mysterykitten
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Post by mysterykitten on Jun 23, 2012 19:41:39 GMT -5
( I would like to keep this one-on-one, thank you )
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-Zahara -Francis
Zahara let out a sigh as she felt the familiar sand underneath her paws, the sand that held the memory of one of the most emotionally difficult jobs she had to do, kill her own brother.
Of course, the sand was no longer bloodied, the salty waves of the sea had washed it all away. "Look where I am now brother..." the assassin whispered. "All because of you..." This trip down memory lane wasn't a fun one really, she just felt the need to honor her brother's death, even if she was the one who caused it. It was one of those 'In memoriam' things.
The assassin sat down at the ocean water's edge, letting the calm waves lap at her paws, looking over at the small dock, Zahara smiled. She remembered when her adopted father had taken her on a tour of the place, this being one of the first stops, And one of the other assassins took her fishing there once. Ah, good times...
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Post by stormiday on Jun 24, 2012 9:58:01 GMT -5
A dark silver and white tabby tom padded slowly through the warm sand. Cool water and white foam lapped at his paws. He looked out to the open ocean, it seemed to simply stretch on for an endless distance. He raises his head up to the brilliant colors of the evening sky. The golds and violets reflecting off the endless water. The sun was already half way drowned by the pastel colored water. The moon should already be out quite a bit at this point. He raised his head up to the darkening side of the sky. Yes, there it was, waning crescent tonight. “Venus.” He whispered to himself, identifying the bright object next to the moon. He lowered his yellow gaze back down to the earth and saw a somewhat familiar figure sitting in the sand not too far away, she seemed lost in thought. He leaned against a rock on the shoreline and took out his notebook and a pencil. <i>”Her feet seemed stuck in the place she stood. Her heart beating faster and faster with every passing second,”</i> He paused his writing and glanced up at the she-cat, gave her a warm smile and continued writing his fictional tale.
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Post by mysterykitten on Jun 24, 2012 10:14:41 GMT -5
Zahara had been pulled out of her mind and back to reality when she sensed the presence of another cat. Tensing up slightly, she cast a brief glance over to the tom, relaxing almost immediately. It was just a sage, the assassin was pretty sure she'd seen him a few times around at the market. No doubt he was making records about Gweillian, for he was writing down something in his notebook.
'Well, it is kinda getting kinda lonely, might as well talk to him...' Zahara thought to herself before walking up to the tom. "Hello." she began the conversation with a greeting and a nod.
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Post by stormiday on Jun 24, 2012 11:33:16 GMT -5
Francis set down his notebook and pencil on the still warm sand. The company of another cat always felt good, no matter how much you claimed that you wanted to be alone. He wrapped his long steel gray tail neatly over his paws and bracelet. “Hello. How have you been?” He said warmly and invitingly. “Name’s Francis.” He introduced himself. He took a swift moment to peer at the darkening sky. The pastel shades of the evening quickly becoming dark navy and black hues. More and more stars showing themselves. Ursa Major, the Big Dipper, Orion. Thousands and thousands of stars glistening on their dark backdrop. He turned his attention back to the female, his bright gold gaze slowly becoming a silver color in the darkness.
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Post by mysterykitten on Jun 24, 2012 11:49:29 GMT -5
"Zahara." the she cat responded, carefully taking a seat next to the tom, "And I've been good, work has been easy these past few days, what about you?" The she-cat wasn't going to go into details about how her job is to get hired to kill cats, that usually sends them running away with fear. Yes, she would remain quiet about her occupation. And if the tom asks, she does 'work for hire' That could mean anything, right?
Giving herself a mental shake of the head, she turned back to the tom and waited for his reply.
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Post by stormiday on Jul 2, 2012 21:08:33 GMT -5
“Great, the reading and writing tends to get stressful. But everything is just fine.” It was true, as much fun and interesting the reading and teaching was, there was always a point where it could get overwhelming. But it was always worth it to the tabby tom. He wouldn’t regret becoming a Sage for a single moment. He remembered the day his parents kicked he and his two sister out of their home in Gwellian. Solaria, unheard of to the tabby since they left. And Hayden, dearest Hayden. The Sage’s favorite sister. Leaving to travel the world alone, leaving her only brother with just an old bracelet they found as kits. Suddenly, his yellow gaze seemed to widen, she found that single gemmed bracelet on this beach! She look passed the she-cat to an overhanging rock, about ten lengths away. His memory flooded back with joy, but also a stab of guilt for not stopping her. He shook away the mixed feelings, and turned his attention back to the new female in front of him.
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 2, 2012 21:36:55 GMT -5
"That's good." Zahara nodded, not saying anything when the tom looked off in the distance, it was easy to get lost in thought in a beautiful place such as this.
"So..." The assassin tried to continue on the conversation. "What brings you here to Jasper Beach?" she said, it was the only thing she could really think of at the moment, perhaps later in the conversation she could think of something better to say, but not so much right now.
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Post by stormiday on Jul 5, 2012 11:20:22 GMT -5
"Oh you know," The steel gray tom spoke softly, peeking at the overhanging rock out of the coner of his eye. The twinge of guild, longing and comfort swirled inside of him. He felt his chest getting tighter, breathing becoming a little bit harder to do. He tried not to let it shoe in front of the she-cat. Francis pulled his eyes away from the stone, and focuses his attention back to her. "Inspiration, and there's a cresent moon out tonight. The starts and such are going to be very visible." He looked up towards the sky, more stars were appearing. Hundreds of thousands, glimmering. He turned his yellow gaze to the she-cat. "And what about you?" He asked, curious why she was also at the white sand beach this evening.
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 5, 2012 11:56:33 GMT -5
Zahara looked up at the sky at the stars that got the bravery to show themselves. It was rather beautiful, actually.
Refocusing on the tom's question, she answer. "I just came here...to get away from things, y'know? Get away from the stress of real life. Here, I can just be at peace." The assassin left out the fact that she felt closest to her brother here, this is where he died. "It's just so quiet here..." Zahara looked down from the night sky and out to the ocean's waves, watching as they climb a small ways up the sandy shore, and then recede.
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Post by stormiday on Jul 6, 2012 13:03:08 GMT -5
"It is isn't it?" Francis said warmly, calmly. He gave the she-cat a warm smile. He took a moment longer. Then looked at at the she-cat. She greatly reminded him of the she-cat he loved, and thought she loved him back. Big blue eyes, color pointing and stripped tail. They could almost be twins, from the same litter. A pain stabbed him, she left him for another. He sighed and pushed the memory away. He got up and sat next to the Zahara. He focused his eyes on the tides like she was. The white foam as the waves crashed against the shoreline. and receded, and returned. So simple it was, yet so relaxing. He felt that everthing was gone. The fighting and arguing, the pain and regret, seemed to flow out of him. Like they were leaving with the tides. "I find it amazing how the without the moon, there would be no tides." He started, letting his mind roam free and let his maw release the words that passed through his mind. "How two things, hundered of thousands of miles apart can work together and creat something so simple and great."
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 6, 2012 13:54:10 GMT -5
Zahara nodded, "The water would be boring without its tides, no character at all." she replied, still keeping her gaze on the tides. It almost felt like she was washing away with it, but when the tide came back, all of the bad memories returned with it, and then washed away once more. It was a continuous cycle that wouldn't end anytime soon. The assassin glanced up at the moon, and then back down at the tide, curious on how they worked together, the exact mechanics of it. The she-cat was never the one to read books, the majority of her skills was in combat. Francis more that likely knew more than she when it comes to academics.
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Post by stormiday on Jul 8, 2012 10:52:24 GMT -5
"Exactly." He said in almost a whisper. He looked at Zahara from the corn of his eye. Her appearance was shockingly similar to the lady that left him years ago. He wouldn't hold that agsinst Zahara, she more than likely never even heard of the siamese. He pushed back the painful memory and turned his attention to the rolling tises, the crestent moon, and back to the tides. The silence between them was relaxing, but also nerve-wracking. "S-so," He voice cracked. Embarassment fluttered in his stomach. He cleared his throat and tried talking again. "SO Zahara, what do you do for a living?" He asked her, then beat himself inside for asking a question that might be too personal. He looked at the color pointed she-cat with a crooked smile and waited for a response.
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 8, 2012 11:04:01 GMT -5
"Oh! Well, I do work for hire." Zahara mewed, she wasn't about to go on about how she gets contracted to kill cats, /THAT/ would make the conversation really turn awkward and fear-filled. "I get hired for various jobs that cats don't want to do themselves." That's still pretty much true, right? Cats hire her to kill other cats because they didn't want to do it themselves so they wouldn't be targeted as a main suspect. Sounds selfish of the contractors, yes, but they pay the she-cat to do it, and that's all that Zahara needed, was to be paid and make a living.
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Post by stormiday on Jul 8, 2012 11:20:29 GMT -5
"Very interesting, sounds like it's worth it." Francis said warmly. He thought about his carrer, and what he did for a living. He read books, and wrote down things from sun up until sundown. He couldn't forget the most rewarding part of being a Sage. His own Page, Oshe. The blue pointed saimese tom was like his son. A flash of anger welled in Francis. The day where Oshe's father handed him off to Francis to teach. Only because his son stuttered. She shook away the anger and felt pride and love for his Page. He was like the son he didn't have, Oshe was his family.
"Do you enjoy your job?" He asked unconsciously. Then he laid his curled ears against his head in embarassment. He knew she did not want to say anymore, but his tongue slipped. He curled his tail around his paws and looked her, his yellow eyes seeming to yell "Sorry".
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 8, 2012 13:32:25 GMT -5
Zahara nodded, "Sometimes it's enjoyable," she began. One of the most enjoyable parts of being an assassin was simply running across the rooftops, free climbing and feeling the wind in your fur. "But other times it can be rather difficult." To the assassin, killing the target without being seen is the most difficult part. Some contractors specifically ask you to not be seen and/or stash the body. This costs more since the risk of getting caught is greater.
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