Flower Values [Abyss x Cinder]
poisonous or not, it's flirting
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| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior It was still early, the sky a light grey space of emptiness where it shone through. The abyssal tom blinked, slowly, before stretching himself extensively; long, slim limbs shifting until his bones creaked with exhaustion. There was no more sleep to think of, never for him, so he might as well use the given time for something at least moderately interesting. Now, where to find such a thing? Lately nothing had caught his attention, nothing that was allowed to last to begin with. His heterochromatic gaze flickered over the room, searching, and stopped to linger on a familiar abnormally tall figure. When was the last time he had gotten to mess with Cinderfury, even if only a little? And since he couldn't remember, why not stop by? With half a smile on his face Abysstrance padded towards the warrior, only halting a couple steps away with his tail still slowly swaying like a snake trying to hypnotize their prey - only that in this instance, it was not yet decided who was the prey and who was the predator. "There an occasion for you to be up so early, Cinderfury?" He tilted his neck with a somewhat childish motion, lips curving upwards. Even if he wouldn't describe their relationship as one of friendship, the older warrior certainly was one of the more intriguing living beings around him and he harbored a slight sense of fondness towards him for that. |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury's gaze fell on the pre-dawn sky and his claws flexed against the floor of the twoleg den. The snores of still-sleeping warriors hit his ears, which instinctively swiveled around to catch the noises. No more rest would reach him it seemed. Rest was hard to come by and hard to keep in his grasp; it fought and twisted out of his paws like a hare that particularly didn't want to die, and like prey it was pointless for him to chase when it eluded him, for he was poor at maneuvering in just the right ways to catch it before it left his senses entirely. Best to move on, there was plenty of other prey out there. The monumental tom pulled himself to his paws, making a loud creak as his weight shifted onto piece of the floor that buckled under his weight. It was his luck that it just had to be the spot he happened to be near. He let out a frustrated huff and started to stalk towards the den's exit, the floor creaking again as each paw lifted off of it. Would you fucking stop? He wanted to snap at it, hackles raising in annoyance. At this rate, the noise would disturb even the corpses in the ground from The Nest to TroutClan camp. The annoying bit of floor wasn't alive; he knew logically that it wasn't specifically trying to spite him, but dear StarClan it felt like it. As he stood glaring at the floor, another warrior approached him. Great. His eyes shifted from the floor to the slender form of Abysstrance at the sound of an obnoxious voice, and they met an obnoxious face. What did the warrior want? "Not for company." He muttered as he turned away to head for the exit. |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior A light chuckle rose in his throat, noticing the other trying in vain to lessen his weight on the wooden floor, but was quickly stifled with a cough. Inadvertently mocking someone as a greeting didn’t prove itself to always be a good idea, even if Abysstrance wasn’t specifically out on keeping the peace. Cinderfury seemed to disdain him either way, for some reason or the other. Not that it meant much to him wether anyone liked him. “I see~“, the abyssal tom nearly purred in a low volume, swiftly keeping pace with Cinderfury as the other attempted to escape his attention. No, he‘d not wallow in boredom, True that, whatever it was that Cinderfury had in mind, Abysstrance probably wouldn’t be much help, if any at all. But he could be quite charming, maybe even enough to soften that hard, prickly heart beating inside that cold- Well… most probably not, though that was fun by itself, too. The slender tom felt quite tiny next to the others large stature, despite being on the rather tall side of average himself. It was rather refreshing for once, really, even if it was hard to match the other’s strides at times. “Thankfully it doesn’t seem like it will rain today, in case you plan to spend the day outside, again“, he muttered, gaze flickering to the entrance they were headed for, stilling for a few heartbeats before returning to Cinderfury with grown interest. Abysstrance smiled. “Well, do you?“ |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury's ears angled backwards as the other warrior continued to follow him and talk. He made his way out of The Nest, letting out an audible groan; baggage failed to explain why Abysstrance was following him and speaking. Whatever degree of useless he planned on being was of little importance because the larger tom didn't know what he was doing anyway, he just knew he didn't want company doing it. "Hope you don't expect me to carry you like baggage." He said flatly. "My plans for today are none of your business." He hoped he could drop Abysstrance sooner rather than later; he didn't understand his motives and he sure didn't trust them. |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior Carry him? A rather peculiar way to word his refusal. Abysstrance blinked and slightly shook his head, frills and strands of hair falling over half his face like always, hiding whatever was beneath. Two-faced. "Though I would never doubt your enormous strength, I am able to walk on my own paws, y' know?" An ambigious lift of his lips underlined the insinuation even more so, his tail brushing dangerously close to Cinderfury's side- "No", surprisingly enough the dark tom pulled away without making any contact in the end, his tufted tail now aimless hovering above the floor. A soft sigh, nearly inaudible to inattentive ears, overshadowed by a mischievous wink directed at no one else but the huge cat at his side. "Don't you worry, I can take care of myself quite well. And it's not part of my plans to hinder you during your secret activities either, rest assured." It wasn't like he had expected the other to have his day fully planned through. There were no expectations. Nothing, except maybe the opportunity to experience something interesting. Interesting enough until he'd have enough, until he'd have to seek for something else to occupy his mind. Fortunately Cinderfury by himself was a rather compelling character to begin with. Abysstrance followed after the other outside, blinking at the bright sight. His ears twitched uneasily. Due to the roof there wasn't really all that much light inside the former twolegs nest, not exactly dim per se, just not as light as a camp without any walls and covers. He wasn't particularly fond of either. "None of my business? I suppose so. Then, can I make it mine?" It was a rather rethoric question, as the decision had long been decided. |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury had to stop his pelt from bristling as he sensed the other warrior's tail drifting close--too close--to his side. The words that were spoken to him got momentarily drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat in his own ears as anxiety jolted through his being. Don't you touch me- He thought, but the threat dissipated before the words came out. His face contorted in a deliberate show of annoyance, one that was exaggerated to hide the dread that coursed just underneath his pelt. At least Abysstrance had an insufferable nosiness that would make it near impossible to make the mistake of liking him. Unsheathing his claws, Cinderfury kicked a loose piece of rubble upon exiting The Nest and let out a huff. "Why you insist on it eludes me." He all but growled, "Of all the things you could be doing." |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior Oh, Cinderfury really did not seem to have even one single speck of affection left for the likes of him, hm? That wasn't much of a surprise. Abysstrance smiled shallowly at the grimace drawn on the other's face. Would he have reacted even stronger if he'd actually touched him? Not that he wanted to lose his tail in the end. Causing different emotions in others always awoke a certain fascination in him, even when he was much younger, much more innocent. Though back then he'd never wanted to try and draw out someone's negativity. Things had irrevocably changed. To the better. For a few seconds, the abyssal cat stilled, allowing Cinderfury to overtake him and take the lead to wherever he pleased to go. "Yes, of everything I could've been doing, I guess...", he muttered under his breath, catching up with the big guy again in a few skips. "What could I've been doing instead, in your opinion? Anything in particular? There really is nothing... coming to mind. I find everything to be so short-lived nowadays-" His heterochromatic gaze was for once kept strictly on their path, instead of flickering to his walking companion every few seconds. His smile hadn't left yet, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, if it really ever did. It wasn't easy to discern what he displayed to others with purpose and what were actual components of truth shining through. "- that nothing can really capture my attention for long." Abysstrance looked over his shoulder, up to Cinderfury, even if the other may not want to meet his gaze. "So you should feel honored! Instead of collecting feathers or throwing pebbles, I chose to bless you with my company for the day, no~?" With an impish glint in his eyes he grinned, the sudden emptiness from just a few seconds before gone like the wind. "You poor soul, you." |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury almost appeared to take a defensive stance as the slender warrior fell in behind him, glancing over his shoulder every few heartbeats. He wasn't a fan of allowing accompanying cats out of his sight, much less ones so unreadable. What he was afraid his clanmates would do eluded even himself, but there was a churning in his stomach that was impossible to ignore. "You could be following around a cat that wants your company. Or at least a cat that isn't me." The dark tabby's tail curled to the side as if he thought his companion was going to bite it. "Or you could be doing something useful. Really, anything else." Honored indeed. "Bless isn't the word I would use," He sneered as he entered the flower fields, "Nor is honored. Try 'curse' or 'unlucky'." Why was he the one that could capture Abysstrance's attention? For all the other warrior should know, he was an asshole with a shallow depth--and that was all he wanted anyone to see. |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior A cat that wanted his company... Now that wasn't exactly a challenge. A moderate amount of his clan mates did not mind him, but above and beyond that... Abysstrance saw himself as charming, that much was true. Charming and charismatic enough to get just about anyone he might've wanted as long as he had enough persistance, wether they liked it or not. But why would he be with someone so utterly boring and bland, one could even dull once sharp claws with them? The reason he had chosen Cinderfury in the first place... Well, it had really been an instinctive decision the moment he had noticed him. Nevertheless Cinderfury didn't like him and while he wasn't obedient and meek like a little baby bunny or fawning all over him as if he was in love, he also wasn't as childish and arrogant as Ramdream who could only spout profanities - a bit surprising, given that she was his apprentice once upon a time. The latter Abysstrance found conversation with quite tiring and senseless. "What use is it for me if someone wants my company?", he hummed, off-handedly taking notice of his clan mate's vaguely defensive posture with an askance glance. "And you just happened to be there and catch my attention, don't blame me, blame fate. Or Silverpelt for all it's worth." "I can always be useful. As for now, it seems... I am on a stroll." Flowers were only few seen, only the couple that bloomed during this season of the year and those who had already wilted, still in place. For a slight second Abysstrance hesitated before setting paw onto the flowery ground as well. His scorched pelt felt awkwardly misplaced within this light place, even during this dreary time of the day. "My condolences for your bad luck then, Cinderfury", he replied with a faintly distracted grin, "Maybe a flower could brighten your day?" |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury snickered at the slender tom's words, flashing his teeth as his lips curled into something akin to a smile. "I doubt Silverpelt herself sent you to me."Herself felt strange coming out of his mouth, for she--whatever she was--had only recently revealed herself and it wasn't to him--he had not been to that gathering. Before then, he had never thought of StarClan as having any unified front. "Unless you intend to imply that you're a headache, like so many cats at that gathering got; in that case, I might have to agree" He smirked as he stepped into the flower fields, amused by his own teasing, before assuming his usual face. Glancing back, he noticed a hesitance in Abysstrance and a distracted glaze in his one uncovered eye. Though momentarily confused, brow furrowing as his scarlet eyes briefly met the warrior's, he decided he wouldn't bother bringing it up; wouldn't want to give the impression that he didn't want him to hesitate. The dark senior warrior wasn't sure what to make Abysstrance's words, though he knew there was no genuine remorse in them. He scanned the area ahead, pacing a few steps forward and settling near a small pool of water. "There isn't much around to brighten my day then, is there?" |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior Not having met Silverpelt back when she first appeared was one of his deepest regrets, missing out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity due to his own casual mistake. Who knew the stars would decide to come down just when he took a nap? Nevertheless the starry dame and her companions only earned Abysstrance mistrust and disdain. It was far too easy to shove the blame for every unfortunate event onto something out of this world, easy enough for him.”If I’m a headache, I might just unfortunately be a chronic one.” He quipped. It was truly intriguing how even in their small amount of conversation and time spent together, Cinderfury had developed from out-right rejecting him to taking part in some sort of banter, even if it was the cynical and unkind type most of the time. Slinking through the tall stalks of dry grass and dried summer flowers, the abyssal warrior padded after Cinderfury. His gaze wandered over their surroundings. This place wasn’t a field formerly tended to by two legs, just a wild meadow nurtured by burnt life, which meant here only grew a reasonably scarce amount of blooming plants during leaf fall. However, some could still be found if one looked closely enough, seasonally blooming. ”Unless you plan to stuff yourself with them for breakfast, there should be enough to go around”, he remarked with a smile that never seemed to wear off, as he softly plucked a light violet blossom from the ground, scrutinizing the cup-like appearance for a few seconds. Carelessly he let it slip down his paw with a casual motion, discarding it like an unwanted thorn in his nest, before deciding to join Cinderfury by the water source, settling his long, thin tail neatly on his paws. ”Though one should take care and avoid the poisonous ones, hm~”, he added with a slight tilt of his head, his icy gaze flickering to the pool with slight curiosity and back to his unwilling companion, teasing, ”And red or pink flowers would suit you better anyway, in my opinion.” |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Chronic? How much did he plan on sticking around? Cinderfury's tail twitched. Nothing he was saying seemed to be off-putting to the other warrior. The dark tabby watched as Abysstrance plucked a flower then allowed it to slip off of his paw back to the ground. In the short time he was holding it he appeared to be taking in every detail of its appearance. A shiver ran down Cinderfury's spine; those heterochromatic eyes were likely searching under his exterior in a similar manner. The senior warrior's claws flexed against the grass as the slender tom settled in next to him. Silently, Cinderfury lowered his massive head to the pool and lapped at it a few times. "Maybe the half-wilted flowers would compliment me better." His whiskers twitched, "And I didn't ask for your opinion." Abysstrance was right about the color, but the senior warrior wouldn't describe himself as particularly esthetic, anyway. "Flowers aren't exactly my piece of prey." He mewed, "Perhaps you could use a flower or two." Cinderfury rose to his paws and padded over to pick up the small violet flower the other warrior had previously plucked, strangely gentle with his massive paws. "What a shame you took something so pretty and killed it only to discard it." |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior "Mhm." Merely a soft sound of agreement left his lips, otherwise staying surprisingly quiet compared to before, simply swatching the other as he moved about. Half-wilted flowers... Yes, that would maybe look quite good on Cinderfury. Paler and less vibrant in color but not completely dull, matching both his dark pelt and his personality, for some part. Then even these flowers' rather lilac coloration... Abysstrance chuckled lightly, simultaneously shaking his head with amusement. "Me? I doubt it, haha." Though he'd been gifted countless flowers in whatever relations he entertained, he didn't... They were unfit of him. Maybe because they took away from him, maybe because they were too innocent for the likes of his. He slightly shifted his front paws as he sat, heterochromatic gaze observing, entrapped by the discrepancy as Cinderfury rose to pick up the abandoned flower again, cradling the petals with rather surprising gentleness, for a giant of his size. His insight into the older warrior was still too shallow, the other always managed to surprise him, to fascinate him, even with the most simple actions as he was proving in exactly this moment. Disrupting him. "... It's worthless." An indescribable expression lingered on his face for a few seconds, his smile having fallen at some point after his companion had pulled away from him, directing his attention on something more significant to him; less significant to others if one believed their words. "Though this one acts rather fatal if ingested, so I'd not recommend eating it, no matter how beautiful it is", he added, a rather familiar charming smirk adorning his face once again. |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury caressed the flower in his paw as the other warrior spoke, faintly aware of the gaze that fell upon him. He frowned as his own gaze focused on the flower; it was still as pretty as it was when it was alive, but it was surely dead. The nature of the flower was rather deceptive, then, wasn’t it? It's worthless. For a moment, the senior warrior lifted his gaze to meet Abysstrance's. The sleek warrior bore a strange expression on his face, one that Cinderfury didn’t care to decipher; he blinked, then the other’s expression was gone. His scarlet gaze returned to the violet flower in his paw. He waited for Abysstrance to finish speaking before speaking himself. "You don't strike me as the type to care for worth as long as it looks pretty." Then in one sweeping motion he stomped it onto the ground, apparently deciding that he agreed. It's dead anyway. Dead and poisonous. Worthless, like the slender tom had said. A curl in his lip as his paw briefly dug into the ground suggested that he was frustrated for some reason or another, but he quickly assumed his usual face and stepped away with not so much as a twist of the paw against the dirt for good measure. In his wake was the same violet flower, crumpled. Meeting Abysstrance’s gaze once more, the dark tabby noticed his usual smirk, unreadable as ever. With a huff he walked by the warrior, striped tail swishing by about a mouse-length from his nose. Cinderfury spared another glance in Abysstrance’s direction only once he had passed by, briefly checking if the tom was following, before proceeding with his walk at a steady pace. |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior The abyssal warrior hummed, swaying his head to the side in feigned contemplation, "Do I?" Maybe. He knew he was handsome and he always took great care of his appearance a lot, a fact known by many. Vainness, it was called, denunciatory, though he wouldn't hate to define himself with that definition. Was there anything bad about taking care of oneself? Flowers were pretty and worthless and useless and-, he didn't have to be. He couldn't just be crushed by whoever came walking by, plucked by his stems and ripped apart. That was all past. "It's true, I like pretty things", he light-heartedly agree with a soft nod, his gaze slightly lingering on the crumpled flower, "But if they have no use, no worth to me, no matter how slight it might be, I rarely concern myself with them." Feathers kept warm, rocks and stones could be used as material or even be weaponized - flowers could be looked at, they could be eaten, though you'd have to be able to tell the difference between them being harmless or harmful first. With a grin he rose to his paws, having held himself back from pawing after the other's tail when he went by. Cinderfury didn't seem very fond of touch; not that Abysstrance would have usually cared much but he didn't want to scare the big guy away when this was going in an interesting direction. "Though-", with a many lanky steps he catched up to his companion, his glance back not having gone unnoticed. The other was aware of him, wether in a positive or negative sense. Much unlike in the beginning. For a moment he thought about calling him out, teasing him for that slight blunder in behaviour but figured he'd rather not risk it. "- it's not like I dislike flowers, you know? Or as if I revenge pick them because they've done me a terrible, terrible wrong before", a slight chuckle, " Sometimes I decorate my pelt with them even, they are rather nice to look at when I do", he added with a smile, a rare sense of affection in his expression at the memory. Although in the end most flowers didn't stick for long, thanks to his short coat. His heterochromatic eyes, halfed through his hair, glanced at Cinderfury askew with candid curiosity, flickering from the pieces of bones in his ears to the red feathers nearly hidden within his mane. "It seems you have a certain fondness of accessories as well. They rather fit you well, if I'm allowed to say so. Is there any special meaning behind them?" If there was, he certainly didn't expect a honest answer - or one at all, despite having asked. For all he knew he may be perceived as a threat by the dark warrior and Cinderfury wasn't one to be very... open to begin with. But it didn't hurt to push his luck. |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury could agree with the sentiment that if something was useless, it was just that–useless–regardless of how pretty it was; he wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not that the other warrior shared such a sentiment. As he glanced back, he saw that Abysstrance was following him; that didn't surprise him, at least. The slender tom was proving to be a thorn in his side already. The dark tabby made sure to keep him in his peripheral vision. He didn't acknowledge his spiel about not hating flowers, but he noticed a shift in Abysstrance's expression: a smile that seemed… Softer? For a moment, curiosity bubbled in the back of his mind and his ears perked in response. So the warrior did have depth. It was only to be expected; everyone has depth. Cinderfury simply didn't expect to see it play on his face, even for a moment. What did he care anyway? He squashed the curiosity, forcing his ears back into their natural position. The large warrior's face curled in disgust at himself; why was he even acknowledging Abysstrance? It would be in his best interest to not entertain him. He needed to push further away before those curious eyes could peer into his own depth–before he could find a weak point to get in. Cinderfury inhaled sharply as the smaller tom glanced between his ears and his shoulders, momentarily stiffening his movements. What did he see? Accessories. He released the breath. It was an innocent enough compliment and question. "I wear them because I can." It wasn't a dishonest answer; there was nobody telling him what he could and couldn't do–not anymore–and the tabby warrior intended to assert that fact in any and every way. |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior For some reason Cinderfury always sought to place a certain distance between them whenever Abysstrance managed to close in on him with even one step. It didn't tire him out to follow along, poking into the others space with just a few innocent words before being pushed out once again. His fascination was growing with each passing moment, even if there were a few, rare moments where he'd admittedly wanted to break away instead. Others inadvertedly perceiving what lay beneath his constant smile was not his favourite pastime, he much preferred being seen as shallow and superficial. It was so much easier, so much better to not be seen. A rather contradicting thought. After all, he wanted Cinderfury to, to acknowledge him as more than just background scenery, even if he didn't develop positive feelings for the abyssal tom. For the moment. He smiled, meeting the others gaze with his own, though it didn't quite reach. He was but observing his strange companion who once again seemed to avoid a rather simple yes or no question - but an answer was an answer, no? His ears twitched. "That makes sense", a faint, amused vibration resounded in his throat as he chuckled. "You just do what you want." That sounded just like him. The sleek warrior skipped a few steps ahead, not by much but enough to have Cinderfury partly in his back now. "Are you also running around like this just because you can? Or do you actually have a goal in mind?" His long serpent-like tail swayed in his movements, curiosity in his tone. He peered back over his shoulder, sending a playful wink the dark warrior's way. "Not that I mind spending time with you~" Abysstrance had always - well, not always always - easily grown tired of whatever caught his fancy. One moment he'd handle something very carefully as if too precious to break, the other he'd toss it over his shoulder and not even flinch when the sound of shattering echoed. But as long as his fascination lay with something, wether that'd be that an object, a cat or an activity, he'd pursue it quite persistantly, like a bat would pursue small critters in the long, endless night. And the same could be said for his attention on Cinderfury for the moment. The question was only how long he'd keep pursuing him. If Cinderfury's wishes were heard, not very long. But who should hear him here? |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him It was clear that Abysstrance wanted to pry his way under the larger warrior's pelt. He wasn't sure if the smaller tom's eyes were looking for a weak point or if he was simply that fascinated… Or worse, if he wanted something. Cinderfury's skin crawled at the thought; a cat that wanted something would be willing to destroy others to get it, and he didn't want to be the target. Cinderfury couldn't imagine that his flat response would encourage the sleek tom's antics, yet he found himself pursued like he was the last piece of prey on the territory. The amusement in the smaller tom's purr sent hot frustration running through his being for a reason he couldn't quite understand. He briefly flashed his teeth as Abysstrance skipped ahead, nearly stopping in his tracks but continuing to walk after a heartbeat's hesitation. His unsheathed claws sank into the soft ground with every step, taking out the swirling mixture of unease and frustration that coursed through him onto the dirt and grass. More questions, more playful comments he couldn't quite wrap his head around. He felt like he was being toyed with by someone who was better at the art of being unreadable. He supposed the sleek tom was polite and charming enough that nobody wanted to read him, masterfully putting on a dizzying show of mesmerizing beauty and charming words. It was Cinderfury's turn to pry. He couldn't see through the dazzling show, but he wasn't blinded by it either; if he couldn't shut Abysstrance down, he could at least try to scratch the surface of his intentions. "For all you know I could be leading you to the river to dump you in it." He spoke with a somewhat lighthearted tone and a snicker. "What makes me so worth your time?" Abysstrance had explained why nothing else was worth his time, but left the reason for his pursuit of the dark tabby shrouded in mystery. Perhaps he was simply the first thing the smaller tom had seen that morning; but then, why would he keep following unless there was something keeping his attention on him? |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior He paused for a second, before tilting his head with a smile. "I wonder?" Worth his time, was that it? In fact even Abysstrance himself did not know. Would Cinderfury have been different, but the same altogether he probably... wouldn't trail after him so persistently. There was a certain interest at hand, one that if the other lost, he'd lose his attention as well. But what that thing was even he himself couldn't quite say yet. Otherwise why would he spend time with the older warrior if not to find out? "I suppose... I'll see about that", he hummed, directing his gaze along the area before them. Both the ruins and the burn were closer in view by now. There was a slight sense of curiosity, a slight touch of distraction as he noticed. Which way would his companion go? Or none at all? He didn't mind the flowers, both toxic and harmless, he didn't mind staying. But he also wouldn't complain about most directions their little stroll could take them. His focus wasn't on the scenery after all, even if he appeared in such kind. Abysstrance could imagine he wouldn't get a clear answer if he asked, another 'because I can' or 'because I want' heading his way, so he figured he'd toss the thought aside until later. "Don't you break your little head over that, big guy", he added in a singsong voice, like soothing a small child, his eyes straying to the large figure behind him with a mischievous glimmer, "You should take care of your complexion, you know~" Handsomely rugged cats were nice to look at, he noticed once again as he peered over to Cinderfury, watching. Lucky. "As for... dumping me in the river", a paw shortly pressed to his chest in dramatic distress, the curved lips replaced by a grievous expression - though his whole demeaner was very obvious to be all over the top, feigned all the way. Fake it until you make it. "I'm devastated you could hold such murderous intentions towards me! My own clan mate~ Just how may I have wronged you to take things so far~" Putting on a show for others was easy, his skills in that area sharpened by the moons, nevertheless he rarely tried to act believable - it was all about the drama, the childishness stemming from his own exaggeration. No one would take him serious like this, a consequence he actively sought out as long as he needed to. The dark tom wiped an imaginary tear from his face and grinned, lapsing back into his usual relaxed stance with a flick of his tail. "No, really...", for a few heartbeats he appeared to be seriously contemplating before he smiled again, "If you'd like to, feel welcome to try." Maybe he'd see even more aspects of his interesting friend in such a situation. He wanted to see everything. Every little detail, every little frown and laughter stitched into Cinderfury's soul - everything. And if in return his own was digged up slightly in consequence, he'd accept that. |
| Cinderfury | Senior Warrior | He/Him Cinderfury watched as the smaller tom considered his question–not that his eyes had many other places to go since he skipped up ahead. Abysstrance dawdled and dawdled, only to give him an answer of uncertainty followed by a patronizing tease. The senior warrior groaned; apparently, his companion was none the wiser. Pointless words, he thought with contempt. The ginger-and-black tom returned his gaze to Cinderfury, who met his eyes with a half-glare. He snarled his lip for good measure; he couldn’t afford to give his clanmate the impression that he liked him, after all. The comment about taking care of his complexion went unacknowledged. The large tom’s snarl faded as Abysstrance transitioned into a theatrical show. Confusion flickered across his features, then amusement. He snorted as the warrior returned to his usual suave demeanor after wiping an invisible tear, inviting him to try dumping him in the river. … He had to admit, the little guy had humor. … ”Maybe I will.” Cinderfury quickened the pace, not overtaking the smaller tom, but bringing himself side-by-side with him. For a few heartbeats, his eyes drifted to Abysstrance’s pelt; he noticed that those lighter tabby patches moved in an odd way as he walked. As his legs moved, the stripes shifted in such a way that reminded the dark tom of clouds flowing with some distant wind–far too high to reach his pelt, perhaps high enough to reach the starry pelts of their ancestors. It was like staring into a dusk-lit sky. There was something quite ethereal about the pattern mottled with black; the meeting of the two parts gave the impression of a sky obscured by overhead branches. Such a delicate pattern encapsulated by his pelt—it was almost like StarClan themselves crafted his coat pattern. … Suddenly, Cinderfury jerked his head away. What was he thinking? He was watching for signs of the sleek warrior’s intentions, not looking to appreciate his pelt. The gray tabby let a ’hmph’ escape his throat; he wasn’t appreciating, he was acknowledging—there was a difference! He could acknowledge that Jaystar was a pretty cat—there was something rather striking about the way moonlight reflected off his pelt on a good night—but StarClan knew he was far from liking the leader. This was no different. StarClan crafted. What a ridiculous notion; Abysstrance had more likely been spit up by the Dark Forest. Cinderfury quickened his pace once more, putting the other warrior behind him. Where he belongs. ”Nice performance.” He snorted again, forcefully dismissing… Whatever that line of thought was. ”They should give you your own rank; you’ve sure demonstrated where your talents lie.” Then, the tabby looked ahead and realized that he had been approaching The Burn. Drawing near, Cinderfury stopped in his tracks before his paws could venture into the more barren area. His jaw stiffened as he looked ahead, memories of the flames playing in his head. … Memories of joining with his clan to find that his old mentor died. Memories of–no. … There was a lot of loss that day, good and bad. Every time the tom peered into the ashen void, a mix of emotions swirled around his mind–he could never bring himself to enter the area. Something about the idea made his stomach churn with unease–how he wished he could go pay respect to the deceased that deserved respect–he was too afraid. Cinderfury’s hackles raised as he stared into The Burn. Scared of what? Scared of what? He couldn’t place a claw on it, didn’t want to. He forcefully tore his eyes away from the area after a few heartbeats; he noticed that he had had to do that multiple times recently. ”Let’s turn around.” He growled, unintentionally allowing his antisocial demeanor to slip. Catching himself, too late, he added. ”–I’m turning around, you can do what you want.” |
| ABYSSTRANCE • warrior His large ears perked up at the older warrior's response, lips curving in a smirk. Cinderfury went to match their pace for a short while; his heterochromatic gaze glanced at him askance, hidden curiosity glimmering in the violet-blue depths. Was there a reason for this sudden observation, so blunt and obvious? A thing to catch his eye? If the cause was him touching the other's heart, oh it would be quite hilarious, but thus was just a whimsical thought not meant in sincerity. A slight chuckle rolled in his throat, quiet and low like thunder far, far away in the distance, as his companion suddenly jerked away, putting distance between them once again. As if he'd just noticed to have been mesmerized by a venomous snake, running away from danger in a second's notice. And Abysstrance couldn't even fault him for that - who knew wether his intentions were pure when he himself remained unclear about them? It was amusing to watch though. Seeing him pull afar before closing in, abruptly changing course and moving away, just to draw near in the end again. Like a moth to the flame, fearing the heat burning its wings but desiring whatever secrets may lie behind the light. Only to catch aflame once again. As so many did. "Oh, thank you~", he purred, an elegant tilt of his head accentuating as he smiled charmingly, dark. Show me. Again. "Perhaps I should beseech our beloved Jaystar to present me with such a gift fitting of my talent then." Of course he didn't intend to, merely continuing the jest started by his tall partner. A specific role just for himself sounded quite... fascinating, interesting, eye-catching. But surprisingly enough the dark tom preferred to stay in the background than shine in the limelight. Usually. Slight disappointment welled up in him as the other moved past him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Well, his backside was handsome to look at, too. Unfortunately he'd not be able to quite see his expressions this way. Just about contemplating his next actions, Cinderfury suddenly stopped in his path, eyes trained on a familiar barren and bleak place. Still, everything was burned to the ground, ashen and pale. Nature hadn't yet reclaimed the area and Abysstrance couldn't imagine it ever would again as he stepped next to Cinderfury, growing more quiet than he had ever been today. Ever since the... accident, the inferno, he hadn't visited the area except for one time. After leaving the MoleClan camp they had made their way here first, investigating and burying whatever was left. But that memory was anything but clear and sharp, left behind blurry and vague like puddles of smoke. Ever since he hadn't come even close to their old home. Now turned into grounds reeking of death and miserable ghosts. Perhaps only in his imagination. There had been nothing left to bury here for him. Abysstrance ignored the growing uncomfortable feeling wandering along his bones and tried to appear as unruffled as before, though his unusual taciturnity may betray him, glancing up at the far larger warrior. Though he could not imagine any specific cause yet, Cinderfury seemed to be just as uneasy. Afraid. Of what? One could only imagine, similar to his own reservations. Thankfully - fortunately he piped up soon enough. The abyssal tom stilled for a second in surprise, before smiling yet again - he couldn't remember when his expression had fallen off his face. "Sure, turn around. I don't mind accompanying you for a little while longer~" |
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