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Post by Kelvali on Jul 20, 2012 20:30:50 GMT -5
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It was these types of nights that he enjoyed the most, the moon crept just above the hollow craters that allowed light to filter into the cat kingdom, the breeze from the ocean settled upon the sleeping town with a hint of salty goodness. The ruby-eyed tom couldn't help but smirk in content as he lept from one roof to the next until his paws gently came upon a red shingled rooftop where he found himself most nights, when his queen maidens didn't whine to much about him leaving the palace in the first place. Lowering his body slowly he rested his rump softly onto the roof and let his legs dangle off the top. "Nice view' he smirked as he popped the cork to his herbal vile and took a quick drink, his eyes wafting over the Seascape tavern maybe a block away. He could here the soft laughters and jolly singing, the occassional bells of a dancer making her wages perhaps.
Haven smiled, or rather Snow, once his hood was on he took a new identity to keep his true one very secret. How nice was it, to live without a burden such as the one he carried. He didn't hate his life and in fact almost appreciated it. Almost. The situation he was put into by his father's pride had helped shape him into who he was today...and perhaps it wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't a good thing either. Haven pulled the vile away from his pink lips and examined it with a sneer. "I need some ale..." he spat before making the decision to lower himself from the house and towards the tavern. Lanterns bobbed happily on the nightly breeze, pixie-like candle lights swayed and danced within their paper shell of a lantern. They were having more fun than he was, it seemed. Oh how the festival continued to mock him, where in Gweillan could he run from this torment? Only a block from the tavern his eyes caught sight of something.
Haven turned his gaze quickly to catch a glimpse, it looked like...a flaming ball, softly glimmering in the darkness that balnektted the alleyway. 'What in Gweillan...' he thought with a furrowed brow before letting his curiousity get the best of him and he followed after it. The little wisp darted from side to side, almost whispering as it guided his path. Haven gently pulled off his hood and held it to his side, a fist formed, but he continued after it, too mesmorized to realize where he was actually going. The only noise around hims was the small, soothing whispers of the orange whisp and the swishing of his herbal vile tied to his side. It felt as if he had been walking for hours, his gaze focused on the glowing being before his eyes, and sooner rather than later the world grew darker and looming trees littered his path.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 21:12:48 GMT -5
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Jet stepped out of the tavern, a slight frown on her face. Her bells tinkled quietly, but couldn’t be overheard by the riot in the building until the door swung shut behind her. The drunken felines in there were as obnoxious as ever as they tried to drown away their sorrows, and as much as Jet believed in having a good time, becoming a simple part of their entertainment often left her with a sick guilt in her stomach, like a fat cat eating a piece of cake when they knew they were on a diet. Odd analogy, she knew, but it still felt like she was selling her soul. She pushed the thought away, padding along the moonlit street and holding her sides in that way she did. It was comfortable, and her best chance at feeling at ease.
The dancer didn’t think much as to where she was going; her home was on the other side of the woods. Normally she took a shortcut home through the dense trees, but she hadn’t planned on being caught at work dancing in the tavern this late. Nowadays, the streets aren’t all that much better, she reminded herself, shrugging and making her way along her normal route. She was a young adult, she could handle a walk through the woods. What would she do, cower like a baby or hide in an alleyway until morning? No way! As she neared the trees however, the unease in her belly was growing heavier, and she found herself jumping at every sound.
The trees were in sight but distant, and as he blue eyes looked over them with growing dread, it was all she could do not to yowl in surprise when a cat rushed by her and tore her from the thoughts. The cat’s white pelt glowed somewhat in the dark light, and she found herself panting heavily as she caught her breath. With her mindset, this tom had scared the daylights out of her. Jet narrowed her eyes; it seemed he was following some kind of light heading towards the woods. Hopping to her feet, of course the worse case scenario came to her mind and she rushed over, her bells tinkling. She grabned his shoulder, bristling slightly.
“Well don’t follow it, moron!” She exclaimed. “For all you know it could be a witch o-‘ she paused, taking note of the hood in the tom’s hand. It looked very familiar, and she was certain that at some point she must’ve met this tom before, but at the angle she stood and the shadows she couldn’t see his face well unless he was to turn and look directly at the sokoke she-cat.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 20, 2012 21:46:50 GMT -5
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His tail lashed from side to side as his curiosity peaked, he could almost feel the muscles growing sore at the brdige of his tail. Anxiety lifted his fur on the back of his neck, his red gaze focused on the whisp that had yet to find its targetted destination. 'Where was it going? Why had it caught his attention?....What was it?' his mind swarmed with all these questions, each like a bee stinging his thoughts making him feel the slightest bit queasy. A low hiss rose from his throat, he felt like his body was no longer under his control, but the pained intrigue he felt toward this light.
The breeze seemed to die down within the shelter of the trees, the deep red bark each a sheild from the howls that pressed against the disaterous Witches Hollow. Hind legs kept stepping one after the other even as his mind told him to pull back. The moon's weeping light didn't reach the tom where he paced quickly and a shiver rose along his spine yet again. "I-I should be turning back! I--" he meowed in a mumble, his eyes widened as fear suddenly sunk in, the tales his mother and the Sages used to tell him about bewarring the woods. The Forgotten Heir would be a truly forgotten one if he moved any further. He tried staggaring to a stop and failed yet again, te whisp seeming to laugh in mockery as it bounced atop its invisible path along the open air.
Then he felt it, a physical touch that seemed to break the whip's enchantment over him and suddenly his body stopped, his flanks moving quickly and his tail resting dead to the grown as if exhausted. His hood dropped to the floor tiredly and the swiching liquid at his side swayed to a gentle stop and the tom hesitated. Her voice, a she-cat, it was familiar but...he couldn't put a face to it. He turned his head slowly to meet her blue gaze, his ruby red eyes still widened from his chase of the whisp. "Jet!" he said rahter excitedly before he threw his arms around her in a relieved embrace.
This wasn't like him to do this, but he felt a calm wrap around him, the grasping laughter and childish voices of the whisp were gone, but it still lingered past the trees, as if lulling them both to follow. Haven scowled deeply before pulling away from the she-cat. "You're gonna scare her, ol' boy' he reminded himself.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 22:07:44 GMT -5
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When she caught view of Snow, she opened her mouth to remark in surprise before she was caught in an embrace, the swift shock of it grabbing the breath form her lungs. She took in another breath, raising a brow at the white tom but hugging back tentatively. It a common occurrence for the brown tabby either; the last time she had been hugged was by her own mother. She longed for hugs sometimes, not like she’d ever ask. As he pulled away, she ignored the tiniest pangs of annoyance as she frowned at him.
“No offense, but that wasn’t exactly your most brilliant moment,” she mewed pointedly, nodding towards where the light had disappeared. Jet felt her breath caught yet again in surprise, however, when she noticed something else she hadn’t seen the last time she met Snow. Normally covered by his hood were two, bright pair of red eyes. An albino… she noticed silently, but simply smiled. She wasn’t one to judge; she wouldn’t want anyone to judge her scarred paws, why would she judge Snow for that? They were unique, in fact. But yet Jet Marrow couldn’t shake the cold feeling that she should be remembering something important. Something about an albino in Gwellian…?
But nothing came to mind, and she shrugged the thought away yet again. Also none of her business. “What are you doing way out here?” she mewed curiously, flicking her tail. She didn’t want to ask too many questions; he had his own reasons for being out here, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight prick of irritance towards him. He could’ve died or something! She folded her arms, but didn’t voice her annoyance. She was about to head into those same woods, too, so it would be quite hypocritical of her. Even though her mother had been quick to teach her to be wary of magic or anything peculiar. And that went from colourful floating orbs to drunken toms. She thought with a slight grimace back at the tavern.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 20, 2012 22:24:59 GMT -5
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At the slight irritated note in the she-cat's meow Haven merely smiled and waved his paw up in the air as if to waft his rash actions away. His embrace around the scarred she-cat was quite dumbfounded, he just couldn't fight the feeling of salvation, his thoats torn from the giggling whisp. "Yes uh, sorry about that" He chuckled, moving his paws along her shoulders as if to dust them off. Her pelt was soft under his own paws and he slowly moved his touch away from hers, hesitating to place his paw on her again. His mother. She was this soft, well kept, beautiful. The albino tom cleared his voice before realizing his hood was off and his eyes darted to the ground where it laid neatly, swiping it up from the ground and dusted it off as well.
"I should ask you the same question. I was being held captive by a whisp, whats your excuse, jet?" he smiled gingerly as he placed his hood back over his head where it fell to his shoulders, casting a narrow shadow over his ruby eyes. "I apologize for my looks...I realize you've never seen me without my hood. I didn't mean to scare you" He smiled but his tone was a bit sad and maybe even desperate to erase the image of his true face from the she-cat's memory.
His entire life he had grown with the odd, even disgusted, glances from the palace staff, his own father, and even close family members. He was an abomination, a blemish on the royal family line and now...he had shown his face to an unsuspecting she-cat and the only thing he could do was hide his face again behind the hood that had become his sheild. "We should leave this place...or--" the whisp giggled from behind a black barked tree, poking its flaming head from the side as if playing a childish game. Haven chose to ignore it for a time.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 22:34:55 GMT -5
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Jet laughed under her breath, “No worries, just don’t take candy from strange whisps,” she mewed, bemused. However, as he challenged her reasons for being here, she shifted her weight awkwardly. Saying she was going for a walk through the woods at this hour suddenly sounded so stupid. “I was on my way home,” she stammered quickly; it was the truth, it just lacked a few…details. Like the fact that the fastest road home wasn’t exactly lit by streetlamps. She watched as he put his hood back over his head, feeling the oddest feeling as if he was putting a wall between them. Oh well, if he felt happier under there, alright. But as he mentioned scaring her, she smirked.
“Scare me?” she scoffed. “I just came out of the tavern, it’ll take more then that to scare me,” Jet mewed indignantly. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re apologising for,” Jet added with a shrug. It wasn’t as if anyone chose their looks, why should he apologise? She shrugged, hooking her paws on her belt casually, as if she were sticking her thumbs in her metaphorical pants pockets. At the mentioning of looks, the pressed her paw pads against the belt and shielded them from view. She wasn’t proud of that. She’d never be proud of that. It made her look like she wasn’t a talented dancer, she was merely a regular cat who had been beaten into being a talented dancer.
At his suggestion to leave, she eagerly nodded, shooting the forest a dark but relieved look as she turned to start padding back towards the familiar streets. After that, she decided mentally that she was certainly taking the long way home tonight.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 20, 2012 22:58:39 GMT -5
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'True...' The tom thought with a nod of his head as he accepted her answer, he wished his father thought the same, about looking the way one does. He swiveled his ears around to gather any extra noises that may have been misplaced. Whisps were known to be mischevious, playing terrible pranks on unsuspecting cats who dared enter their playing ground. Haven shifted where he stood, nervously wanting to leave the area for one that was safer. Oh how he felt like such a coward, like a kit facing a wall blanketed by terrifying shadow creatures when only in the morning they realize it was merely a tree. Perhaps he was making a bigger deal of these forests, but the whisps were true, obviously. "The tavern huh? Pretty she-cat like you wasting your time at a lowly tavern in the south quarter? Shame on you" he smirked with a furrowed brow before he tapped her nose playfully.
"You can do so much better" he teased before placing his paw at her back and softly leading her toward the way they came. The tom removed his paw from her upper back and placed them at his sides, trying not to fear the whip thats giggles seemed to turn into wailing woes of sorrow. 'Please don't let it follow us...' he begger only the Creator knew. He moved his focus to something else, to the she-cat's paws which she seemed to hide, or maybe even shelter, often. The few times he had contact with the effervescent she-cat he would detect a bit of detachment from her, and with that her paws were seemingly always forced downward, a secret she bore outwardly, in plain sight.
Was it his right to pry, she hadn't about his issue and in fact let him be...but Haven wasn;t sure he could be so self-less or otherwise focused on something else. He debated asking, as they walked in silence he went over a billion ways to bring it up, ask her, what her reaction would entale, would she hate him before she even got to know him? He wasn't sure if he wanted to take that chance, but she had within seconds accepted his looks when everyone in his life cast him down. Without further thought he reached out for her paw and took it in his hand before halting and forcing Jet to halt with him.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 23:13:42 GMT -5
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He sniffed as he poked her nose, and Jet let herself be steered away from the woods as they started walking. His words oddly rung in her head however, and she wasn’t going to pretend that she wasn’t guilty of having been there. He was only teasing, but it was true. Shame on her for having to stoop so low for a living. Dancing at places like that…psh! But she kept quiet, smiling slightly as he remarked that she could do better, although somewhat awkward at praises like that. She got it often, it never really felt all that true.
They padded along in a silence, and Jet found herself once again reaching to the depths of her mind. Why did she feel like she should be recalling something? Whatever it was, getting the odd feeling that she felt like she was digging, she pushed it away. “Snow,” she mewed curiously in the silence. “Why do you wear that hood?” She was pretty certain she already knew what the answer would be, but as she waited patiently she started as she felt the white tom grip her hand again. It was so foreign, she felt her heart stop as they paused as well, her blue eyes round with surprise and already glistening with guilt.
She didn’t pull her paw back. That seemed almost like a childish thing to do, openly declaring she didn’t want him to see her paws would only make him curious. And it didn’t take a genius to see that Snow seemed quite intent on knowing what she was so uptight about when it came to them, so the sokoke dancer just dropped her ears and averted her gaze, slouching slightly as she stood there awkwardly. For the most secretive cat she knew, he certainly seemed quite blunt when he wanted to know something.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 20, 2012 23:36:02 GMT -5
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Being blunt was in Haven's nature, and although he commanded secrecy he wanted to be on equal terms with others even if he refused to let them know his own locked away deep in his mind. He heard her question but had his relaxed gaze on her paw, the one he had in his own white paw, before grabbing her other paw she tucked tentativly to her side. In front of him he held her paws pad down before lifting his red gaze to meet hers. "Probably the same reason you keep your paws hidden at your side, to hide something you don't want anyone to question you about" he smiled gently, taking in her awkward and almost embarrassed expression. "Its alright..." he whispered, not seeing the scars themselves but feeling the soft skin ravaged with slightly gashed skin, gentle crevasses that etched their ways making paths in every direction.
He sighed sadly but proceeded to smile light heartedly. "These scars only prove more so that you're better than dancing at a lowly pub at the latest hours of the night. With your talent, the palace is where you should be dancing" he chuckled gently placing her paws back at her side and tapping her nose like he had before in a playful manner. "You should proud of those scars, not hide them. You earned them by working hard so good on you."
The night was quiet and it seemed even the stalking whisp had kept quiet enough to hear. His tail tip curled in anxious anticipation but he had decided. Slowly he pulled off his hood again, letting the moon's light that dappled through the trees to scatter upon his maw. "I wear my hood because Albinos are never really welcomed, and to be honest theres others around I wouldn't like to recognize me" he winked.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 23:51:22 GMT -5
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Jet laughed dryly at his retort. Yeah, she had set herself up for that one. She glanced up at him out of the corner of her fleeting gaze, studying his almost forced light hearted expression. She didn’t want pity, but his remark actually surprised her. She frowned very slightly and quite stubbornly. “The palace?” she laughed under her breath, “That’s where all those she-cats go who practically danced their way into the world,” she meowed pointedly, sneezing as he kept poking at her nose.
She fell quiet though, not bothering to argue with his reasoning. If he truly believed that, Jet silently thanked him for the confidence in her abilities that she seemed to lack. As he lowered his hood however, she smiled. That was better; he looked friendlier with it down, as if he didn’t seem so guarded, which the tabby appreciated. “People are close-minded,” she scoffed, flicking a scared paw as if shooing away a fly. And boy, did she know it. Cats constantly assuming she was just a pretty face. Not that she was about to go complaining about her looks, now THAT would be vain. “Recognise you?” She added curiously.
As she studied intently for a response, however, she felt a chill down her spine. Not that odd trying to remember feeling, but a feeling that they weren’t yet far enough from the witches hollow. She risk a glance over, noticing more then one soft glowing light concealed by the trees, and the soft humming sound of the most beautiful song and the saddest wail. She shook it from her mind, forcing her complete attention back to the albino tom.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 21, 2012 0:09:11 GMT -5
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He couldn't help but feel he had insulted her in some way, perhaps it was the mention of the palace. He only meant she deserved better treatment and if he was allowed to see the dancers and entertainers that came he would surely wish to see Jet there. A sincere huckle slipped through his pink lips at her gesture, covering his maw as he did so. Jet was cute, once you got past her intimidating, fierce beauty, and now as he stood in front of her he could see now that she was much more than a paid talent gracing the streets with her graceful movements.
He brought his attention back to the Witches Hollow, standing in front of the only company he had for quite a while. Auds tilted as he heard her question. "Well...Lets just say I have others I don't really care to see me. Not to say I've done anything wrong, lets just say I like my privacy...with the exception of a couple cats" he smiled but it quickly began to dim as a new sound wafted on the sudden breeze the spun and twitsed visciously around the trees toward the two felines. A sound more eeriely then that of the single wallowing whisp....more of them. "Let's keep walking, get you home. What quarter?" he asked briskfully as he again rested his paw on her back and lead her toward the dimming festival lanterns just at the edge of the forest.
He could feel it, the heat of whisps as they closed in. What did they want? He had only spotted a whisp once before, as a kit, but his mother had pulled him back inside from the garden before it lead him any further. What did they want? Thoughts of past stories bounded in his skull, begging for attention and et he couldn't make out a tale of these whisps...because no one ever made it back to tell the tale of where or why the whisps had taken them. A shiver ran up his spine and he instinctivly brought Jet closer as if to sheild her from the looming balls of flame that giggled eerily.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 21, 2012 0:23:04 GMT -5
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Jet flicked her long, fathered tabbied tassle at his vague explanation, but left it at that as he ushered her away from the eerie orbs. “Er…umm…South? No-no, East. Yes, east.” She stammered; the glowing spheres were terribly distracting. They were making her doubt herself, her icy gaze constantly flitting back to where they were. “What are they,” she meowed quietly, almost a whisper, frowning over at them. They seemed determined to close in on the two felines, and Jet never thought she’d find herself missing the presence of a lone orb until the other option was this many of them. “I thought I knew…but…” Jet meowed very quietly, as if maybe they would hear her if she spoke too loudly.
She didn’t complain as she followed Snow, letting herself get quite close to him out of unease. She didn’t completely trust the tom yet, but she’d take her chances with him when the latter was….whatever they were. That was definatly a no-brainer. But even in a situation like this, she made a point of looking somewhat displeased. Snow wasn’t bad looking, but she wasn’t the fawning type. She danced flirtatiously, but that was about as far as most got with the irritable she-cat with her secretive kittish tendencies. Hobbies like fantasizing about swings and squishing bugs and drawing with sticks in the sand and pretending everything was always bright and sunny, even when he long white whispers dripped with small droplets of freshly fallen rain.
She studied Snow’s expression again, wondering if he too was nervous or if perhaps the sokoke was making issues where there truly weren’t any. It wasn’t as if that hasn’t happened many times before.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 21, 2012 0:38:16 GMT -5
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"South? no wait, East? Ok, lets get you back safely" he chuckled nervously as his own thoughts were starting to get clouded again like before, when he had first laid eyes on the one from earlier. He blinked repeatedly as if to clear his mind and for a moment it had worked, the forest was clearer and slowly but surely the colors and lights from the distant lanters blurred into one. A sharp hiss left his lips, the whisps seeming to enjoy the fear and irritation the two cat's emitted.
"Enough!" Haven turned to face the whisps, pushing Jet behind him as the whisps circled them both. His eyes had decieved him. There were many more then he had first seen. Some red like the flames that lit the lanters and others blue as they burned much hotter and their flames seemingly uncontrollable than the others. Haven felt his lip quiver, showing a part of his fangs in a cocktail of fear, irritation, and regret. If he hadnt spoken so long or lead her out quickly knowing the threat they would have both been safe, Jet happily back at home, Haven...well not so happily at home but home nonetheless. "Whisps, they're called whisps. I've heard tales of them as a kit but I've never seen them so close up, just stay behind me Jet. I'm sorry" he growled sadly before closing his ruby eyes and flipping up his hood again.
The one time he finally felt accepted without his mask, the one time he could walk the town with a cat that didn't care about his supposed disgusting, dishonoring looks and now they were both being threatened. He focused his mind now on the air around them, and within seconds crackling and popping emmited from the air as strings of dancing electricity began to appear. It only took seconds for the lighting to gather strength, weaving hungrily for a target, the albino tom felt this power as it coarsed through his veins threatening to dispatch him. 'You asked for it...' he thought angrily his ruby gaze shooting open to reveal his full control over the electricity around him.
The lightning coils jerked and danced from the albino's fingers heading for the brunt of the whisp gathering and sadly only striking two as the others twirled and disappeared to a more safer location at the side of the two cats. He cursed beneath his breath as he tried yet again to hit the others, and yet again only a few. How could you fight something that should technically not exist and whose magical prowess far exceeded his own. A crackle erupted behind the cats and as haven spun around he realized the whisps were knocking down trees to block their path from getting home.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 21, 2012 9:03:56 GMT -5
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At a crackling, almost spark-like sound, she jumped. Whipping her head around, the sokoke dancer couldn’t deny that her first assumption was that one had striked her companion, but heartbeats later she realized the electricity was actually coming from his own fingertips. Magic, of course! Jet knew how to wield magic! She turned, and stopped abruptly. Right. Not only were two her of her three none spells completely useless in combat ( unless you can put whisps to sleep ), but Jet’s ice spell was very undeveloped. Born an Elite, when Jet first started practicing her first Dark Art, the ice crystals blew up in her face, and it was rather painful and undesirable. Not wanting to make anymore of a fool of herself, she decided to leave Snow do with the magic wielding as she glanced around for a pointy stick or something.
Looking back on it, Jet knows the real reason she wouldn’t attempt to perform her magic against the creatures as they drifted and floated around her. But it was quite shameful, and she swallowed as she tried to ignore it, to try to forget about it. The only time she’s ever been able to perform her spells properly was while singing. And although she felt safest by Snow when faced with an army of creeping things from the depths of the Which’s Hollow, there was no was she was singing in a time like this.
“Now might be a good time for me to let you know I have zero fighting skills,” she meowed over her shoulder at the pale tom, a stick in her paws that she used to try to poke away any whsips that neared her. But although Jet Marrow had kept her cool, it was this very moment, standing there with no way out holding a long stick, that she truly felt afraid. Maybe it was just her foggy mind being comprehended by whatever it was these alluring things were doing, but she felt as if the weight in her stomach was now a ball of ice, and she uneasily flattened her ears to her head.
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Post by Kelvali on Jul 21, 2012 9:34:08 GMT -5
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Haven's mind drifted to other thoughts as the trees fell around them creating a clearing of downed trees, seeming to be dying as they lay in heaps. The whisps advanced, each taking its turn to giggle and spin as if too amused to fully focus on the two frightened cats. What was this? What did they want? Haven arched his back slightly and a hiss rose from the pits of his stomach, which seemed to knot with every darkening moment. He could feel the she-cat at his back. A stick dangled from her paw only made the tom chuckle softly for a moment until he was brought back to reality.
"Then we'll just have to fix that, now won't we...if we survive this" he smirked, his gaze still pinned on the dancing whisps ahead. "Do you know any dark spells? Anything at all" his tone was soft but a bit panicked at their sudden grim state. Perhaps the she-cat didn't know any dark spells, she wan an elite afterall and perhaps she focused on other spells like the light arts. His fingers tingled and yet again he unleashed a flurry of electric shocks that weaved through the air making contact with a couple more, but in their place more appeared.
"I don't understand, why us...what do they want" Haven glared through angered eyes as he thought for the best way to make it out. The use of magic had exhausted him, wiping his brow he looked to the she-cat and then to the whisps, before trying to concoct a plan. The castaway bodies of the trees made no easy path to escape towards town. He wondered if anyone could hear them, the trees falling, the defening giggles.
(( Sorry, ill figure out how to steer this in the next post xD ))
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