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[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet blinked in surprise; fix it? How..? Was he suggesting he taught her? The idea made her smile slightly despite her foggy mind currently, even though the remark at their grim situation sent a chill down her spine. ‘If we survive this’ he had said. Did that mean he was doubting their chances as well? But as she parted her jaws to ask, she was asked about dark spells. She clamped it shut again, shifting her weight awkwardly. “…No, I only know a handful of Light arts,” she lied smoothly. She felt bad fibbing, but her explosive, under –developed ice spell was far from helpful, anyways. This could be a life or death situation and you’re lying? she mentally scolded herself. It was true, and with a huff she fumbled with her paws and the stick. “Okay, that was a lie,” she admitted with a frown, “I know a bit about ice, but I’m far from good at controlling any of it; dark arts aren’t really my thing,” Jet huffed under her breath. She wished as well that she knew what they wanted, and silently worked at her ice skill, screwing up her face as she tried to focus. She stayed quiet, light blue sparks tinkling tauntingly at her fingertips, but nothing more as the strain caused her head to hurt. “It’s no use,” she whined frustratedly. [ Such a short post I’m sorry LOL ]

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] The wind seemed to pick up abruptly, its howls almost painful and eerie as it whirled and dances, leaves fluttering from the tops if the canopy. Haven glanced over at Jet, seeing her even trying made him smile. He knew elites werent the greatest at the dark arts but he decided then and there it was time to egg her on. "You lied to me, jet. You owe me a better show" he laughed, his focus was torn completely from the whisp for that moment and a cry lit up the night. The whisps, they were seeming to writhe in some unknown agony, the albino tom's brow furrowed in intrugue as he looked around for the source. Ruby gaze darted around the darkened clearing searching for their salvation but he couldn't make out a single thing in the darkness. Clentching his fists he slammed his eye lids shut to concentrate against the now growing whispers of the whisps. And then it him him. He swung around and positioned himself behind Jet, his chest against her back. "Don't freak out..." he smiled as he rested his paws beneath hers, her arms resting atop his as he grabbed her palms and positioned them facing outward. "I know how to get out of here...alive, and you can go and live your happy life, find a nice mate, and live happily ever after, just bare with me now." he adjusted his weight awkwardly behind her and closed his eyes to focus his thought against the bumbarding squeals of angered whisps. "I learned a long time ago, all magic requires focus to thrive...whisps. They're magic in a sense, we need to rip our focus from them and the only way is to focus on our own magic, understand? When I tell you, you're gonna put all your focus into your dark magic...and I promise we'll make it out of here" his heart pounded wildly, but he kept his voice smooth, calm, and commanding. Oh how his father would be proud, taking responsibility for someone other then himself. He scoffed inwardly before opening his eyes again, making sure to keep Jet's paws face up, resting on his. Her scent wafted around him, calming him but he pushed the trivial thoughts away. Never had he tried this on anyone, but he was instructed on how, to offer strength to another cat, to help them focus on a skill they were weaker in but the host was strong. "We're gonna do this together, you're gonna use thatice spell, jet. Believe in yourself" he sighed and gathered his breath once more as he gently squeezed her paw as a signal to start. They would be connected, this one moment in time, and with that he focused his mind on the air again this time his palms burned beneath her and slowly a fire consumed both paws of either cat and slowly it began to grow. The whisps, they began to jerk in pain, wailing and screaming in a deafening pitch. ((He's connecting his magic aura with her to help her focus on her magic, if both of their minds are focused away from the whisps grasp then the whisps will have no need for them c: but jet needs to use her ice spell ;D hope it makes sence ))

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] As he accused her of lying, she laughed dryly, “We all have our secrets,” she scoffed at the irony of him accusing her of lying. She knew nothing of his identity, and seemed pretty quick to keep quiet many of his own secrets. Jet probably would’ve laughed harder if she had known she didn’t even know him by his real name. But the dry amusement at the irony was very short lived; it was hard to be even the slightest bit cheery in situations such as this one. When the whisps broke into their shrieking, Jet’s attempt at the ice crystals exploded in her face, causing her to lean more heavily against Haven’s back and cuss under her breath. It was far from her brightest moment, but she just wanted to live and couldn’t bring herself to care as she pressed her ears harder to her head as if to block them all out. It was a feeble effort though, and she looked down at her scarred paws in exasperation. It was then that Snow swung around, and before she was going to snap at him she heard him telling her not to freak out, so she clamped her mouth shut and seethed silently. Jet truly didn’t know how to react at the close proximity of another feline, and the things she related to it weren’t always the best considering the time she spent in taverns to make a living. She used to long for company, for hugs and cuddles and knowing cats were there and that they cared, but these days the slightest of touches often made her jump. It had become foreign to her, and as much as she’d painfully longue for things occasionally, it didn’t change a thing when she woke up in the morning and found herself as skittish as ever. When he swiftly meowed about her happily ever after however, she frowned. So many things she wanted to shoot down about that very idea, but she kept quiet. Now was hardly the time to complain about her complete lack of patience usually shot that horse in the face, so to speak. She decided simply to listen to his instructions, doing her complete best to listen to his every word and focus only on him, and drown out the whisps. When she felt the freezing, hot fire feeling of magic working, she laughed to herself incredibly. It actually worked? Who would’ve thought it! The felt the deep, surprised satisfaction of feeling and watching the brilliant, light, glass-like shards forming in front of her, trying to control the dark spells and with Haven’s help, wielding it in a way that would surely get them home safely. But the ice in front of her was beginning to feel as if it was in her veins. She could no longer hear the wailing of the whisps, and she closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to regain her footing and make the sudden throbbing in her head thin away. She felt the ground teeter dangerously beneath her feet, and everything went black.

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] It was as if the wind was responding to the whisps agony, battering the trees, whipping branches and leaves across the cats' path, howling menacingly. Haven could feel the whisps presence starting to wein around them, their horrifying whispers studdered and faught to stay within their minds. His paws tingled with the use of both their magics, both cool and warm all at once. Both magics crackled at eachothers touch but they were coinciding, fire and ice. Both magics seemed to corse through his own veins, the soothing coolness of ice, the comforting warmth of the fire. It clouded his mind until all foreign noises were stomped out and only the soothing song was the lullaby of both elements lulling the world to sleep. Haven's arms dropped to his side tiredly as the world spun quietly, the night blanektting the openning of the forest. Crickets chirps filled the silence where the sneering giggles of the whisps once filled the space. His arms moved up to catch Jet as she collapsed and he slowly lead her body to the soft grass below her. Gently he placed her and proceeded to collapse beside her. The world grew dark... The world was still dark but it wasn't until he realized his eyes were still closed that he opened them to reveal light fluttering down from the tree tops. It was morning and the world was now silent. Was it all a dream? Last night, the whisps, Jet....JET! Haven sat up quickly, his head spinning, but his gaze focusing around a brown cat shaped blur. He crawled over to her only a couple feet away and placed his pink paw pad on her shoulder as he moved his face closer to her. Whispering her name questioningly he shook her softly. "We did it" he whispered with a soothing smile. What he wouldn't give to see his father's reaction, if only he could tell him without fear of getting assaulted by his own flesh and blood. He breathed, happily to admit he wasn't a waste of fur...he would prove that one day, but for now they had survived.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet groaned, a soft ache in her head. She pressed a paw against one of her ears, finding the motivation to slowly open her blue eyes. She let out a scream of surprise, wiggling away from the face that was looming right over hers. She sopped, listening to his words and realizing the ruby eyes belonged to Snow, not some stranger who had found her passed out in the tavern. She hadn’t been afraid by his looks in the least, don’t get her wrong. She had simply been utterly shocked to wake up and find somebody was staring down at her in the first place. “Snow…” she recalled the events of last night, and let herself lay flat in the grass again, spreading out her arms. “Hrnnnng, my head hearts,” she complained, staring up at the sky through the dappled leaves of the trees. But she was fine dealing with the soreness, and besides, it was slowly ebbing away and being replaced with giddy triumph that they were both alive and in one piece. She sat up, glancing over at the albino tom. “Some night,” she breathed, glancing around. The eerie echo of the whisps in her head would surely poison her next attempt at sleep, but she decided not to worry about nightmares until the time came. It already seemed to be afternoon, anyways. Or at least it was awfully bright to be morning, but that could’ve been something to do with the fact that she had been engulfed in blackness until a few heartbeats ago. She studied Snow’s expression; he seemed fine, which was good. She flicked her tabbied tail, her paws wandering to her waist. Her bell belt was still there, and she allowed herself to relax again. She would’ve hated to have lost anything in the explosion of a night that had occurred hours ago. How she had gone from performing at a tavern for a bit of gold to trying to get a damned spell to work to save her life, Jet had no idea. But she wasn’t about to hurt her head again thinking about it.

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] Haven pulled back in surprise, the first noise uttered from the she-cat's mouth was neither a greeting or anything remotely to what he was expecting, instead a surprised shriek echoed from the forest floor to the tops of the trees sending birds flying in a flurry of feathers. "My apologies" he meowed sheepishly, his speech very respectful after years of being taught how to treat others within the palace walls. He cleared his throat and looked to her confused and suprised expression. Did she forget him? Who he was? A wave of relief washed over him when she uttered his name, his alias, and he sighed loudly with a tired smile. "Some night indeed, I'm glad you remembered me, thoughg you had forgotten. You did an amazing job....ya know, with your dark magic. But! We should get you home, you need the rest" he smiled pulling his hood off and tossing it to the soft grass. Jet looked quite comfortable there, laying atop the grass, the witches hollow looming beyond them. "Or...you can lay there and ill take you home later" he chuckled before doing the same, laying down beside her as he folded his arms behind his head. It felt nice, to just lay there not worrying who saw him. He hoped the she-cat beside him didn't mind his company, or being seen with him. She had a reputaution to uphold, he understood, but he wished....oddly enough, that he could lay there forever with her. He barely knew her, and she him, but he felt they had an unspoken understanding. Everyone had there secrets, and one day he'd find someone to share his. The fleeting breeze ruffled his hair and he laughed, how nice it felt. After a while he turned to his side and looked to the brown tabby with a mischevious smirk. "We need to work on those battle skills of yours, they were utterly poor" he teased, truth ebbing in his tone.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] The marbled she-cat shook her head when Snow seemed to have apologised, and she laughed. “You’re apologising to me? I’m sorry I didn’t, well, I er,” she gave up on trying to justify freaking out slightly when waking, so she just laughed under her breath and continued to lay in the grass, listening to him mention a job well done last night. To be honest, it was still a bit of a blur, and she knew without Snow there would’ve been no way Jet could’ve preformed her ice spell properly for what was by now the first time. So she just smiled in thanks, and continued to stare up through the canopy of the trees. It was a long time before she responded to the thought of going home, and she replied it with a mere groan. She didn’t feel all that tired. Physically, maybe, but Jet didn’t want to go to sleep anytime soon. She knew she would only re-live last night, and although they had survived she wasn’t intent on going back to those chilling heartbeats she doubted her very existence would last much longer. Jet Marrow did not want to die. But thinking back to her fighting skills, it was more then true she really wasn’t good at it…at all. The comment didn’t really sting, but it was a slightly sharper reminder that the only thing she seemed to have done right last night was warn Haven in the first place when she saw the pale tom wandering after the lone whisp. Maybe even that was a fault on her part, by the end of it there had been what felt like hundreds of them snickering and swirling around. “I know, not my best moment,” she admitted. A stick. A stick had been her weapon, thinking back on it she could’ve at least tried to use her belt as a whip or something; in the end though, she probably would’ve just hit Snow with it by accident, though. “But in my defence, fighting wasn’t really in the job description for being a Dancer, as much as I wish it was,” she laughed. Her parents frowned upon fighting deeply, so some help they had been.

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] Haven listened to her words, as she continured to rest happily. He couldn't help but smile at her, the vision of her resting peacefully was a sweet one, he would have to admit. He shook his head, casting the trivial thoughts away. The she-cat before him, he didnt feel the need to be charming or a flirt, but to just listen to her voice. Tail twitched for a moment while his gaze moved towards the darkened, eerie forest where they had found them selves last night, lives hanging in the balance. But now, they both lay their, his heart filled with an unimaginable, victorious glee. He chuckled as she groaned in indignation at the thought of having to go home. Haven thought it a good idea though, seeing as most of her work was done during the night. He frowned inwardly at the thought that the lovely she-cat had to stoop so low as to dance at disgusting taverns with equally disgusting cats. He swallowed hard, the thought pushed away abruptly by her last comment. "In your profession its always good to know how to fight those nasty sons of harlets" his neck fur rose slightly at his last statement and his voice grew sharp. Realizing this he pulled his ears back sheepishly and averted his ruby gaze until he gathered his composure. "I'd like to teach you how to fight, if you would allow me to, Ms. Marrow" he turned his gaze back to meet hers, remembering her last name from the first time he had met her...at the tavern. It seemed so long ago. Realizing he was being a bit too intense he smiled light heartedly and sat up but kept his gaze on her. "It sounds to me like you want to learn to defend yourself, I have the tools, the willingness, the want to help you, but you need to be determined, Jet. And never tell yourself you can't anymore" He smiled, stretching out his paw toward her. "Deal?" he smirked rather challengingly.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] She lay there, in the soft grass by the cat she had never truly met until today, and wondered aimlessly why she did work so late at night in the taverns. Sure, she did it because she needed the money, but surely there were other ways that didn’t make her feel as guilty about it? She huffed inwardly, shoving the thought roughly away; she could do what she wanted, she wasn’t tied down to no tavern! At least that’s what she would tell herself to ebb away the sense that she didn’t have much freedom. Her whole life spent simply obeying her mother’s orders and eventually becoming a good dancer. How cliché, the sokoke thought boredly. She blinked over at the albino tom as he sat up, holding out his paw for her to shake on the deal he had just offered her out of the blue. Lost in her own mind, she had caught enough of it to realize what he had been suggesting, and her sapphire eyes flashed in surprise. The conditions were simple enough: she believed she could do it and Snow would work to make that happen. But she couldn’t help but feel a slight prick of hesitation. She hardly knew this tom, where he was from and whatnot; he could be an assassin for all she knew. But if that were the case, it would’ve been so easy just to ditch her last night with the whisps, and at the very thought Jet felt a pang of guilt for having even thought that Snow would be that low. An assassin, psh! Her mother would hate this. Hate this so much, with a burning passion and utter shock and shame. And on that very thought, Jet swiftly reached out and took Snow’s paw with a cooked grin. “Deal.” Despite the beautifully rebellious touch that came with it, the she-cat found the real eagerness to learn from the very thought of her not being useless and pathetic anymore next time she had to deal with a problem. Having other cats deal with every issue you stir up doesn’t feel too great, but with a hopeful smile, she truly hoped she wouldn’t have to worry about that any longer.

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8494/havenpostingimagemid.png] Haven grinned widely with a nod as he shook her paw, "Deal then" he confirmed before holding her paw in his for a moment and then letting go slowly, a charmed smile replaced his grin. It was then that he decided, he would get to know this secretive she-cat more. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something more about her that intrigued the albino tom. She didn't judge him, when others did, and yet she was quick to judge herself. He could see her doing this to herself more than once during the array of the time he had spent with her and yet she seemed determined enough to make a difference. In short, he had never met a cat much like her. Haven cleared his throat before tossing himself back to the soft gras below, grass blades bending to accomodate the tom. Gathering his breath the tom let out a content sigh and closed his ruby eyes, the events that took place last night were put to rest for that moment. He was sure once he was away from the she-cat, when other thoughts were allowed to creep in, he would start to feel that paranoia, that lonliness that seemed to stalk him wherever he went, and even in his sleep he would hear those menacing giggles. He felt his lids squeeze a bit tighter, to push the thoughts away. His mother had taught him to live in the moment, and that what he would decide to do. "Did you always want to be a dancer? I mean you're beautiful--uh! at it, You're beautiful at dancing" he knew it was random and he almost smacked his palm against his face from his slip up, hoping he had covered his fumbling, embarrassing tracks.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] The marbled feline blinked in surprise, smiling slightly at the praise. “Truth is I never really wanted to be a dancer, it seemed boring to me as a kit,” she laughed. “Hoping around and twirling; I used to what to be something cooler like actually work in the palace or something,” Jet rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m happy now as a dancer though, childish dreams aside I’m good at it and it really grows on you after a while,” she purred under her breath, putting her paws behind her head as she lay there, the grass moving with a soft sound in protest to her shifting her position. So it was slightly easier to see the tom’s ruby eyes and study his expression bemusedly. She pushed the thoughts aside, glancing back up at the sky. Every child growing up wanted to be president, of course, thinking of it now Jet would never want any high responsibility like that. It was far too much fun causing mischief and running the streets late at night. She felt prickles of guilt for the occasional pocket she’d pick, but she was the only one who needed to know of her less pure moments. Truth be told, she spent a lot of time sitting around, too, looking up at the stars and wondering when she’d ever get around to making her swing a bit lower so she could swing herself. She shrugged the thought away; meh, she’d get it to work eventually. When it was she had started hunting down shapes within the clouds she wasn’t sure. The fluffy creatures had just started to make themselves present to her, and crooked smile tickled the corners of her mouth as she stared up at them silently. She didn’t mention the little flowers and stuff in the sky to Snow; she didn’t want to seem like an ignorant child, but she couldn’t help but take a mental note of every one she spotted. “When do we start my training?” she mewed curiously instead, averting her gaze from the clouds after one managed to make her think of a whisp, her blue eyes turning over to the albino tom cat.

[Kitsani]

[ Kel kellllll~? x3 ]