "Bane, I am on your borders.

"Darkazure, do you know the way?" she continued, though not screeching so loudly anymore. She sat and waited for a reply from the longhaired tom, beginning to groom her short chest fur.

The Siamese looked up into Darkazure's eyes. A subtle amusement lay there. Sassy looked around, searching for this 'Bane' fellow. His BoneClan.

My Heart xx

[Sabrestar]

We're all to blame;
We're dying in vain,
We're hopelessly blissful and blind to all we are.

We wanted it all.

With no sacrifice.

"Oh, dear passerbys, must you intrude on such a lovely evening?"

My, was lovely a lie. It was cold, it was bitterly cold, autumn winds pricking probing fingers of ice into the flesh of the felines gathered about the naked, autumn forest.

An entrance to eternal suffering offered to only the most empty-soulled.

There's no room in heaven for the faithless.

There she was, the Queen of Boneclan; one of Bane's finest assassins, and perhaps, one of Bane's most dedicated warriors, and, perhaps, even Bane's equal.
Or, at least, somewhere close to it.
The Maine Coon, her beautiful face sillhoutted by the thinnest ray of light, her rosen eyes twinkled something horrible, glistened something fatelessly terrible.

Let me tell you, for such a fine figure on the outside, her inside's so twisted she's got a thousand mazes that lead to a shattered heart that beats off-tempo and screams lonely anger.
Her sleek, shining sierra brown coat, swimming over the muscles that writhed like ghosts in cellophane, she's an impressive figure. Twistedrose, she moves with the grace of a killer, she moves with the grace of innocence when in reality, she's anything but.
She's got a thousand lies behind those eyes, and she's got a thousand words behind those lips. She'll tantalize hearts before crushing them without a single moment's hesitation because this is who she is.

She's a cold hearted bitch.

Black stripes running down her legs and slender back, she swayed from the bough of a tree in which her body had twined itself upon. Her jaw rested playfully on crossed paws, her tail dangled down and tapped Sassy's head.

"Bane is not fond of screaming fools such as yourself."

Twistedrose, she purred, smiling.
Always smiling, a mocking leer that seems too.. too evil for such a pretty face.

"We wouldn't want the big bad wolf to come and eat you up because of your screaming mouth, now, would we, love?"

Yep.
She's a bitch.
But a clever, dangerous bitch at that.

Miserable bliss.

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[Bristleclaw]

xxTheBeatOfxx

A flash of brown and sandy fur. Blue eyes like gems glaring at this she-cat. The Siamese was on her paws in an instant, ready for anything. Anything. Anything like Bane, but this she-cat was no Bane. Bane was a tom. Apparently, from what she had heard, Bane was pure black, in peltage and in heart. A black-hearted theif; liar; betrayer; killer. What she liked in a man.

One and a half years of life knew not to trust a cat who seemed so friendly. They were probably going to rip your lungs out once you turned your back.

Sassy would not take that.
Sassy. The beautiful Siamese down the lane. Not anymore. She hoped to someday be a cold-blooded killer. And with the right training, she would be.

"I'm sorry, miss. Would you happen to know where Bane is, so I can shut my screaming mouth?"

xxMyHeartxx

[Darkazure]

“Well well, aren’t you one twisted little rose.”

Darkazure’s yellow orbs glittered - what kind of game would Twistedrose play? What kind of lie would she weave?

Deception. A taunting, malevolent game played by a select few. And what part did this Boneclan female play?

A twisted turn. Delicate strings of life entangled. A single flash. Nothing.

Would she try to play her game with him?

Darkazure wasn’t old – although he was most likely older than most cats who wandered the Rogue Meadows. Only the strongest survivors made it to his age – or even older. The twisted wisdom he had – his jaded view of clans – those were his essence. Those were the things that he held onto – even the day his world was stripped so agonizingly away.

But that was then. That path he had once padded down had ended – an abrupt, mind-numbing flash of desolation and loss.

This was not the end.

No.

Darkazure was not out for revenge. He was out to destroy. Lies, deception, death, murder….any way possible.

And already his plans were underway. Soon, two of the four clans that called the portion of land home would be torn apart by warfare with each other. He had scouts sent out. He had eyes everywhere.

Two clans. Why just two? The other two would be drug in, one way or the other. Why should Bane lose valuable warriors fighting against a united front of the four clans? If they were at war with each other – they would be sufficiently weakened.

They did not know yet. No one knew anything but those who served the older tom; and they didn’t have the full plan.

Nor did they each realize how expendable that they all were.

The grey and white tom stepped forward, his manner calm, if not a little aloft.

[Sabrestar]

Twistedrose, she laughed. It was the type of cackle one would hear coming from the crimson lips of a witch in those old movie films; you know, right before she kills the beautiful princess. It's the type of cackle one would hear in their nightmares; where those piercing red eyes suddenly blink out of nowhere and alight darkness. You know.

An evil laugh, to put it to the simplest.

Rose, she shifted, rising smoothly to her paws before dropping neatly from the branch. It swayed and bounced from the released weight and cast dancing shadows on the ground as the feline landed on her toes, dust swirling around her slender legs.

"Bane, monsieur Bane.."

She laughed again, softer this time, her long, flowing, auburn coat shining blood red within the moon's faded light, seeking serpentine snakes of nightmares and phantasy.

"Tell me, love, do you think you are up to par to join this league of empty-hearted killers? For a feline so soft, so pretty, so polite like yourself, do you think Bane would think of you as a sharpened tool; a readied weapon? Tell me, love, are you cold inside?

Tell me, do you have what it takes to survive a day in hell? Do you have what it takes to survive a lifetime in hell?"

Her muzzle turned, and her piercing, glistening, washed-out coral eyes, they twinkled and sparkled something horrible. She was watching both of them; Sassy, and Darkazure.

A tongue flicked past her lips.

Twistedrose, how beautiful she was; her twisted soul a horrible counterpart compared to such an elegant being.
For beauty is power; the same way territory is power; the same way claw and fang is power.
Rose, she uses this power to kill.
Rose, she uses this power to betray.
Rose, she uses this power to live.
She's a vampire; she lives off of suffering, she savours the taste of despair from the lives of the dying anguish.

And she said,

"He is here, he is everywhere, always watching.

In the lands of cursed sin, He is God."

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[Bristleclaw]

|To the BEAT of my|

Sassy thought for a moment. Was she strong enough to survive even a day in hell? Perhaps. With training, definitely. If Bane could do it, any cat could do it. Bane wasn't some insanely special cat, was he? No cat had superpowers, did they?

Try me, dearie, the sandy-furred she-cat purred, and she tensed herself to pounce. As she thought, she was reminded of fighting techniques her father would teach her.

Then, instead of pouncing first, Sassy waited for this other she-cat to attack. And Bane - God, I suppose - will he be harder to fight than you?

|To the BEAT of my HEART|