S.X.ave Me From The Nothing I've Becom.X.e

[phobia]

For days, Phobia had roamed these neverending fields in search of something. He couldn't quite place his paw on it - "it" kept moving from his outstretched claws. "It" didn't want him to find it. "It" wanted to play hide and seek forever, until the day Phobia was no longer among the ranks of the living, until the day Phobia was just the soil in which the grass grew abundantly.

Words floated pointlessly through his mind. Some words formed questions, the answers to which would most likely change his life completely. Forever. Until the day Phobia was no longer among the ranks of the living.

Deep, confused yellow hues searched the plains for miles. What would he find here? Nothing. Nothing. This place was empty. This place held nothing for him. This place would not make his life any better than the nothing it was now. But he was strangely drawn to it...

[Siren]

What was this? A tom... How interesting...

She was a silhouette, like a ghost, a shadow, that watched him in deadly silence. It was like her mouth was stitched closed, like she was forbidden to speak... Forevermore.

Steady yet graceful legs held her high as the wind rippled across her... Imperfect pelt If only it had been pure black, if only. Amber orbs that glowed like stars against the blackish fur, unblinking, poisonously so.

Why was he here, she wondered, why? So many questions... All incomplete. Siren watched, like she always did, a sly smile creeping across her face.

Beware the Siren's song...

[phobia]

What was this?

The wind carried soft, beautiful, seductive singing on it. But he looked around. No cat was singing. He only saw one other cat on the whole windy field, and that was a graceful brown and black streaked she-cat. She stood like royalty...

"Who are you?"

His call rang out across the meadow like a song. This...this goddess...she stood so...so regally. Did she bring the song? The light, windy music? Phobia looked around, his hypnotizing yellow hues searching once more.

[Siren]

Good, that got his attention.

"Who are you? ... I am Siren.. Who may you be?"

Her voice was mystical, just like her wordless songs, whimsical, mysterious.. Luring. Many a salior lost their lives to a siren song out at sea, but this Siren just used her perfect voice to sing, not lure... Or did she? Though the real sirens ate their prey... But the beautiful black and brown she-cat was no cannibal.

Now she sat, sleek tail wrapping gingerly around her paws as her fur danced in a fog-like fashion with the wind. Those glowing amber eyes were wide and curious, yet cold and questioning at the same time.

If any goddess... Siren was a goddess of war and perfection.

[phobia]

"Phobia. My name - the heartless name my father gave to me - is Phobia."

He padded closer to Siren, starting off in a trot but broke out into a gallop. When he sat only feet away from her, he looked her up and down. Beautiful...her name fell perfectly into the legends.

Even if she hadn't tried, she had lured him into a hypnotized state...more hypnotized than a cat looking into his deep yellow hues would be.

[Siren]

"Phobia?"

She laughed, a dangerous sound.

"Is being named after the creation of survival so horrible?"

She teased, eyes flashing. Indeed, phobia... It was fear. Fear; fear was the emotion of survival. If there was no fear, would you not attack the bear? If there was no fear, you would not be afraid to die.

Slowly, black and brown lids closed and reopened, revealing her amber eyes once again. You might think she was flirting with him, or was she teasing? It was another incomplete question, and Siren didn't like imperfections.

"Why are you here, Phobia?"

She rolled the name off her tongue like a sweet taste, a dangerously sweet.

[phobia]

"Survival?"

His questioning purr was accompanied by a flirtatious raise of the eyebrows.

"Fear is the creation of survival? And why do you say that?"

He circled her slowly, maw stretching in an evil grin. No, not evil as in I'm going to kill you - evil as in...evil.

Ooc: Okay short. Don't bug me. xD

[Siren]

Ha. Siren truely was perfect, knowing so much more than the silly tom.

"Without fear, would you not fear death?"

She smiled, showing her wickedly sharp teeth. Her eyes did not follow him, they just simply stared at where he once was as she was circled.

"And if you didn't fear dying, what would the point be you surviving, mmm?"

Now her amber orbs watched him out of the corner of her eyes.. Following him like a hunter stalking the prey.

[phobia]

"I do not fear death."

He stopped circling her, the grin replaced by a frown and the twinkle gone from his deep yellow hues.

"But I still have the will to live.

If I did not have the will to live, then I would not stand here before you as I do now, would I? I would be dead already."

Another question popped into his mind - one only Siren could answer.

"And you? Do you fear death?"

[Siren]

Now she frowned also, a scowl written across her maw. She hated being wrong, because then she was not perfect... Perfection was everything. But the silly tom, she didn't explain it all, and he oviously wasn't normal if he didn't fear death... Yes. That was it. As she thought this, the smile slowly returned, but then he asked her a question.

"Do I fear death? Indeed, I do. And that is why I am..."

She trailed off. Why was she talking to the tom again? He wasn't good enough to talk to, right? Her fine face looked thoughtful for a minute, before the whimiscal 'goddess' rose to her paws and begain to trot away, the wind playing with her fur like fog once more... And once more she looked like a ghost.. A shell of someone she was not.

Her pace slowed as she looked over her shoulder and shot a smile at the tom, then blinked slowly at him, before turning back, and the mysteriously luring music started up once more...

[phobia]

"Wait!"

Phobia ran to her side, then kept a steady trot with her. What, wasn't he good enough for her?

"Where did you think you'd go?"

He smiled. She wasn't going to get anywhere without Phobia close behind...or, for that matter, right beside her. Although she may not like him being there all of the time - every night, every morning, every afternoon - he'd be there. Every waking hour, minute, second. He'd be there. And she wouldn't be able to get rid of him.

[Siren]

A secret smile.

She was... Fasinated by this tom, she didn't quite know why, he wasn't all that interesting... As far as she knew, atleast. And now she sped up, she was playing with him now.

Where would she go..? Her singing stopped, and turned into her magical voice.

"Wherever I will go, would you follow? If that is the case then, I will go wherever you will go."

She grinned. That basicly ment, because he was following her, and she following him, and he following her... Well, that she would go wherever she wanted to go because he would be following her and she, following him.

Makes perfect sense, no?

Now she turned the question on him, however. She did not like to leave questions unanswered.

"Who are you, beyond your eyes?"

[phobia]

"Beyond my eyes?"

His hypnotic eyes.

"Beyond me eyes..."

Those hypnotic eyes. Without them he was...he was no one. Nothing lay beyond those hypnotic eyes. Ah, she was getting to him...in a good way, of course.

"Beyond my eyes is nothing."

[Siren]

To this, she said nothing. There wasn't much to say, really. But now she stopped, perfectly on the spot.

"You cannot be nothing if you exist."

And now she smiled, like a fox. And the singing started up once more.

Ooc: The shortness burns :c

[phobia]

Phobia thought for a moment, his deep yellow eyes not blinking. He existed...but he wasn't a significant role in the world. Nothing was him.

"My eyes are all of me. They contain my emotions. You?"

[Siren]

"Beyond my eyes, dear Phobia,"

Words had found their way into her whimiscal voice, twisting and intertwining with the luring song. And the almost pure ebony female now lifted her chin, as if royalty.

"Is perfection."

A sly, seducting smile spread on her maw, showing her beautifuly white teeth. Silt pupils rolled in liquid amber to focus on the rouge tom, an also welcoming look shone in those hues.

"Do you like perfection, Phobia?"

[phobia]

A sly smirk - matching his

dear Siren's - spread across his maw. Phobia padded close to her and sat in front of her. They sat directly opposite each other, and the black tom's tail twitched in a strange form of happiness.

"I love perfection, dearest Siren."[/b]

He leaned in closer, only a few mouselengths taller than Siren, and licked her forehead, purring. After he had, he stepped back, to make sure she wouldn't claw his eyes out or bite off his nose. Was he under her spell?

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[Siren]

She continued to smile as she accepted his affection. Any other cat, she may have just struck out, and render them useless.

But no... She liked this tom, he was... Interesting. He was...

.... Hers.

Siren rose to her paws, suggestive smile still drawn across her maw, and stepped lightly on small paws towards 'her' tom. She moved like fog around his body, pressing her thin frame against him, tail coiling under his chin.

Amber eyes hovered next to his head as her voice whispered to him, her luring voice...

"Good."

[phobia]

That same smirk was still stuck onto his face as Siren twisted around him. It was as if a mist was setting in around him. Her cool pelt was soft as it touched his.

Now Phobia knew why he had been drawn to this field...she roamed it.

Just as he did. Perhaps they could roam together?

"Good."

He repeated her. His smirk grew into more of a genuine smile. Phobia stood, his tail slowly brushing her chin, and he moved closer.

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[Siren]

She watched him, purring. Oh yes, he was hers, indeed; but was he worthy enough for her to be his? The sly smile turned wicked, a cheshire grin. She stood, wind playing with her fur once more, bestowing the look of a ghostly being upon the beautiful she-cat. One amber orb winked, and she turned from him, and bolted down the slope.

A test of speed? Oh yes.

Catch me if you can, prettyboy.