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Post by falconkai on Sept 24, 2012 0:07:20 GMT -5
The night stormed outside of the Lion's Head Tavern. The salt of the sea's spray brushing the costal houses as the rain roared down on the tavern's roof, it's harsh cry sounding like the wail of a thousand dying cats and the roar of lion. Making Theus all the more wary as he sat inside the tavern, one ocean coloured eye flicking around the room as he drank an ale.
He had offered free drinks to the other soldiers if they'd come to the grimy, seaside tavern. But no one had shown up as of yet, making him even more nervous about the bartender staring at his bandaged face as he drank, making his paranoia spike like a porcupine's quills.
Sighing, he pulled out a knife and began carving something into the table, only stopping with a nervous chuckle when he caught the tubby inkeeper frowning at him. Bored, Theus slid the knife back into the leather harness on his leg and went back to tapping his claws on the table. Just as the door opened...
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Post by theodora on Sept 24, 2012 0:29:03 GMT -5
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As the heavy wooden door swung wide the entrance was all the more dramatic when a resounding clap of thunder followed suit. However, as the feline strode in on wet paws, the look on her face was far from theatrical. Despite having the same cliche relationship with water most cats posessed, Theodora's features remained tranquil. Ashen fur was saturated, dripping and leaving a trail behind as she drew herself inside with a gentle flick of her tail. The bartender had raised his head, as she stood, a towering female and willowy as a pole. Her slanted golden eyes took time scanning the room, a brow arching at the tattooed tom before she spoke in her honey-rasp tones. "Can't a lady get a drink around here?...And a towel." The smile was white and wicked as it flashed quickly across her muzzle, strutting to a chair not far from where Theus sat. Elbow nearly knocked his as she leant forward, a paw wiping the rain that still dribbled into her eyes. It'd been a long night, the weather making it all less tolerable as she had gone about her business. Fortunately, the thief whom had been her chosen foe had proved far from capable of handling his weapon, and her job had been swift and decisive. Now all she intended to do was grab a drink to warm her belly and let her mind wander some from her daily routine of work and no play.
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Post by falconkai on Sept 24, 2012 0:57:50 GMT -5
A near-invisible grin flicked up at the corner's of Theus' mouth as the ashen she-cat sat down at the table as Theus let out a small chuckle. His gravely voice like a silent thunder-clap as he spoke to the soaked Oriential. "Drinks yes, But as for towels? I'm afraid not." Theus said, a small grin on his face as he motioned to the bartender. All the while eyeing the she-cat out of the corner of his one ocean-blue eye. His mind wandering to the past. "Her eyes are almost identical to her's except a little bit yellower... Shaking his head, Theus snapped out of his memories, someone had said something. "I'm sorry, can you please repeat that?" He questioned waiting for the voicer to say something.
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Post by theodora on Sept 24, 2012 1:15:21 GMT -5
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You look good, for a drowned rat. With a snort she pushed back the constant voice that taunted her, and let herself be drawn in by the voice attached to the male beside her. Without hesitation she studied him, face remaining relaxed and if anything, pleasant. Yet for all her leisure she was alert and calculating. At attention, eyes lost in shadow, muscles tense with readiness of battle. Soldier. Or something like it. It was a useful talent, and not unusual. Most military trained could pick out their own. The darkness in his single undamaged eye was far too familiar to her to ignore. To his answer she let a soft, low chuckle rumble in her throat as she flicked a paw, catching the attention of the bartender. "A drink will do, I suppose. Whiskey please." As the dark alcohol was plopped before her, Theo swallowed it without a pause before gesturing for another. Theo never nursed her first whiskey. The other she held a moment, claw running along the glasses rim as she glanced yet again at the fellow warrior. His thoughts were deep, and he did not recognize as the cat dishing out the beverages inquired if he would like another. When the tom did come to she felt a pang of sympathy, for Theo was all too aware of how easy it was to fall victim to clinging memories of the past..."A drink, friend? It would be nice for some companionship that featured talk instead of torture." With a grin, the statuesque female's gaze shown with quiet amusement. It was rare that Theo got time to chat with anyone, especially someone she had no plans of executing. "Besides, what girl would turn down the chance to chat with a tom who can actually look into her eyes?" The grin widened. It was true for poor Theo, whose impressive height had always made her the odd one out, not that she had minded all the much. Still, not having to crouch or hover above another was a pleasant break. You're tongue will someday tie itself up with all your pretty words, Sister..
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Post by falconkai on Sept 24, 2012 1:27:50 GMT -5
"I think I'm good for the moment." Theus chuckled quietly as he answered the bartender, before looking back at the ashen she-cat. Trying to hold back a wince at her last words, looking away and sort of shrinking into his chair, fiddling with the locket on his wrist all the while. "Well uh... I'm Theus?" He smiled weakly, offering out his locket-wearing paw to shake as his mind ran in little circles. He could never fathom cats who where weren't reserved in personality. But he attempted a rather weak smile, after all playing along with the crowd was important.
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Post by theodora on Sept 24, 2012 1:42:11 GMT -5
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Gold flickered momentarily. For a moment that look of wariness, of worry. It was so very much like Steph. But young, no more than a kit, and the thought surprised her enough into a pause of silence. Theodora's reservations were of another kind. A secret shadow lurking under the surface. How much more difficult to figure a puzzle together, when one wasn't even aware of the hidden pieces? Taking a long sip she drew out her own paw, shaking with a firm grip. Gaze dropped to the locket and an ear twitched curiously, but she didn't address it. "No need to fear, Theus. My comrade's always tell me I've need for a muzzle. It's merely a change from dodging daggers. I go by Theo." Another rumble of thunder reverberated through the tavern and she felt her tail frizz, body language still remaining lax as her head tilted back and she studied the ceiling. "I'm beginning to think that I don't get paid enough.." Came out in a sigh, pink tongue running over the remnants of bitter warm whiskey on her canines. Her muscles creaked, and she was sure that there were a few cuts and bruises that would need to be attended to. But she was in no hurry to run back into the raging storm brewing outside. Theo considered speaking again, but something about the tom gave her doubts. Was it that split second familiarity so much resembling Steph? Or her own doubts as a cat who was too used to battle instead of banter? Instead, Theo decided to see whether or not the male would find it in himself to speak. Don't keep quiet too long, Theo, or he might just notice whats broken in your eyes... She shut her eyes to close out the words that she was no certain were her own or someone elses...
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Post by falconkai on Sept 24, 2012 1:51:52 GMT -5
Theus nodded at the she-cat's statement, one ear twitching as he eyed the storm outside the windows, hoping that it would calm before he had to venture back across the rooftops. "Not like they'll ever give any of us a raise." He growled, scratching lightly at the bandage on his face. The scars were itching again, the thought of another trip to the saw-bones making him shudder. "Any news?" He asked, turning back to the she-cat to try and take his mind off of doctors. By Grimalkin they scared him.
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Post by theodora on Sept 24, 2012 2:09:33 GMT -5
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The dark she-cat snorted. No raise could very well pay enough, and a part of her enjoyed the many requirements of her job, no matter the reward. Something Theo wasn't sure made her better or worse. Ears twisted towards Theus and the three golden hoops twinkled, giving off a soft melody in the quiet hum of the tavern room. "News? Hm. If you mean with every criminal plucked off the street, three more pop up in their place news, then, yeah." It was now that Theo would make a somewhat uncomfortable slip of the tongue. The whiskey had loosened it, and fatigue would have it trip up altogether as she went on. "A Shade can barely keep their blade clean with all the scum that's been showing up..." Those that had sat lazily in the tavern had now stiffened with surprise, and a different feeling altogether. Something very much on the lines of hostility. For there were many a soldier residing in close proximity to one very alone, female Shade. Theo knew the moment she made her mistake, and those deep golden eyes just barely shifted to the color of burning pyrite, face still remaining calm as a frozen lakes surface. "Mm. Cat's got my tongue this time..."
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Post by falconkai on Sept 24, 2012 2:25:20 GMT -5
"Eh, they won't come near the table." Theus snorted, eyeing up the throng of cats with an oceanic eye that gleamed like the dark seas. But still he rested a pale paw on the curved knife in his leg harness as he ordered another drink. His ears twitching in spike sharp nervousness, as he began to drink another ale. The locket on his wrist still gleaming, as little drops of blood seeped from around the edges it dug in his wrist.
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Post by theodora on Sept 24, 2012 2:42:20 GMT -5
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A brow arched high on her face to Theus' response. Indeed, the soldiers made no move towards where she sat, despite the growing sense of aggression, thick enough to cut with a knife. A paw had tucked against her, fondling the dagger she treasured so well. His answer had made her mind wander, and she began to feel the stirrings of curiosity yet again. This time, she spoke. "Though my reputation precedes me often, I know these good ol' boys wouldn't mind ruffling my fur some, as they are the larger of the group. Unless...." She stopped, noticing he blood that trickled down his paw, leaving droplets of scarlet decorating the tables surface. "Unless it wasn't just me they were afraid of." Gaze flicked to his face now, bright but aloof as she considered what this just might entail. Who was this Theus, anyway? This tom who did not seem aware of his own blood oozing from his body..."Who are you?" Soft, quiet, in her low tones. Ears cupped forward to catch his answer, head tilted ever so slightly. A toe on her forepaw dabbed in his blood on the wood and stained her dark fur as she waited.
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Post by falconkai on Sept 25, 2012 2:49:50 GMT -5
Theus' oceanic eye widened, the blood draining from his face. He was in real trouble now; taking off the bandage would freak people out and it made him nervous, and he definitely couldn't talk in front of the younger legionnaries, No they would spread more lying tales. Sighing he stopped absent-mindedly cleaning his bloodied wrist on the table-side. Lifting up his arm, he placed the bloodied, locket-held wrist on the table in front of the ashen-she cat.
The locket was smooth silver and in the shape of a heart, with tiny intricate lines carved into it. Yet it had no obvious latch to unlock it. Lifting up his other paw, he placed two claws on indents in the locket, making the top half of the silver heart flick open. Inside there was a small drawing of a white she-cat with pale-tan tabby markings and wavy, silky hair and milky green eyes. On the other half of the locket the word "Orpheus", was carved into the silver.
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Post by theodora on Oct 2, 2012 13:34:09 GMT -5
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Post by falconkai on Oct 4, 2012 8:55:01 GMT -5
"Yes she was..." Orpheus smiled serenely at the locket's picture, a look of calm that so rarely appeared on his face these days gathering in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth as he stared into the green eyes of the cat in the picture. Before shaking his head and quickly snapping the locket shut as his arm fell under the table and he quickly ordered a drink. Before going back to looking at the ashen-she cat with his one oceanic eye, that glowed in the dim tavern's light.
"Yes she was..." He mumbled, reaching for the mug one of the tavern-hands brought him, before taking a quick swig. As the soldiers nearby whispered in speculation of what was in the mysterious locket that was sliver with no key. Another rumor, another story, another story that the elder cats would roll their eyes about, but secretly fear true.
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Post by theodora on Oct 10, 2012 16:10:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Saberfoxx/TP2.png] Theo lifted a paw, ordering her own beverage. She was beginning to feel the warmth wrap around her, like warm bath water running through her veins. The she-cat let herself lean back in her chair, gaze half shut as she let the tom revel in the memories he so obviously guarded so jealously. The female knew very well what that was like. For a brief second she felt lonely, empty of her brothers voice resonating in her skull. But then she pushed it aside, slow smile still faint on her muzzle. "May I ask...her name?" Theodora waited again, not moving, as if afraid one false step would crack the males fragile tranquility. Instead she let her eyes shut altogether, feeling the warmth sink deeper inside her.
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Post by falconkai on Oct 20, 2012 21:40:49 GMT -5
"Mialrien..." The cat known as Orpheus purred as he took a sip from his tanker, pronouncing the name like a dying cat would their last breath. The moment changing his face, making his ocean eye seem less like the darkest depths, but instead the light tide that washed along the shore. Making him seem more of a lost soul than a cat that had fought his way through the riots like a beast.
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