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Post by &Willow on Aug 11, 2008 17:15:33 GMT -5
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The valley, dark and cold as usual. The sinister aura that surrounded the place seemed to grow thicker. Thick claws dug into the bark of a nearby tree, hoisting an old silver figure. He was oh so familiar. His sleek, lean frame clung to the branch, white paws sank their clear claws into the bark, keeping him from falling off. Though he was aging he still had those powerful muscles that had won him this group of cats. Crimson eyes that gleamed with sinister light stared down at a lone skull, it belonged to a fox. It had various claw marks embedded in it. The tom grinned, remembering how he had killed it himself, scoring the skull with his claws. Licking his lips he let go of the skull, letting it rest between the branches. His eyes narrowed in to gleaming red slits. His firebrick nose twitched as he paced up and down the branch.
There was a flutter. Abaddon looked up, sighting a swallow. Licking his lips he crouched low, eyes glinting in the darkness. His striped tail twitched, claws pricking at the bark as he waited. The bird took of, and he immediately launched himself from the branch. With his paws stretched out his claws hooked onto a wing. Twisting as he fell back to earth he landed on his paws, the fall had stunned the bird. Sniffing at it he picked through its feathers, leaving them scattered about. The meat was a little tough for his teeth, but he was able to eat it with ease.
Leaving the bones scattered he licked his lips, there was no reason for him to give thanks or even bury the bones. He hated and despised StarClan. That was the reason he had taken over this group. He always hated the clans, ever since they moved themselves to this area so many moons ago. "Haha...pretty soon my lovely children will be putting their plans to action," he let out a hoarse laugh, his tail twitching various times. Death would come to all of the cats if they didn't forget their ways, turn their backs onto StarClan, and joins them. Abaddon licked his lips, cleaning them of the excess left by the meal. Jasminesky, that little wench he had taken from RiverClan, she was denying to have kits with him again. No matter, he'd just choose a kit-mother, or any Cazadora willing to bear his kits.
Licking his chest he rose up from his spot and started trotting further along the small forest. The valley was full of forest, there was a little stream, and then the camp. He stopped, ears alert, rustling? Was someone daring to follow him? He turned, eyes glaring at the bushes.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 451 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; First post with Abaddon!
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 11, 2008 17:46:23 GMT -5
Echo had seen the Advisor leaving, hiding in the shadows. She had been tempted to follow him for a reason she didn't know. It was a stupid notion on her part, she knew well he didn't like being followed. But for some reason, she wanted to, to figure out what he did. Echo's dark fur was blending into the shadows well, until she began to walk through the bushes. They snagged at her fur, making her move strangely and ache. Plants got tangled in her fur, and she cursed under her breath. Echo stopped just in time to hear that blood-chilling laughter and the tom turning. Meekly, The Cazadora walked out of the bushes, her fur matted and tangled.
"Sorry. I saw you leaving, And I wanted to know where you were going." She meowed, green eyes focusing on Abbadon. The she-cat refused to look into his red glare, it made her afraid just as much as it made the kits afraid. Echo felt stupid, like an overgrown infant, that she had come after him. Abbadon wasn't someone you would want to meet alone. She flicked her tail absentmindedly, staring at the bones scattered upon the valley. Many battles had been fought here, Echo could even smell the stale fear-scent that was left of many cats. She relished it. Echo loved coming here, smelling the stench of blood and seeing the bones forever fixed in a snarl. It was her favorite place to fight, it was almost a paradise. But it wasn't always good.
Echo could remember the first few days she had been around here, smelling the scent and seeing the bones had scared the fight right out of her. But, after training here for a long while, Echo had begun to get used to it and love it. She often came here now, to calm down. But she could only remember one battle, one against a dog that had gotten away from it's twolegs. It hadn't stood a chance to the group of warriors that attacked it. Words: 338 Comments: Eh, I scraped it out. Music: Regina Spektor-The Call
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Post by &Willow on Aug 11, 2008 18:13:32 GMT -5
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He glared viciously at the she-cat, her scent was blown to him by the wind, causing him to relax. A coy smile curled on his white-gray tinted muzzle. She was familiar to him, he knew most of the cats that resided themselves within the ranks of The Rebellion. Though his stance was calm and welcoming, his gaze was dark and sinister. He may be growing older and wasn't a General anymore, he still had his strength and experience. His smile widened into a grin, he trotted closer to the dark-colored female, tail tip swishing, a sign of happiness, if the whole thing swung, he would be annoyed, but he wasn't.
"Sorry. I saw you leaving, And I wanted to know where you were going."
"Oh it is quite alright, Echo isn't it?" his voice laced with silk, bittersweet words. Yes, he knew who she was. A Cazadora, not Rebellion-born, but it was always good to get cats from outside. A cold chuckle rumbled from within his throat as he paced back and forth, watching her like a hunter. Finally he stopped, pawing a bone away from him like a toy. "I just finished a meal, I was about to take a walk until your pretty face showed up, hmm, care to join me?" might as well act friendly, he was known for getting rid of trash inside the Rebellion. He use to cut the tongues out for those who still spoke StarClan's name in hope for ending all of Abaddon's hard work. His lanky formed moved away from her.
"What were you doing before you decided to stalk me hmm?" he asked, crimson eyes narrowing into a bit of a harsh stare. He wouldn't hurt her of course, it would good to see that some cats were still practicing their skills. Abaddon moved closer to her again, waiting for her reply.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 295 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Abaddon won't hurt Echo :3 He's impressed with her.
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 11, 2008 22:19:38 GMT -5
Barriers went up in her mind as soon as Abbadon began to speak. "Yes, It's Echo. I'd be honored, sir." She spoke cooly, taking great care to come closer. Emerald eyes remained focused at him, noticing his tail tip twitching. He was happy to see her? Strange.. Echo thought. She began to walk with him, a little nervous.
What were you doing before you decided to stalk me?
She stopped, blinking. Resuming, she chose her words carefully. "Resting after a hunt." Echo meowed, flicking her tail. She felt a little strange, as she was walking with a cat who had killed many. A little uneasiness was over her, but she was fine. "What were you doing out here alone?" Echo replied, raising a cat-eyebrow. That was probably a stupid question. She mentally clawed herself, a little mad. Cat: Echo Words: Only 135 Comments:It's getting lat here..
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Post by &Willow on Aug 12, 2008 3:45:53 GMT -5
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"Yes, It's Echo. I'd be honored, sir."
Ah, he knew his cats well. The tom gave a bone-chilling laugh when she called him sir. "Please dear, call me Abaddon," he flashed an oh so charming smile, his paws were silent as they trotted slowly through the grass. A tom that had mastered stealth oh so long ago, he was a silent as the grave. It was a trait he put to good use, sneaking upon those who weren't oaying attention, upon his enemies, and prey as well. He looked up at the treetops, the sunlight never seemed to penetrate through, there was just so much...evil...here. He chuckled at that.
"Resting after a hunt." "What were you doing out here alone?"
Abaddon raised a paw, flexing and unsheathing his claws, bloodstained from many kills. Putting the paw back down he continued on walking. "Hunting, prowling the area, seeing as I can't spend time with my so-called mate," his grin turned into a sneer, "You know how those love-hate things are, poor she-cat just can't seem to accept that she isn't going back to her petty clan. She's among the best and she should be prooud." He waved his paw in the air, emphasizing his point. Letting out sigh he shrugged his shoulders. He stared over at Echo through the corner of his eye.
"I shouldn't babble about things so silly, so, m'dear, why have you decided to walk with me? When there are plenty of other things to do?" he asked, not really wanting to talk about himself, but he didn't care really. The silver tom curled his tail, letting it hang down.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 252. D:< HUT. xD Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Lulz. Abaddon, "my marriage sucks. D:<"
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 12, 2008 11:56:01 GMT -5
Echo was a little surprised. "I walk with you becuase you asked and I don't want to return yet." She meowed, twitching her tail tip. The she-cat felt strange for some reason, as if this was bad and she should leave. But something kept her there, some..feeling in the back of her mind. Even she didn't know it was there. "Jasminesky is lucky. She should understand that she gave life to the kits of a powerful cat." Echo looked at Abbadon curiously. "Why do you stay with her?"
In general, it was probably a stupid question. Most cats now were all over she-cats for beauty, nothing for personality. To her it made no sense, half the she-cats they picked had a brain the size of a poppy seed. Yes, they were very, very stupid. And then she realised what she had said. Her mind switched into, that was just a question and it really won't matter mode, and continued her thoughts. Echo really didn't care, if she ever had a mate, she wouldn't go into sappy love story mode. No, she'd fight first, and see how he'd rank up with that.
Unless it's a really big scary cat, then I just ask and leave. That would be smarter, because something tells me I'd need my backside for kits. Echo was enjoying this small time with the Advisor, the cat who she had been told much about in her training. Some things, she knew, were just plain old lies that had been moved around to make a convincing story. But even the lies were good. It made people fear more, made them have second thoughts about leaving. It was good. Words: 277, I'm on a roll! Comments: Rambly. Too rambly.
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Post by &Willow on Aug 12, 2008 16:42:28 GMT -5
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"I walk with you becuase you asked and I don't want to return yet."
Abaddon raised a non-existent eyebrow, "Oh please, you could have denied it politely and went on your merry way." The silver tom stopped, his ears pricking up, crimson gaze moving on to something in the distance. There was a flutter and a hoot, strange for an owl to be out at this time of day, but most animals that were nocturnal had been confused by this sudden dramatic change. These lands had really changed. He flexed his claws, grinding softly at the earth. The large bird was perched high in the tree.
"Jasminesky is lucky. She should understand that she gave life to the kits of a powerful cat." "Why do you stay with her?"
"Now that I think about it, I don't really know....what other she-cat would I take? The only ones capable would be a female Sin, or one of my childrens' cats," he replied, moving closer to the tree. The large bird fluttered down, talons spreading, ready to grab hold of one of the cats. It was going for Echo. Abaddon let out a yowl, blood-chilling and sinister, pouncing on the feathered fiend. Teeth found its way to the owl's feathered neck. It flapped madly, trying to shake the tom off of its back. Abaddon snapped at one of its wings, claws sinking in.
After a few more bites, the thing finally stopped moving. "...stupid birdbrained....foxdung," Abaddon pushed the bird carefully under the tree, he'd retrieve it later. Licking his jaws he started walking again. "Some predators never learn, that we here are the top of the food-chain, right beneath those dreadful twolegs."
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 241. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Abaddon saves Echo? wut?!
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 12, 2008 16:56:18 GMT -5
Echo nodded, about to speak, when she heard the hoot. She was a little nervous when the owl hooted, but when it came flying at her, She froze. It's talons were outstretched, coming toward her. All she could see was those talons, and she couldn't think of any way to fight.
Then Abbadon leaped.
Echo was breathing hard, shocked. "You..You saved me?" She stuttered, still in shock. "W..Why?" Usually it seemed like he didn't care if a cat died. I bet I sound like a blubbering idiot. I just froze! I didn't do anything! I'm useless. Echo hung her head, embarrased that she hadn't done anything. It felt horrid, seeing those talons, and not being able to move. This story would go around the rebellion quickly if it got out, and ir wouldn't help her reputation at all.
"I..er.."Echo tried to speak but couldn't think of anything to say. "I agree, If only we had a way to get rid of the twolegs. Then we'd be on top." She said quickly, trying to recover from her owl encounter. That alone had been enough to make her scared to death, and then the owl would have had an easy meal, quick. Her tail flicked as she tried to get the image out of her mind. Words: 211 Comments: And now she has an irrational fear of owls. xD
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Post by &Willow on Aug 12, 2008 17:33:42 GMT -5
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His lips curled into a sneer, looking back at the dead bird, its wings were carelessly outstretched, the only things you could see from under the the roots. Abaddon looked over at Echo, a cold stare lingering on the dark she-cat. She seemed to be in shock, fear. Fear was a bad thing.
"You..You saved me?" "W..Why?"
Why had he saved her? He could've let the owl attack her, see how well she did against it. "Why should I let a pretty face be slaughtered? You probably could have handled that fight anyway, with your training," his voice was chilling, known to send shivers down the toughest Guerrero's spine. All cats had a fear, he guessed hers was owls. He laughed, owls were a bad omen to the Clan cats, but they could easily be dealt with if you had speed and power, two things that the silver cat possessed. He extended a paw, with a single claw unsheathed, to lightly drag it along Echo's chin.
"Don't worry dear, your fear is safe with me, no one will know," he retracted the paw, a grin curling on his black lips. His striped tail flicked.
"I..er.." "I agree, If only we had a way to get rid of the twolegs. Then we'd be on top."
Abaddon let out a laugh, "Cats getting rid of the twolegs? It'd take twice as many of us." It would be fantastic if they could get that many cats. They could run the Twolegs out of here, kill them, take over. He laughed, licking his lips.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 233 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; squeee.
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 12, 2008 18:19:43 GMT -5
The claw under her chin was there and gone, but she felt is was dangerously close to her throat. Echo took a deep breath and returned to her calm exterior. "Maybe we'll have enough cats someday. Twolegs won't be on top forever." She meowed, green eyes looking sideways to Abbadon. Her thoughts began to wander, looking up at the sky. It was a clear day, cloudless and calm. But she didn't feel alright. Echo felt strange as she looked back down, staring at her paws. I feel so uneasy. She thought. The she-cat looked forward, watching Abbadon out of the corner of her eye.
{Sorry it's short. No word count now.}
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Post by &Willow on Aug 12, 2008 18:33:04 GMT -5
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Abaddon moved fluently, like he wasn't suffering from anything from the aging. His silver and black pelt prickled a little, agitated that the owl dared attacking the cats. They had caused this change upon the valley. The weather didn't even seem to affect this place. No sunlight or heat. It was usually cold, but it had its warm moments. The darkness covered most of the area, and there was mist even in the middle of the day.
"Maybe we'll have enough cats someday. Twolegs won't be on top forever."
Abaddon shook his head, "Yes dear, but what will happen when Twolegs come back with even more numbers? More of their monsters? They will destroy this place, causing the clans.....to move...." He grinned, that was a fantastic idea. He would have to pass it on to his three Generals. He let out a hoarse laugh. "So you aren't just a pretty face! That idea is splendid, if the Twolegs attack, they shall get rid of the clans, leaving this place for our use...." he curled his claws into the earth with excitement.
"Dear are you alright....? You seem so....uncomfortable?" Abaddon chuckled, walking in front of Echo and stopping. His head tilted downward, a coy grin upon his muzzle. "I know those stories about me, murder, lies, rape, torture.....oh yes I am quite the evil one aren't I? he laughed, resting a paw on his chest, "But please...why should I harm such a trusted Cazadora like yourself?"
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 231. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; squeee.
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 13, 2008 0:33:19 GMT -5
"I trust you would not hurt me, because you need fighting source." She meowed raising her cat-eyebrow. "The stories do not make me scared." Echo flicked her tail, green eyes watching Abbadon's movement. "But if I may ask, Why have the stories started? And, Which ones are the truth?" She felt a little confused, curious about what Abbadon had done in his life. It was possible most of the stories could be true, but it was also possible they could all be true.
Echo had heard most of the stories, calling Abbadon the most evil cat there had ever been, making him the greatest leader there would ever be. She had genuine respect for him, cats who had been there had seperated most of the lies from the truth, but only the cat who was the main source would tell. I'm sounding stupid, even to myself. Rambling on like a kit who likes stories too much. Embarrasment began to show, her cheeks underneath the fur turning red. Words: 166, I feel tired. Comments: Getting dark. Muse is dangerously low. If I don't survive, tell my mother I love her.
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Post by &Willow on Aug 13, 2008 1:02:09 GMT -5
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His long striped tail gave a flick, curling itself along one of his legs. Crimson gaze studied the dark-colored she-cat, so many sinister tales were held within, his memories were all as fresh as fallen snow. He could easily remember way back when he was just a kit, nestling into the warmth of his mother. Oh yes, this evil tom had been a mere child once. His wicked gaze was probably disturbing and uncomfortable for most. It was even worse to look at in the darkness, with those red orbs staring back at you in the dark.
"I trust you would not hurt me, because you need fighting source." "The stories do not make me scared." "But if I may ask, Why have the stories started? And, Which ones are the truth?"
So she trusts him as well? That was good. Trust was good. So was loyalty. You needed those these days. "Hmm....where should I start m'dear...oh yes....murder..." he cackled and began to circle her, like a hunter on its prey. His head low, body low as well, a hunter's crouch. "I have killed before, those stories they say about their old leader...oh what was his name...ah yes....Amun Ra...fitting for a tom who thought so highly of himself," Abaddon spat, rolling his eyes. He stopped a the three o' clock position which was near her shoulder. Devilish eyes staring at the ground, letting out a sigh he continued on circling her.
"Of course I've killed our own as well, cut out tongues then ripped out their throats, no one speaks the name of those Clannie's ancestors, no one, while I'm around," Abaddon hissed, his blood-stained claws digging into the earth, his body tensed, back raising...then he calmed and continued on. "I've killed before in my past as well....but those kitties aren't important dear...." he shook his head, with a bit of a chuckle. Yes, he was laughing at the fact that he has murdered before. He was a sick, twisted old bastard.
"Lies? Some say I have, some say the stories of me lying...are lies.... he didn't exactly answer that. Abaddon has lied, but he felt it wasn't necessary to know that. "Hmm...rape...?" he questioned, stopping behind Echo, as if on purpose. He circled around to her shoulder again, leaning over to whisper in her ear, ,"I've done some.....horrible things to those pretty she-cats...." He lightly blew air at the fur near her ear, before moving away to hoarsely laugh. "I've tortured as well....won't go into detail, gruesome stuff that I wouldn't want to poison your mind with," he stopped circling her, ending up back where he started, right in front of her.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion Words; 405 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Evil. Sick. Twisted. All in One. 50% off.
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Post by {Echo} on Aug 13, 2008 1:27:35 GMT -5
Echo remained motionless as Abbdon circled around her, remaining silent. She began to feel a little nervous as he stopped behind her, ears swiveling to try and hear him if he attacked her, trying to go against his stealth. But, she had her speed. It could save her life if she needed it to. Maybe. As Abbadon moved infront of her, she still remained silent, but she made her first mistake. She looked into his blood red eyes. All the elders always warned not to, it would freeze you and make you stay still. Echo tried desperatley to look away, only succeding in continuing to stare. As it happened, she looked away. "Sorry." She spoke quietly, barely more than a whisper. So most of the stories were true. Something was beginning to make her feel..strange, something told her to walk away. Silently, and unexpectedly, Echo's paws began to move. Silent pawsteps carried her away, only stopping once. "Abbadon, I need a moment to be alone. I apologize." She was still speaking quietly, and she continued to move on, until she was alone.
When Abbadon was farther away, Echo stopped and stared at the sun. It was sinking, burning the sky into colors that slowly grew darker. Echo's eyes remained locked with it as she began to think. Maybe becoming a loner again would be better. But I wouldn't last long. If I left, I'd be called a traitor and attacked. Maybe killed. Echo sighed, giving away no emotion. I can't leave. But, oh, the stories, the stories. So many of them must be true. Gruesome pictures flashed through her mind, causing her stomach to lurch. Echo sat, watching as the sun sank below and the sky turned dark. The moon was nearly gone. Words: 291 Comments: Random Attack Tiems.
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Post by &Willow on Aug 13, 2008 2:08:06 GMT -5
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Oh yes, how so many of those stories were so true. He grinned, remember the day when he had killed Amun Ra. He licked his lips in enjoyment. Oh what a sick fiend he was. He was absolutely terrible. His ears gave a flicker, eyes burning with that sinister look. He took a step away from her, but he was still facing her. Oh...he better get that owl, before something takes it.
"Sorry." "Abbadon, I need a moment to be alone. I apologize."
Abaddon nodded his head, dismissing her. Turning he began to trot back to the owl. When its wings were in sight he let out a chuckle. Grabbing the owl he pulled it out and started dragging it back to camp. -----
With the moon nearly gone, it was a perfect time to attack. Shadows moved along the silent dark forest. A sinister air about them. Bright gleaming yellow eyes stared out at the moon from the bushes. They sighted the dark-colored female. The tom turned, tapping his partner on the shoulder. Bright gold-amber eyes glared back. The yellow-eyed cat pointed at the she-cat. The two grinned and started to stalk out of the bushes. They moved fluently, like hunters. She was their prey. Signaling to his ginger partner the ginger tom leaped, claws unsheathed, he would hold down the she-cat while his partner did the explaining.
Hex waited patiently, crouched within the shadows. He would join in if Yarrow couldn't hold her down.
--- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of the Rebellion, random loners named Hex and Yarrow. Hex [ brown tabby, yellow eyes] Yarrow [ginger tome, gold-amber eyes] Words; 231 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; ...
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