The Marks of {a} Monster [[Private || Ana]]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] Hot tears streamed down from his ruby eyes, his cheeks stained wet with the past minutes of sobbing silently. There he lay, like an ignorant kit, on a tavern bed at the third floor, farthest from prying eyes. It was there he could finally let himself go, cry for a moment without anyone to see or laugh at him. He didnt want the pity either, he had gotten enough from his brother a couple nights prior..but he just wanted to be alone. A cheerful buzz lifted from the floorboards, the pub below was brimming with happiness and ignorance. Oh how he wished to live with such ignoarnce. A hiccup escaped his pink lips as he sat up and ripped the hood off his face and tossed it angrily to the wooden floor aside his cushioned bed. Why had he chosen the more up scale tavern? Well...most of the cats he considered friends lived in the South quarter and hung out there on most occassions...this was safer then any place. Running his arm across his face aggressively to remove the tears he pulled back abruptly, the bruises and cuts on his face stung angrily at his touch. Wincing with anger he rose shakily from his borrowed bed to the room door, closing it snuggly...forgetting to lock it. "Look at me....the true Forgotton Heir...marked and disgusting" he spat flinging his arms angrily to knock over a jar of water that had been placed on a cuboard not too far from his bed. It landed with a loud crash, glass dancing in every direction before coming to rest on the floor. "Shit!" he exclaimed tacking a set back with widened ruby eyes. How could he be so reckless, guilt and hatred for himself clear on his face. Slowly he bent down, body bruised scarred, and began to pick up each peice and lay them neatly in a pile. With careful steady paws he managed to gather half before he let out a saddened sigh and sat up against one wall, his knees to his chest and his face barried for a moment.

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[atrb=background,http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1953/anamiddle.png] " E-excuse me.. s'cuse me. .. . I SAID EXCUSE ME!! " she finally shrieked above the loud and merry laughter. Though thoroughly annoyed at this point at being ignored thus far a smile still tickled her maw as she took another toms paw and made her way on top of a counter so that she could over look the crowd, whose attention she finally had. " Ehm. Have any of you kind folk seen a white cat, kinda frail-ish looking, usually accompanied with a sour attitude and a gold and black hood? " she purred over the music that continued to belt from the stage. She stood there for several moments as the crowd mumbled amongst themselves before the tavern owner waved her down and she crouched down to hear him better " Ey, I've seem em. Rented a room on the third floor if I'm correct lassie. " Ana had thanked the Owner before jumping down and making her way up up the stairs in a bit of a haste. Snow was suppose to meet her at the clearing near her home but he never made it, which was cruelly unusual. If he couldn't make it he usually had some mysterious note sent or some form of telling her but not tonight. She had gotten nothing, not even a thread of fur from the tom and it worried her greatly. She had searched all over taverns and usual hide outs and this was the last place she could think of that he would run to if something happened, that, or the dungeons, a thought that made her blood run cold. As she reached the third floor she started banging on each door getting nothing from them or voices that clearly weren't Snows before she came to the final door, worry tinging her voice by now " Snow?? SNOW! Please answer! You KNOW I'll find another way in there if you ignore me! " she banged on the door and even let out a little huff and thumping her hind paw on the floor boards in irritation. Giving him a minute or two to answer or she was busting through the windows.

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] The knock on the door pulled from his miserable state but only for a moment, agonizing saddness replaced by sudden fear of being seen in this terrible state. For what seemed like forever he sat there in silence, contemplating whether to stay silent, hoping she would move on...but realization struck him when he remembered he was dealing with Ana here. She wasn't the type to give up and walk away. She would brake down the door just to make sure she wasn't right. A tingle of desperation crawled up his spine. He could hide his face, yes, but not the rest of his body. His ribs were scattered with black and blue splotches along with the scratches on that ran along his body. Desperately his eyes searched the room for something, anything, to hide him. He couldbt just tell her to go away. He had blew off a meeting with her and had forgotten to say something, she would be too nosy to leave him be. With a furrowed brow he nodded as he mentally unhatched a plan. "One minute, Ana! Can't a tom have his privacy?" he yowled trying to sound more irritated rather then he had just been sobbing not too long ago. Hopefully the merry laughter that echoed around the halls of the tavern had disguised the crack in his voice. Slowly he rose again, afraid to strain something before he pulled the sheets from the top of the bed and bounded in before covering himself from head to toe, only his ruby gaze could be seen from where he lay. "Come in, Ana..." he mreowed not so enthusiastically, keeping the blanket tucked around his body.

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[atrb=background,http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1953/anamiddle.png] She stood there examining her claws as she mentally counted down the seconds until she heard something from him ears perking to hear his words. ' Ha! He is in there!' She rolled her eyes and gave the door a 'really?' look since she couldn't give it to Snow himself " Snow, There is nothing private about what you do in a room. Half the she-cats in the kingdom probably know every INCH of that fuzzy white body! " she yowled back. Her tail lashed once and her paws now rested on her hips as she heard him scurry about inside and had even taken a couple steps back, prepared to bust the door open before he gave her permission to enter. Ana opened the door and looked around, having to do a double take at him buried under the sheets and was in all honesty, and clearly displaced on her face, dumbfounded as she closed the door behind her " Don't tell me I have to tell you Kitten Tales to you too? I'm JUST getting Mist outta that phase! " she purred sarcastically, but her eyes held worry within their silver depths as she searched the sheets thoroughly with her eyes. She walked over to the bed and sat at the end facing Snow and tilted her head to one side " Tell me Mr. Turtle with eyes made of rubies, do you know where I can find my right hand tom so I can find out what's wrong with him? " she smiled gently. His hood on the floor caught her attention and she narrowed her eyes on it. Was that a small blotch of blood? Did he fall off a roof again? The possibilities of where the blood came from were endless and she tore her eyes away from it to look back at Snow as she waited for his reply.

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] Haven could feel his body grow instantly frigid as the door opened and the she-cat strolled on in as if she owned the place. His fur bristled but he decided to try and stay calm, try to convince her he was ok, and have her leave as soon as possible. Hiw mind whirled with different lies but none seemed very realistic and he shuddered to think what the truth would do to their friendship. He could remember many times when it would have been perfect to tell the she-cat his true identity, but then she would instantly start talking about her dislike for the royal family and the likes of them. It was if she could read his intentions...she just didnt know it. He smirked but regretted it soon after, the scrapes on his face screaming in protest as the skin pulled slightly as it was scarring over. "Mist will never grow out of kit tales...I have fortunately and I don't need one told to me" he said 'a matter factly', his hips would have swayed if he was standing and said it then. His ruby eyes glared from the cave of sheets he curled around his face and body. "I'm ok, Ana, just....sick, yeah" he confirmed with a mock cough, hoping it sounded convincing enough. He extended his not so damaged paw from the sheets protection to point at the door tiredly. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to be alone, not pestered" his voice was muffled slightly by the sheets which made it hard to take him seriously. He hated being mean to her, but this was how they usually acted, being blunt and cynical was a usual thing. Fun was another thing they enjoyed too, but now was not the time, he didnt want her to see him so...beaten.

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[atrb=background,http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1953/anamiddle.png] Ana smirked as he replied to her kit tales comment and leaned back on her forepaws on the bed as she stared at him. She cocked an eye brow as be belted a poor excuse of a lie but decided to play along with it, her tail twitching as usual whenever she was amused " Oh but Snow! You don't sound lie you're sick. You don't sound hoarse and you don't look pale, well, paler then a white cat usually does! " she quickly grabbed his paw before he could retract it back into the depths of the blanket and she purred " You don't feel warm, BUT if you're truly sick a good friend just can't leave you alone! I'll stay here and take care of you! Then you can explain this mysterious disease you have that kept you from even sending a sign you couldn't make it. " she purred. She couldn't hide it, and didn't even try, she was extremely amused at his predicament currently. She hopped up and opened the closet at the corner of the room and pulled out a large bowl and rag. She couldn't help but glance over to him and wrinkle her nose as she snickered lightly at his glare from amidst the blankets and couldn't help but find it adorable in an amusing sense " You know, you look like an adorable angry kit that got scolded for something they didn't do, being all huddled under that blanket!" she teased before opening the door and calling down the hall at a tavern hand for some water, purposely not leaving the room herself. She set the bowl down on the dresser by the door, rag now in it, before walking back over to him, the tinge of worry returning to her gaze as she stood at the foot of the bed " Now, before I pull you out from under there to really find out what's wrong with you, would you like to tell me what's going on? Are you hurt? Is someone after you? I can only help if you tell me. . . " she spoke softly, unable to hide the concern that drowned her tone, something she could usually control but Snow was too dear to her. He had set her free from life in jail, and she had taught him everything she knew, and even the new things she learns on her adventures. The fact he was hiding from her now making her worried for him.