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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 29, 2012 21:09:10 GMT -5
The day was nice, a bit chilly as the wind shuffled through the trees, making the leaves fall in a shower of red, orange and yellow hues, painting the surroundings in a beautiful array of colors. A large tom walked up the path heading towards the north district, returning to his wife after a short day of work, seeing that not many occupied the cells at this point in time. Adjusting his belt, the cat pulled his hair from his eyes and wrapped it behind his ear as he watched the ground while listening to the wind whistle in his ears as the leave danced around his bulky form. Other then the wind, it was pretty quiet in this part of the realm, and quiet was something the Jailer loved after being in a dark foul smelling hole filled with the moans and groans of cats awaiting their fates. Letting his eyes slip shut for a moment, Azael just walked, enjoying the time he had to himself for a moment.
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Post by Owl-flight on Oct 29, 2012 21:36:49 GMT -5
((mind if I jump in? *is rather new to the forum*))
Alys walked along the thin arching top of the roof, red shingles spilled away to her left and right. She focused her eyes on the chimney on the far side of the building. She easily walked one foot in front of the other, being sure not to step on leaves and make a crunching sound. To an outsider she would just seem to be enjoying herself but really she was practicing walking on roof tops without a sound. Not the scrape of a claw or crunch of a leaf. It was a skill she needed if she was to be an asset to her new guild. She didn't notice the cat walking in the street below.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 29, 2012 22:55:44 GMT -5
Azael shivered a bit, his fur fluffing out at the action as he continued on his stroll, wondering if now would be a good time to grab himself a nice warm cloak from the market, despite having thick fur, it wasn't the best against the cold.. and at this point he envied a long haired cat's glorious winter coat. The bird chirped peacefully in the distance and in a few trees the tom passed, though what he couldnt put his digit on... was that obnoxious clanking and shuffling noise that seemed to arise every few seconds. Stopping at such phenomenon, the jailer would listen a moment, those round audits twitching as they tried to pinpoint where this irritant was being emitted from. Icy gaze moved about the fields and fences, mmm, not there, next the houses beside him, peering down a lonely road that lead to another cluster of house.. ehh, not coming from there, but hmm, The tom would finally glance up, his cold eyes being filled with the she-cat trying to be.. stealthy? It looked like..
Furrowing his brows, Azael watched her a moment with her attempts at graceful silence, that seemed to be a win fail situation. "Evenin' miss.. " his deep voice would crawl from his throat like it hadn't seen the light of day for years, it gruff and blunt. "Mind getting down from there before you kill yourself and I have to be the one to drag your body to the nearest infirmary .... " The Siamese would cross his arms, looking away from her after that.. "And then blame me... " , that being said under his breath.
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Post by Owl-flight on Oct 30, 2012 0:03:22 GMT -5
Alys looked at the tom with irritation, it wasn't like she was an uncoordinated fool. To prove it to him she let her paws slide gracefully down the side of the roof, slipping off the edge and jumping off the opposite wall in the narrow street, landing in front of him. As she came closer she noticed that he was a thick built Siamese tom like the one he had seen when she first met snow. She passed it off as her associating him with the group because she had been thinking about it all day in her excitement. "I think I can fend for myself big guy" she said tilting her chin up so she could look the taller tom in the eye.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 31, 2012 0:14:00 GMT -5
He watched her slip from the building just waiting for her to make a mistake and tumble to the ground, creating a big mess he'd be responsible to clean up in the end but to his surprise she landed right next to him safe and sound, which he was grateful for. The Jailer moved to step aside her and continue on his way without another word As the feline stepped to him , looking into his eyes which would narrow with a wrinkle of his muzzle, not seeming to be to interested in the female.
"Your stealth needs work, I can hear you from a mile away." Azael would decide to say in his sudden departure with his curled tail twitching as he walked off, a hint of swagger in his step. Women.
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Post by Owl-flight on Nov 1, 2012 0:12:31 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed to slits "I happen to be known for my stealth, thank you very much!" Of course she knew it needed a tinny bit of work she was a lot better than most cats. This cocky must just have ears to big for his little head! She was one of the stealthiest cats in her guild their was no way anyone was telling her she was a cluts.
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Post by sumatrae on Nov 1, 2012 19:30:12 GMT -5
((hope you don't mind if I jump innnnnnnnn)) Tula was changing tactics, her earlier post hadn't worked out so well, not even one shilling to show for two whole hours. So she decided to move or there'd be no dinner for her that night. And no dinner was never all that fun. Grinning a little, still cheerful despite the not so good start she skipped and looked up at the sky, blue scarf wrapped around her neck.
She didn't noticed voices until she had almost reached them, eyes widened in surprise at meeting some cats. But a closer examination of hearing entitled her to notice that they were slightly raised and sounded annoyed. Now perhaps to most that sounds like nothing but when you are a rather small weak kitten it is not the best. Although she was only two months short of a year Tula had a very small chance of holding anything larger than a cricket off for long. Therefore her chances seemed much better if she sneaked around them.
Flattening her ears she noticed a wall to her right that she could use to get onto the edge of the roof of a house. Lightly and with a dancer's strength she leapt onto the bricks and crept silently forwards, being careful to keep her tail from dragging and placing each small paw straight in front of the previous one. As she drew nearer the tortie carefully jumped all the way on the roof, pausing for a moment as she could now catch the words of the rather heated conversation below her.
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Post by Owl-flight on Nov 1, 2012 22:24:56 GMT -5
((not at all)
Alys snorted, "And you think I'm loud!" she said with exasperation, looking in the direction of the cat eavesdropping on them, her voice was loud enough for the younger cat to hear easily. "Why don't you come down from there before <i>you</i> get hurt?" she glanced back at the tom her eyes asking him to insult her farther, because if he did she wouldn't hesitate to start a fight.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Nov 2, 2012 14:38:57 GMT -5
Azael would once again stop as the female continued to blabber on after he had quite obviously ended the conversation, though with the last comment, he could only wonder who the hell she was actually talking too. Glancing back over his shoulder, the tom upped his brows, seeing the female was speaking to another that was .... also climbing ontop of roofs. With a sigh, he'd rub his paw over his face, turning back to watch the two for a moment.
"I said it needed work, don't get too defensive there little lady." Aza would return her words with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with taunts, as he just wished for her to try something, she may be stealthy but he was made for fighting, more or so.. destroying. Though if they did end up in a fight, Snow probably wouldn't be the happiest of cats in the world.
Clearing his throat, the male turned his attention back to the darker feline who was perched a top the house. "Evenin'" he'd greet her, his voice raspy and blunt. "No need to ease drop, miss stealth over here is just taking some constructive criticism to heart. "
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Post by Owl-flight on Nov 2, 2012 19:40:53 GMT -5
"Criticize this" she spat and took crouched down, springing at him. She slipped her scarf from around her waste, revealing a small bag and vile beneath it (he may recognize them from HoG) The scarf may seem like a petty weapon but she knew how to use it to tangle another cat's paws together, or blind them temporarily. The coins hanging on the end could actually pack a surprisingly strong punch, but it was more of an escape weapon that anything, but she knew the contents of her pouch could turn the tides of this battle, she'd save those for later though. She'd forgotten about the younger Tortoiseshell perched on the roof, she'd really only used her to provoke an excuse to attack.
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Post by sumatrae on Nov 2, 2012 20:31:49 GMT -5
Tula narrowed her eyes as the two cats below her made an attempt to drag her into the argument. But although she would have gladly gone over to talk to them the small tortie was streetwise, and, quite frankly, much smarter than that. So she plopped herself down and curled her tail around her paws to show she most certainly wasn't going anywhere.
Now normally she would've gotten well the heck out of there but by closer examination of the two cats in front of her she realised that she didn't need too. The female with the eerie hearing skills wasn't small and although she looked like she had a dancer's strength as well she figured that her knowledge of the streets and daily dancing would give her the crown to get away with. Upon a second glance Tulila suspected that the only reason that the stuck up she-cat had heard her was the unearthly size of those ears, obviously elite like herself. The tom looked like he could take some wear and tear but she was still smaller than him so she could probably get away.
That female below her arguing with her heart had the distinct impression of a royal cat. Instantly distrust and dislike flooded Tula's senses. Royal cats were rich and had everything they needed. And they just ignored everyone else. And probably wanted her in an orphanage, the one place she absolutely refused to go. All that money... It could by her dinner for a week! It could feed all the hungry beggars with no job and no house. It could have saved her parents. Glaring down at the strange markings on the cat with the hood she felt a rush of anger, something that she didn't usually have.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Nov 3, 2012 22:41:27 GMT -5
He'd have his sword drawn as the female crouched, his long sword slipping gracefully from its leather sheathe in deadly silence, those icy eyes watching the female's every movement before she sprung forward, lashing out with her scarf which would be no match for the sharpened steel of his blade, but luckily, he'd do nothing but keep his defensive position after getting a good glance at the poison vile... it matching his own. Azael would simply then attempt to grab the oncoming fabric and wrap it around his paw before using his brute strength to whip her away in a yanking but fluid motion, if not successful he'd simply let the long, creative weapon, wrap around any of his body part it aimed for and slid the sword back into its holding. [Either way he'd put his sword away in the end.] "Looks Like we cant have any fun, little miss." his rough voice came as he angled his body to pull a matching vile from a pouch along his belt, the golden snake head and purple liquid within it glistening in the sun light as he held it towards her, showing her what he ment.
"I dont fight my own."
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Post by Owl-flight on Nov 4, 2012 1:08:14 GMT -5
When Alys had gone to attack she had planed on wrapping the scarf around Azael's head, to blind and unbalance him, but once he noticed the vile and changed his stance Alys became confused and didn't notice as he shot out one paw to block her scarf, wrapping it around his own paw. She still held on tight and was ready to pull a throwing knife from her pouch when he calmly pulled out a familiar vile. She looked at her own poison to be sure he hadn't somehow taken it from her but it was true, he was part of her guild. She took a step back, roughly snatching her scarf away from him. "Fine then," she wrapped her scarf back around her waste, covering her guild items back up, not sure what to say next.
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Post by sumatrae on Nov 4, 2012 9:50:03 GMT -5
When the she-cat had attacked the big tom Tula became curious. Slipping down from the roof and onto the ground she crept up to them as they wouldn't notice a small silent tortie while fighting. She lay crouched right beside them as the female with the odd markings whipped her scarf at the tom. But the tom didn't attack with the sword he had... he seemed to be trying to block her? The little she-cat tilted her head to one side inquiringly.
Backing up a little Tula watched as the big tom raised a vile up with pink liquid. What was he doing with that? And he wasn't going to fight her? Her small pink nose twitched as the two cats drew apart like some unknown barrier had been breached. The royal cat sure had a temper all right. But why had she been yelling at the big tom in the first place? Tula flicked her tail and shook her head, royalty couldn't be trusted.
"What's with the pink stuff?" the little tortie asked before she could stop herself. Backing up she covered her mouth with a paw and got ready to make a run for it. Surprisingly enough she trusted the tom cat more that the one with the red scarf but still... She admitted that she probably wasn't supposed to be there.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Nov 4, 2012 22:12:11 GMT -5
Azael released the scarf as she pulled it back, smiling softly at her.. this one really did have some spunk in her, didn't she. Was good, and Azael enjoyed having company that didn't hesitate to defend themselves, it reminded him of his days as a soldier. The tom would chuckle a bit, shaking his head, "Azael, little miss... Sorry, I have a sick sense of humor, and a temper like yours, couldn't help myself." he'd shrug with a innocent look shining in those cold blue eyes.
As the other feline approached, and finally spoke up, the jailer would glance over, looking over the younger cat for a moment before reaching up a paw to scratch at his chin. "This? ... Something to put someone to sleep for a very long time, youngin' " Aza looked down at the vile a moment before slipping it back into his bag, hiding it away. "Something ya wouldn't want to be playing with..."
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