A Rare Sight (Calamity/Diablo Roleplay)

[kate0808]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/kewvep.png] The peaceful, quiet evening was no more when the festivals began. The warlock had a feeling of unease caused from being so far away from his homelands, which could be described as lonely and eerily silent. The ominous quiet shrouding the Witches' Hollow was easily unsettling for most felines, but Diablo thought it could be described as tranquil for a change. He never knew a place more calming than his own home territory. Now, his ears twitched from the pounding noises of music playing in the background and felines chattering and gossiping silently to eachother. This was certainly an odd mixture of noises for the warlock, who never came out of his homeland for such frivulous things like festivals and tournaments. Now, however, he wished to spend the festival days with the queen's maiden, Calamity. The thin, lithe frame of the warlock glided through the crowded area, the ebony cloak fluttering slightly in the calm breeze. He could not shrug off the unease from being so far away from the forests, but he would have to cope with that eventually. He should be having fun, considering this was a festival. All around him, the bodies of other felines seemed crowded together and pushing against eachother in eagerness to be ahead of the riot of oddly-conjured noises. Diablo, the warlock with crimson eyes, leaped over a leaning, alcohol-induced body, sighing and shaking his head in annoyance. "Since when did felines collapse in the middle of streets from drinking so much ale and booze that they could not hold their balance on their paws anymore?" he murmured, thinking that even he himself could hold more alcohol than that.

[silvaah]

Step. Hop. Step. Hope. Was the steady beat of Calamity Zerelci's skipping, her back legs barely touching the earth as she traveled. The slight pudge of her hips barely made contact with any of the other felines as she passed them, deftly keeping out of their way as they set up. Preperations were finished, the festivities had begun. Her and her other queen maiden's had come along with the royals, joining in with the other towns folk. She had even splurged and agreed to compete in the battle tournaments. Perhaps not the wisest decision, but hey. She was still young. Still had an abundance of spring in her step, flick in her tail. Twitch in her ears. Nothing could touch her in such a prime. The activity almost made her forget why she was here in the first place. Flicking the hood of her cloak upward, Calamity made her way to the farther edges of the fields, looking for a familiar dark figure.

Diablo, or Dee dee, as she so affectionately called him privately, had finally agreed to meet her here at the festivals, if a little apprehensive at first. And who could blame him? His...er..kind of feline weren't exactly celebrated. Quite the contrary. Though nothing of that sort mattered to her. A person was a person, no matter their back round. Anyone willing to show kindness was definately a friend she'd like to have. A swift flicker of a shadow entered her peripheral, and she zipped around, spotting the darkly furred tom dodging a drunken cat, looking disgusted. Poor thing. Continuing her skip, the blue gray furred she cat established her self right beside him, poking him gently in the arm. "Hee hee. Didn't expect you to come actually. I thought I'd have to bribe you with an entire batch of cookies." she mewed gleefuly, taking his arm in her's.

[kate0808]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/kewvep.png] The shadow-colored warlock tasted the air, lurching back in disgust when he felt the taste of thick alcohol and unknown felines glide across his taste buds. What a horrid, putrid scent he had to be greeted by. He was looking for the only queen feline that he actually thought mattered, and that was certainly Calamity. However, he could not sniff her out in this sort of barrage of smells and tastes. How could he possibly do that? Diablo could only wait as silently as a shadow for the queen's maiden to come forth to him. He bent his head slightly, his blood-red eyes gazing down at his ebony paws, which were untainted by the mud from the forest, despite how he lived there and usually never came out. Diablo heaved himself up, getting ready to move forth through the crowd of arguing and chatting felines when he noticed that blue-grey pelt of Calamity's, which was soft and lush. She could be described as a well-groomed feline, but the most wonderful thing about her was how kind and caring she was to the ones that were dearest to her. She shared the same dark magic attributes as Diablo did, in the fact they both had the marks of dark magic: stubby tails. It was terrible for the two to balance, considering tails were the main things that felines used to balance with. A purr rumbled within the cold warlock's throat when he heard what Calamity had to say. "I thought I would never budge out of that hollow myself," he replied, smiling warmly at the queen's maiden, "but alas, I wanted to spend this fine, festival evening with you. And, ah, your baking skills are magnificent.~ I wish I could make such a wonderful batch of cookies as you did."

[silvaah]

Calamity couldn't help but blush at the compliments, and she giggled quick geekily in reply. "Oh stop it! You're making my ears turn purple." was her silent purr, giving a slight tug to the other's front leg. "You know, if actually been getting better at my cookies. They've been getting a lot more circulor. The kittens at the palace think they're getting tastier as well. I would of brought some for you but....your helping kind of got jacked from me...I'll make more for you! Don't worry." she promised, lips gently persed in a small pout. "I think I might need to actually start telling their mothers what they're doing. I can't just let them eat my friend's cookies! That's just barbaric and rude." She trailed off on that note, kicking up small clods of dirt with her back feet. Cats were continually thickening in crowds around them, shouting greetings. Insults. Congradulations. It was a bit of a jumble actually. Though the bobbed tailed she cat felt it nice. They were all here for the same purpose. To celebrate the coming of age of their dear prince Haden. Aaaaand perhaps make a little bit of money on the side.

"The prince must be out of sorts in such conditions. I hope he's not to stressed about all this." the slight blue gray she cat mumpled, placing one of her soft, pink padded paws against her mouth in thought. She she didn't know the prince personally, she still was in charge of taking care of him, 'fawning over' as many of the towns folk assumed the queen's maiden did. "Oh look~" The she cat suddenly meowed, pointing over to a large tarp shaded area. Cats were sitting on stools underneath, sweaping over canvases brightly dipped brushes, painting pictures fit for the castle walls. Calamity gave a slight tug of Diablo's limp, sending him a short and sweet smile. "We should go watch. Maybe they'll draw us in some weird abstract way." she giggled.

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/kewvep.png] The ebony-hued feline chuckled slightly, twitching his stubby tail in response. "Do not fret about the cats eating your cookies. It can boost the respect felines will give you, Calamity," he replied, grinning calmly down at the queen's maiden. He padded close beside her, wondering how it would be like to spend your entire life living it up in the lap of luxury. It certainly would be nice, not being disdained for once by most of the felines in society. He could not imagine being pampered right and left by other felines, considering he was barely a part of society in these conditions. The blue-grey feline's fur was soft to the touch, and the brush of her fur against his was oddly comforting in some way. Something about being around the queen's maiden made the warlock more at ease. Diablo was jerked out of his ponderings when he heard Calamity speak once more. Her voice was soft and caring, reflecting her tranquil and easy-going attitude. "Indeed so," he replied, nodding slightly, "but it is fun to enjoy these festival activites. I hope he can share the joy, considering this is his Crowning Ceremony." The warlock himself knew nothing of what royalty did, since he barely went into the streets to actually check on the bustling of felines here and there. Diablo twitched his ears, his crimson eyes widening. He never really thought of such treasures as artwork and dancing, considering how solitary he had been ever since his mother had died from her disease. 'Not even the doctors would help her back then, but I can see Calamity is different from the rest of the felines I knew,' he thought to himself, smiling and nodding. "Art's not really my thing, but I will if you wish to, Calamity. I'm sure it would be amusing."

[silvaah]

"Oh Gosh you're starting to sound like those weird servant, 'your wish is my command' sort of guys." The youthful she cat laughed, flitting over to the grouping of painters. All seemed to be completely focused on their works, paying no attention to her as she brushed past. All of the canvases seemed to depict the same thing: a nature scene of some sort, whether it be a stream, a forest, birds soaring over the ocean. Calamity was a bit disappointed that none seemed to depict the wonderful business of the kindom. No shopkeepers holding their own, selling their products. Now barhands serving customers of all kinds ale. No dancers hopping across street corners, twisting their bodies to almost painful positions. 'Well, they're pretty either way.' the petite blue gray she cat thought, ears falling slightly. Turning back to her 'date', Calamity lifted her head, smiling brightly. "Diablo, you wouldn't mind escorting me to the dancing tent, would you? I've heard a lot of great performers are there at the moment setting up shop. We should watch to see if we can catch a show." Though she could already gues what he was reply to that. Just listen to what he said about he painters. It was pitiful to see such a nice soul so numbed and impartial, uninterested in the wonders of the festival. Sure, he may of gotten a drunkard tripping over his paws, but didn't seeing the festivities make it some what worth while? Though, it was incredibly sweet for him to of come, if only for her own enjoyment. Taking his paw into hers, she patted his head gently with the other, grinning with all her fangs. "You're taller than me. That may be a problem." she concluded with a wink, pulling him off to the dancing tent. Hopefully he wouldn't be too against her suggestion....when she told him. ( lD hee hee but short post is short ;n;)

[kate0808]

Diablo smiled slightly in reply, amused by this over-joyed queen's maiden he had met not so long ago. How this unlikely friendship had come to be, Diablo could not respond to that. A witch and a queen's maiden becoming close friends was indeed a rare sight to behold. Queen's maidens barely came out of the Frozen Palace to begin with, let alone did they ever go into the Witches' Hollow. The crimson eyes of the warlock flickered over to the painting of the dark forest, which most likely was an artist's portrayal of the Witches' Hollow. It seemed close enough, but the way the light did not draw into the canopy of trees and strike the earthen ground at all...Did everybody think the Witches' Forest was really that dark? Perhaps the portrayal was only for the customers' amusement.
The warlock turned to his wonderful companion, his hollow, crimson eyes seeming to light up slightly when he saw the small queen's maiden. She planned to go into the dancing tent? Oh, good lord, how would this end well? However, Diablo just dipped his head courteously and nodded slightly. "It is your decision. After all, I'm only just a warlock," he replied, huffing out the last word. He then seemed to freeze when Calamity checked their heights. Diablo let himself be dragged off by the queens' maiden, and perhaps it was because he was shocked at what he thought Calamity might be hinting at.