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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 22, 2016 17:48:18 GMT -5
"You left one of them to die." said Tigertail. "Answer me straight: Was she going to hurt you?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 22, 2016 17:50:36 GMT -5
Weaselstar bristled. "I was more worried about the black eyed monster who could have easily killed me, as well as her." He growled. "Do you think I like having to make the tough calls? Do you think this clan needed to lose another leader, on a s.uicide mission?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 7:52:16 GMT -5
"I think this Clan needs a leader." said Tigertail unsympathetically. "And to be perfectly blunt, I don't think you're filling the position right now."
"Hey!" called Mistystep. "There's someone out here!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 7:57:19 GMT -5
"Oh we're being blunt, are we? Okay. I don't care." Weasel hissed, his temper slipping. In fact, Mistystep's words were the only thing that stopped him from saying more things he'd likely regret. Without another look at Tigertail he stalked out to see what she meant.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:00:33 GMT -5
In the center of the clearing sat a young gray tabby. He had very strange markings - silver stripes unnaturally spiraled in odd patterns around his gray coat. As he turned his head to look at Weaselstar, his eyes caught the light and glowed briefly. White-blue.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:04:03 GMT -5
The fur along Weaselstar's spine bristled, and he narrowed his dull eyes at the stranger. "What are you?" He asked bluntly, flicking an ear back and hoping it as another one of whatever Hastiel was. Those seemed nicer than the others.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:14:03 GMT -5
"An angel." he answered hesitantly. "I have a great many different names...but you may call me Suriel."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:16:28 GMT -5
"What are your intentions, Suriel?" Weaselstar asked, keeping his voice even and wary. This day had been frightening enough as it was, he was taking no chances.
"Wait, did you know Hastiel?" Wrenkit asked impulsively.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:18:01 GMT -5
Suriel turned his head quickly to stare at Wrenkit. "Hastiel? Have you seen her?" he asked, sharply, tilting his head.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:20:12 GMT -5
"What are your intentions?" Weaselstar repeated, attempting to take control of the conversation.
Wrenkit didn't seem to realize that Weaselstar didn't want her to continue. She bowed her head sadly. "I'm so sorry, but...I think she's dead."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:21:25 GMT -5
Suriel flicked his ears back. He was silent for several moments. "How?" he asked at last.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:24:34 GMT -5
Being only a kit as of about four days ago, it didn't even cross her mind to try and hide the truth. "He saw her get attacked by something so he ran away." She explained, gesturing to Weaselstar with her head.
"There was nothing I could have done." Weaselstar defended himself firmly.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:28:33 GMT -5
Suriel narrowed his eyes at Weaselstar. "I know you." he said ominously after a moment. "I saw you before you died." He paused, looking around. "You're the leader of this group?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:31:24 GMT -5
Weaselstar's body went strangely still, even the tip of his tail didn't shiver. "I am." He answered, his voice a cold monotone. "Which means you need to talk to me, not her. Now what, are your, intentions?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 8:35:25 GMT -5
Suriel's voice was ice cold now. "As much as I'd rather leave you to your own devices, I have orders. To keep you safe while you help me figure out why the angels are trapped here. And no..." his eyes flashed with power again briefly - "refusal is not an option."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 8:37:45 GMT -5
"Orders from whom?" Weaselstar persisted, ignoring the threat.
"Why would we refuse?" Wrenkit unwisely spoke again.
"Wrenkit, please be quiet." Weaselstar growled under his breath. The kit dipped her head quickly, embarrassed.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 9:03:41 GMT -5
"That's not your concern." said Suriel coldly. "I can incinerate any one of you with the touch of my paw, so I suggest you obey me."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 9:05:58 GMT -5
Weaselstar's hackles raised, but otherwise he didn't respond. "All right. Let's say we do decide to obey you. What do you want isn't do?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 9:07:31 GMT -5
Suriel ignored him and turned to Wrenkit, speaking in an extremely different tone. This one was calm and kind, similar to Hastiel. "Is there a place here that's different? Even just a feeling, like magic?" he asked. "Have you ever been to a place like that?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 9:10:46 GMT -5
Weaselstar's ear flicked back, annoyance flashing for an instant in his amber eyes before he masked it.
"Um..." Wrenkit, frowned, thinking hard. "Yeah. I mean, I think so. It scared me, so I didn't stay. That was before I found these cats."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 9:11:42 GMT -5
"Do you remember where it is? Do you think we could get there?" he asked.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 9:12:55 GMT -5
"Maybe." Wrenkit offered. "I can try." She added in a more determined tone, standing.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 11:26:31 GMT -5
"Wrenkit will take us to the place, and we will proceed from there." announced Suriel. "Everyone follow."
"So we're leaving? Just like that?" said Tigertail.
"So..." said Mistystep to Ianuarius. "Where are we going?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 11:30:56 GMT -5
Ianuarius didn't break pace, or even glance at the she-cat beside him. His shadowy pelt was slowly becoming a more regular texture, less like liquid darkness and more like fur. "There's something I must take care of." He told her simply. They were heading back the way Weaselstar had come.
"It's as good a plan as any." Weasel admitted, somewhat grumpily.
Wrenkit turned and led the way, nervously. "It isn't far."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 11:47:49 GMT -5
"Good." said Suriel, walking with the small group. "I- Get down!" he interrupted himself, spinning around. Tigertail obeyed hastily as a large black and white cat came barreling towards them, eyes an unnatural jet black. Suriel leapt up to intercept it and they clashed in midair. Suriel pinned the screeching creature down with one paw and there was a blinding flash of white light that illuminated his wings for a split second. The monster went limp, eyes smoking.
"So you're a reaper?" said Mistystep. "Does that mean you're Grayeyes? The cat who led me here?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 12:16:44 GMT -5
Wrenkit shrieked. She only dared stand and open her eyes after a couple minutes of calm, and then she backed away, frightened by both Suriel and the dead "cat". "Wha..what was that?" She cried out.
Weaselstar flattened himself instantly, then stood slowly. He wasn't shocked at the angel's performance, but he still disliked it and his pelt stood up despite his best efforts.
He didn't stop, but Ianuarius did give her a swift, dark glance. In that moment she could see his eyes were longer the shining white they had been; they were now a freezing blue. "Yes." He answered.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 12:18:39 GMT -5
"He seemed...nicer." said Mistystep after a moment, ears flicking back at the change. "No offense."
"That," said Suriel, shaking himself and flicking his paw, "was a demon."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 12:22:28 GMT -5
"A.....demon?" Wrenkit repeated weakly. "Um.....okay."
"Let's just go." Weaselstar twitched his tail, giving the body a look of dislike. "Wrenkit?"
"Right." She murmured, turning and leading the way. "It's...Um...Right over that hill I think."
Ianuarius shrugged. "None taken. It's my job to convince you to trust me." At this point they were almost at the place Hastiel had been attacked.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 27, 2016 12:25:26 GMT -5
"This place feels...cold." said Mistystep suddenly. "Unfriendly."
Suriel nodded and continued following her. "You were a kit before?" he asked.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 27, 2016 12:30:29 GMT -5
Wrenkit actually laughed at that, although more at the strangeness of her answer. "Last week, I was an innocent little jerk, or so my mom said. Then I got sick."
"An angel died here." Ianuarius answered solemnly, pausing. "Stay here. I will return soon, but you shouldn't follow me." Without further explanation, he went the short way to the spot and disappeared into the place.
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