on!y because she has suffered. [f!amingarrow]

[LYNX ♥]

Oh Knife oh Knife oh Knife, what, my dear, are you getting yourself into? It was such a faint, quiet chuckle that the brawny rouge tom uttered to himself, that not even the wary starling flitting nervously above him took to heart to dart away on fleet violet wings. How odd, the rocky slopes around him seemed to hum with life, yet the stillness was suffocating. Yes, he must admit that he was quite glad that even this umfamiliar territory respected his utmost kingliness, the obvious reason for the way it seemed to be holding its breath, but really, having an entire world waiting on your next move? Tedious. Breathing a noiseless sigh, the thickset silver creature slunk through the sparsely placed evergreens with that classic vilain gait. You know, the one where his paws move ever so fleetly, and he just seems to slink along, or, rather, flow along the ground? Broad head lowered, level with those pumping shoulders.. you could find the walk familiar to any evil-doer. And as he proceeded to stalk along the rough terrain, enjoying the caress of cascading pine-needles draping along his spine with a tingle. This was a nice place, a good home, surely. Grumbling a low, drawled purr at his novel idea, Knife bobbed his head to himself. A good home indeed. Perhaps the rockslide? Yes, that would work fine. Another long rumble tumbles from his lips, a purr? A satisfied chuckle? The difference between the two hardly mattered to him at this point, but the victory of once more finding the clans was sweet. Too sweet to find a simple noise of pleasure take time away from his time needed to be spent thinking. Yes, thinking hard, so hard. The muscular silver rouge knew he was getting himself into a pile of dung, and knew he wouldeither die or be forced to run away again, but since he wasn't planning on being killed anytime soon, a small kick to his ego would hurt far less. Picking his way through the edge of the forest with surprising grace, Knife darted down the rocks with short leaps, one to another, to another, until a shrieking snake reared up before him. Giving a small chortle, the former-alpha lunged forward and slammed his paw to the snake's skull with unneeded brutality. With an ounce of mock daintiness, the massive somali settled his haunches onto the rock, jutting out from the others, and picked up his forepaw from the snake's shattered carcass. Lifting the appendage to his mouth, knife drew his tongue across, savoring the metallic taste that radiated from his now bloodied paw. Leaving the snake there, not actually feeling all too hungry, he jumped to another jutting cliff, and heaved a contented sigh, accompanied by a nod. This would just have to do. Turning about slowly, patting the stone as he went, Knife finally flopped down at the edge, huge crimson forepaws dangling over the edge, while brilliant scarlet eyes stared out to the livid-hued waters, sweeping gently along the shore.

[lily ♫]

There was a single soft breeze, but it seemed to die out as soon as the young queen had begun to enjoy it even a tiny bit. A quiet sigh slipped out between her lips, and the sound drifted down the edge of the cliff she sat upon. Cracking open the kelly green lights that sat on either side of the nose that was dark ginger, she sought out the lake that eluded her sight if only for a moment. Frustration caused her brows to furrow as she began to flick her tail back and forth on the stone. Opening her eyes, she seemed to gawk at the large body of water that she enjoyed watching. The sky was a soft blue against the deep blue of the water, and it comforted her. You should get back to your kits, Flamingarrow. A familiar voice chastised her in her mind. "Shut up for awhile, Poppyfur." Flamingarrow quietly teased the elder she had once held dear before she had been slaughtered. Once more a sigh came from her, but it had been intentional. It had been only a few moons since she had thought of the life she had lived before, and it hit her as hard as always. Oh, if only it hadn't have happened. She thought to herself. But, for some reason, she knew there was something she missed from the days spent living with the enemy. Something, or perhaps, some cat that she had held dear? Instead of a sigh that time, there was a snort. Some cat? The ginger she-cat had only one friend, and not even a real one, the entire time she had been held captive and that other she-cat had long since passed. Thinking of her kits once more, shame tugged at her heart and Flamingarrow knew that she had been out too long. "I'm coming, I'm coming." She whispered as if they could hear her speak. A chuckle came from her mouth as she stood, stumbling to the side. Better be more careful, she thought. Twirling around, she caught movement in the corner of her eye and blinked. Had that been silver fur? The same silver-white fur that was a part of the somali tom that had caused so much fear in the Clans? Praying it wasn't who she though it was, Flamingarrow took a step closer and called out to the mammal.

"Who's there?"


ooc: le fail. <3

[LYNX ♥]

Oh, oh, a prize! Unable to contain his burst of excitement for his first little 'friend', the massive, pale creature jumped up gracefully from his former relaxed position; sprawled across his makeshift little den. Landing upon his hind paws just a heartbeat before his fores, in that dismal moment the tom appeared not unlike a rampant, rearing his silent victory. He'd recognize that quaint little scent no matter how unraveled his patched little post-MaliceClan mind became. So vivid and sour, with subtle hints of wildflower woven into its complex makeup. How odd that this particular she-cat now carried the aroma of milk, quite heavily if he could say so. His? Oh wouldn't that be fun, his own litter of children, maybe their eyes would glow red. After all, his kin were all slaughtered by now, he ought to pass on his handsome eyes before he passed on, said his conscious. Carefully unshealthing long, scarlet-dyed knives-his namesake- from his cougar-like mits, the mono-hued rouge sprang through the curtain of spindle pines, thick forelimbs outstretched and grasping for his beautiful young victim. Slamming his considerable weight into the ginger queen, he placed his paws heavily upon her shoulders, pinning her. "Well, my my if it isn't my dashing little friend Flamingarrow. Oh they didn't change it to something stupid like Flaminglove did they? I would be mighty upset. Oh it doesn't matter much to me, I'll call you Flamingarrow anyway. Spaking of which, you know you should sun a bit more, perhaps fade out the fire springing from your hot flesh?" A malign grin curved across Knife's broad, handsome face. "You're too easy to pick out in a crowd. Oh Ms. Arrow, I've missed so much, you have kits?" His sarcastic voice oozed mockery with the frilly added words and fake politeness. "If only they were mine. If tearing you from your friends, family, and kin for the second time hadn't already made my day, discovering I was a father certainly would!"

//The powerplay is alright with you, right Lily? I just wasn't sure what you would be able to reply with if I left it without dialogue.

[lily ♫]

ooc: yep, it's fine!

"You bastard."

Hissing a snappy retort was nothing; it would not quench her anger, and it would not die out so quickly either. It was Knife as she had guessed. There was no surprise. Disgust was apparent in her snarl, and Flamingarrow spit up at him showing her contempt. "They aren't your damn kits! Their father is the tom that killed your wretched sister; you never had a chance, and you were never anything but a nasty ol' mentor, Knife!" The bright ginger she-cat snapped, stomach turning as she thought of what the horrid, bloodthirsty tom might do to her. Be strong, Flamingarrow. She thought, but she couldn't even muster up enough strength to struggle. "Get off of me you idiot!" Her voice raised, realizing that VertigoClan cats would be alerted if they were out on patrol. Damn it, why did I come out?! And alone at that! Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her thoughts weighed her down, but she wasn't afraid. Pulling in her hind legs, she kicked at his underbelly trying to get him off of her but knowing that she wasn't strong enough anymore to save herself.

"What are you going to do to me, tom?!"

[LYNX ♥]

"Hey!" He snarled, shoving his face dangerously close to hers, scarlet eyes glittering contemptuously as his long frost-white whiskers tickled along the side of her face. Mumbling in a low, trembling voice as he contained his pent-up rage at the immature, disobediant wretch. "You watch your language, fiesty ma'am," He murmured softly, lower lip brushing the tip of her ear when he suddenly pulled his proporutionately massive skull away from her, his equally large silver bodice framing her small ginger form like a hulking cave, spine bowing slightly as the unpredictable rogue leaned forward once more. Perhaps she had a magnet-like effect on him, and beneath her put-on show of outrage, Knife knew she felt the same. Was it love? Certainly not. Corrupted beyond repair, the fearsome post-Alpha felt something along the thin lines of lust and need. Not a need for a tender, vulnerable little mate who was someone to protect and care for. More of a need for power. Standing over her here and now, the memories of ruling over his band of murderers and theives rushed past him in a wild, rolicking reverie of the past. All that power? Someone so frail and weak to push around and command, toy with her as he pleased was just what he needed. Not to mention she was a pretty little thing; a fine mate for any tom. though her temper would need to be patted down a bit, that could be easily solved with a bit of, oh, say 'obediance training' with the help of a nip and a scratch here or there. Returning his attention to the whining clan cat, the silver tom rolled his shoulders in a relaxed shrug, though his massive paws, claws yet to be shealthed, were still secure upon her shoulders, Knife eased himself a bit, hoping his new pet wasn't so stupid to try and run when she sensed that he had settled in. "Wretched? yes. Aurora was a silly little girl wasn't she? Then again, so are you. Recall the time when you risked not only this special little tom's life, but your own and several others around you when you couldn't lift a single claw to help your clanmates? Damn that was jolly wasn't it?" He gave a rough chuckle, absently curling his tailtip as he remembered the first onslaught of MaliceClan. "The dashing big brown charmer yes? Oh dear. Poor Flamingarrow. I see something in your eyes that I can't miss. What'd the guy do to ya, hm? Ah well. Don't answer, I don't care enough to sit aorund and listen to your sad, sad tale. In fact, I'm sure you'll wish you never cracked him upside the skull with your temper once I'm finished with you. If I ever am. I have a feeling you'll be awful entertaining, baby," A darkly forboding smile played wide across Knife's features. "Hey, hey there. Don't you dare get violent to me. And oh, what am I going to do? Well, for a start, you can start calling me master." Knife's drawling purr held hints of venom as he stepped away from here, drawing away each forepaw from her slowly. "You want to run? I could use some excersize. Well have at it. You could scream and shout a little if you want, too. I suppose you'll probably get away if a patrol comes across you but sorry Flamy dear. I now know where you live and I know you have kits, that's all the information I need. You'll be mine some time or another," The tom chuckled, eyes glinting.

[lily ♫]

"Damn you."

Words full of venom, her scowl was made up of hate and nothing else. Or perhaps there was something else? Dragging herself out from under the large somali tom, she let out a few pants and then looked him straight in the crimson eyes. Run? Flamingarrow knew better than to do anything reckless. Knife was not afraid to run straight into VertigoClan camp, slaughter everything in his way to the nursery, and then he would easily kill Abyssbird and the ginger she-cat's own darling kits as well as their cousins. "Do whatever the hell you want with me, but leave my kits and my Clan alone!" It pained her to resign from struggle and go straight into submission, but it wasn't exactly giving up. Oh, she would never give up. She would give him hell. "Where are you going to be taking me now, Knife? They will notice that I'm gone and they will find you." Flamingarrow cautioned him. Hopefully he'd be stupid enough to hold her captive in her own territory. But then again, he usually thought everything out. There was no way she was going to get out of this unharmed.

ooc: my muse is gone for a few days. school ended today, and i'm really depressed. =\

[LYNX ♥]

"Oh baby, gettin' fiesty huh?" His rough tone was dripping jeering mockery as the massive rogue beared his frontal teeth in a harsh grin, teasing her every step, her every thought. "It's okay though, don't worry about stressing me with your burdenous moods, I like when you get all fiery. Personality matches the pelt, eh? You know, I always heard that tortoiseshells were the bitchy type, but hey, I haven't come upon too many gingers in my lifetime, to tell you the truth. Ruling a mighty nomadic clan and killing all we come upon, you might think I have, but I'm sure it'll spark your interest to know that I've never actually been one for prisoners and torture. Most ginger's I find I just kill, nice and simple right?" Partially babbling to himself, the pale somali's brilliant crimson lights never strayed from Flamingarrow's furious facial features, sharp with rage directed at him, beneath it, though, her clover-green eyes were soft with fear for her little heirlings. "So, you know, let's not call you a 'prisoner', hm? That sounds awful harsh, I'll make you my little wife, screw your baby's daddy. You're easy anyway, you won't mind laying with another tom for a while right Flamy darling?" His venomous chuckle rolled off of his tongue as his mouth strayed open, a sleazy grin draping across his maw. It was all fake, though. An awful good show if anything, he loved being an actor, he could be anyone he wanted around this she-cat. Ruthless abuser, hungry, lusting tom, caring companion. It didn't matter, she probably wouldn't notice, or care anyhow. Much too blinded by the internal pain he was causing her. Of course, that was alright by him too. It was all just too much fun. Throwing back his mighty skull, Knife ripped his jaws wide open and emitted a loud yawn. Shaking his head, he blinked slowly. Now he was the lazy sentry, maybe she'd try to escape. Hahh. That would be a good blast as well, though. If only Flamingarrow knew how much amusement she spread through him. "Well, come on girlie, time to get moving. We can take a little nap on the Vertigo, Zephyr border until dusk, and then we'll get a move on. We wouldn't want to get caught now would we?" He rasped a long, threatenng purr, showing none of the emotion his words should have held. Twitching his long feathery plume of a tail in finality, he tossed his head. "Move, now." The words were spat, and Knife narrowed his vermillion hues challengingly.

[lily ♫]

With a snarl and a loud incoherent yowl, she sunk her claws into the ground. She wanted to attack him. Wipe that smirk off of his cruel face. "I am not easy. It's you that's a sleazeball of a tom, Knife!" Flamingarrow was quite feisty, but she despised even being called by a label like that. Screaming inside her mind as the sterling silver Somali ordered her to move, she retracted her claws and stiffened. So this was the life she was going to live. This was punishment for leaving her kits and thinking cruelly of their father. This was karma, perhaps. Endless insults, abuse, and rape. It would come close to killing her, but she would stubbornly not die. But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be like that. These positive thoughts made her feel a wonderful feeling. Hope. It was dazzling to feel in such a trying time, but it would help her through the days. Without as much fear as earlier, the ginger she-cat began to move toward the border that Knife had mentioned.