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Post by petserpit on Jan 5, 2014 20:08:02 GMT -5
Although he would never admit it, Serpit's body ached. His small muscles pulsed beneath his thick hide, pained by the constant tension. Even when he was sure he was not under any cat's watch, he still maintained his stiff, upright stance. He couldn't let word get to his leader that he'd been seen with a slack posture, no no, it wouldn't do.
The unkempt tom stood to attention outside the darkened room. He stood awaiting an accomplice, as were his orders. The two of them should then wait for their leader together. ' A two hench job.' as it were. Undoubtedly a serious matter.
Serpit, disinterested in whoever he was to be lumbered with, turned his attention to other things. With some hesitation, he bowed his head slightly, resisting the urge to mewel like kitten at the meager relief of the muscles of his nape. The heavy scent rose from his chest into his nostrils. He smelled like the warm insides of a dead creature.
”Does Macavity notice?“ He asked himself....”Well does he?!“ He found himself hissing aloud.
Serpit brought a greasy wrist up to his face, hesitantly touching the tip of his tongue to the filthy fur. He struggled to stop himself from openly wrenching. The scent was stronger than ever, and the taste......so rank.
Suddenly, Serpit's curled lip twitched. He froze, sensing a presence in the quiet space. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach, he could barely bring himself to look........
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Post by X2 on Jan 20, 2014 11:28:02 GMT -5
((Would you be okay with me bringing in an NPC to RP with until Rumpus or one of my other Henches are free??  ) |
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Post by petserpit on Jan 20, 2014 13:52:59 GMT -5
((Sure, that's cool. ) |
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Post by X2 on Jan 20, 2014 15:29:52 GMT -5
The small and dainty queen had passed by relatively unnoticed by other hench cats, as she glided through the hall. Despite being on the low end of the scale, she did have an appealing body, well more then some. Not the best. That and her light grey, nearly white coat, was hard to miss. Her sparkling silver tips shimmered as she passed by others. She was still a nothing, a nobody in the warehouse, and having finally gained the courage, she had begun her trek to Macavity's door.
She wanted some merit, some standing, so she could at least survive another five years in the confines of the tribe. Because of her standing, when she did get noticed, she was faced with toms trying to force themselves on her, or she'd get the 'I'd bet you'd make wonderful screams while I'm torturing you' looks. And she didn't think she could survive that anymore.
However, as she got closer, her nose wrinkled up at the foal stench, and she debated whether or not to go closer. The smell turning her away and giving her a bad omen vibe, the tiny queen almost turned and left. With a small squeak, she finally stepped around the corner, seeing what or who was the source of the scent.
...Does he what?...the queen had thought in her mind, when she realized that hiss and those words had to have come from the tom in front of her. Her eyes, which were almost completely covered by the "bangs" hanging into them, were staring down on the floor. She didn't know him too well, but knew enough that he was a higher rank then she was. So with her eyes firmly on the ground, she boldly asked. "Is...Macavity not in?"
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Post by petserpit on Jan 20, 2014 17:15:16 GMT -5
In spite of the tight feeling in his caving stomach, Serpit felt a slight twinge of relief. A slight twinge. It was not his leader's voice, nor that of any tom with whom he had any past disagreements. It wasn't even familiar to him. And yet, he couldn't help but feel like he'd been caught at the climax of a frantic mating session. He now felt he knew the shame and annoyance of all those toms he'd caught in such a position......disgusting, disgusting.
He lowered his damp paw with deliberate slowness, masking his embarrassed state. All the while he studied the owner of the voice out of the corner of his large, colorless eye. Searching his memory he recalled that may have glimpsed her once or twice. The tip of her tail as she rounded the corner, perhaps. He cocked his eyebrow at the queen. She was.....desirable, he supposed. Was that the word?
“Our leader is not present....Miss.” His tone was soft, only polite. He regarded her for a moment, before raising a loosened arm and extending a gracious paw towards her, his intent that she should take it as a sign of mutual manners. Not respect. His lips pulled into a light smile, the flame of shame dwindling in his gut........
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Post by X2 on Jan 21, 2014 15:28:25 GMT -5
With her nose still twitching, she continued to keep her eyes far away from Serpit. Or anywhere but on him. Her eyes did occasionally catch a glimpse of the toms feet or legs, but she didn't want to risk angering him. She did jump slightly when he offered his paw and she stood there dumbfounded. Was it some sort of trick?? If she took his offered paw would he be offended, or would he strike her down for not taking it?
Her heart began to pound in her chest and she felt the rise of her fear almost choke her. Coughing a tad she tried clearing her throat and decided against taking his offered paw. With a slight nod of her head she apologized. "Then I am sorry to have wasted your time, sir." She bit her lip, cursing herself. It would be her luck that the one day she got the courage to see their leader in person, he'd be "out". "Do yu know when he'll be back?"
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Post by petserpit on Jan 21, 2014 18:39:11 GMT -5
Serpit sensed a touch of uneasiness in the pale queen. Was he to take that as a reason for rejecting his generously offered paw. If he could just barely recall her, she must be of pretty low rank. His ears twitched at her quiet apology and her dull question. He decided not to confront her poor manners, but flexed his claws, popping a few tired joints before withdrawing his paw. Just a little hint of offense. He scanned her again for a moment before answering her, pondering. “Been touched, Sweetheart?”“ My leader is not present, therefore I have no time you could possibly waste.” He averted his gaze and raise a paw to touch the ring that barely clung to his ear. He tilted his head back and tugged gently, enjoying the sharp sting as he disturbed the poisonous flesh. Would the infection spread down his neck? The queen's mention of Macavity planted the picture his glorious leader in his head for a second. The scarlet tom was surrounded by white hot flames......and bodies...Jellicle bodies..... “ Beautiful.” The queen was there, and so was he. They were staring at the chaos, the glare flickering on there insignificant forms. Her expression was hidden by those irritating bangs. “ He'll come back when he wants to.” He muttered in response. He snapped out of his fantasy, tilting his head towards the queen. Her body may not have aroused anything in him, but her disposition did. “ May I prey on your company for a short while, Miss, until our leader does come back?” His eyes took a last flit over her before he casually added; “ You won't be touched.” ((Sorry, it's kinda long. ) |
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Post by X2 on Feb 26, 2014 23:19:40 GMT -5
((I am so sorry! Please forgive me. Guh, I'm horrible.))
Her heart beat sped up the moment he withdrew his paw. It was the sound of his bones cracking that she felt like flinching at. She was able to keep her stance without showing or...secreting fear. Not that that mattered, he had probably smelt the fear on her long before she rounded the corner and walked into his life. She was so nervous, yeah...nervous ...not scared; that Serpit was going to be so offended by her resistance to touching that he'd backhand her.
When no hit came, she swallowed a thump in her throat and attempted to ease her shoulders into a more comfortable position. She cocked her head as she listened to his voice drone on about Macavity's absence. She debated giving him a polite farewell and then leaving him to his thoughts. Though after just offending him not one minute ago, she didn't want to risk angering him if she tried to leave now. However, she herself couldn't think of an excuse to stay. Luckily, he gave her that way. Though she knew she would most likely regret staying longer in his company, leaving too soon would not be smart either.
With a tight smile, she blew upward and her bangs flew up enough, for her to get a decent look at Serpit, and for Serpit to see her blue eyes, before her bangs floated back down and into her eyes. "Of course sir." She refrained from chewing on her bottom lip, and distracted her nervous ticks, by asking a question she felt was harmless. "Is there something you need from me?"
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Post by petserpit on Feb 28, 2014 8:48:30 GMT -5
((That's okay! Good to have you back.))
Shiver if you are frightened.....scream if you wish
Serpit noted the smile the queen gave before she blew her infernal fringe from her face. He stared into her face, making eye contact for the first time since she appeared. Blue eyes. So this queen was not quite so fearful, or, at least that was what she wished him to think. He smiled gently at her compliance and her question, but decided to ignore them both for a moment.
"I see you will not shiver for me now?...Not even a twitch now? You will not give me the satisfaction."
He thought he managed to hide the irritation in his voice quite well, at least he hoped. Kept it soft and slightly warm. He was not sure if he wished her to show him her fear or challenge him. He was not sure which would entertain him the most. He sensed now that she had refused his paw out of nervousness, but her action that had prompted him to look into her previously hidden eyes. That was not fear. "Pardon me, Miss I did not mean to stare" He apologized, suddenly realizing his silence.
Without speaking, he indicated for her to stand close to him, lightly patting his hip, before folding his arms behind his back.
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Post by X2 on Jul 28, 2014 23:28:52 GMT -5
((I know you're looking forward to RPing with Rumpus but I have Deception free at the moment. If you'd rather play with him for now?))
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Post by petserpit on Aug 9, 2014 15:23:02 GMT -5
((I'm sorry that I've taken so long to reply. Sure, that would be great, I'd love to RP with Deception.  )) |
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Post by X2 on Aug 17, 2014 22:17:31 GMT -5
((Hehe, well Rumpus just became available. So sorry for any confusion.))
Her eyes went wider at Serpit's words, though with her long bangs dangling out in front of her eyes, it wasn't like anyone could see the change in her expressive eyes. He wanted her to ...what? Shiver? Twitch? What was that? The overbearing creepiness that she had felt from him in the beginning (though couldn't quite place it) was seeping back into her very bones. Suddenly, whatever he wanted from her, was looking to be terrifying. Her imaginative mind was already beginning to think of several different scenarios, all of them bad. "I...uhh...What...." She swallowed down a lump in her throat, trying once more to fight against the fear that was threatening to completely take over her system. Just as she had begun to walk closer to Serpit, as he had instructed, a voice from the side startled her.
"Are my eyes deceiving me? Or is our young 'serpent' sweet on someone?" Rumpus gazed at the pair with mild amusement, though it was obvious he didn't believe anything was really going on between them. Nothing innocent or romantic at least. If the fear rolling off of the white and silver queen were anything to go by.
The white queen shivered between the two tall, intimidating toms. Serpit scared her in an obvious way. But Rumpus had such a trusting face. He could just slip past any ones defenses and use them to his own advantage. He was scary in a more obscure way. That and the rumor-mill going around the lower hench-ranks was that Rumpus had Macavity's ear from time to time. That carried weight and left many henchcats either in awe of Rumpus or forced them to avoid the black cat. "We...I...don't. Nothing is going on here sir. Now...if there's nothing else?" She gulped but kept her head held high. Just that little bit of of dignity, the she knew she really didn't have.
Rumpus continued to stand there, with his arms crossed across his chest, a good head taller; if not more, than the queen. So he had to slightly bend down, to be able to look her in what would be her eyes, but if he had to look her in the bangs, then so be it. After his meeting with Macavity and Demeter, Rumpus was in a good mood. Things certainly hadn't been perfect, but they could have been so much worse, and now Demeter was now back in the warehouse. The subtle signals he had received from Macavity made him feel the ginger tom was happy with his choice and plan to bring Demeter back to their side. So he was definitely in a good mood. Flicking his eyes to the greasy tom to the side of the queen, he gave Serpit a friendly smile.
"Well I don't know about that, my dear." Rumpus slyly spoke as he allowed his body to graze past hers. "I of course don't know whats going on between you two. I admit walking into the middle of it." Winding a finger through the back of her hair, he was grateful to see that she didn't stiffen. All she did was turn around to look at both of them. The slight jolt in movement allowed her eyes to shine through her bangs momentarily. Rumpus took a moment to study the brief blue of her eyes. "Sorry...What is your name?" He heard a pause before her soft voice came out in a breath of the word "Valhalla". "Well Valhalla, Serpit is a higher ranking hench than you are. If he still has business with you, then that would be between the two of you."
Valhalla stiffened slightly at those words. Both insulted for being reminded on her low standing, in front of two strong toms, two toms who made names for themselves in the warehouse. And she was tense, because she was frightened that Serpit might, in fact, not be done with her yet. She nodded her head slowly, and with feeble movements tucked some of her bangs behind her mane, revealing half of her face. Looking at Serpit, she spoke formally. "I...apologize for being rude Serpit, sir. If you still need me for anything, then I will of course be here to provide it."
((And because I felt so bad for making you wait so long, I gave you a rather long post to have fun with. ^_^))
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Post by petserpit on Aug 18, 2014 12:58:32 GMT -5
A prickle of heat danced down Serpit's spine as the queen seemed to lose coherency. It was.....Charming. Although it had not been his intention to 'frighten' her, not really, he certainly could not say that her sudden air of severe unease was not pleasing to him. As she seemed to give up on scrabbling for an answer and move closer to him, he felt a tickle of pleasure. He had no intention of touching her, nor threatening her, yet her demeanour roused a kind of excitement in him, not unlike the feeling of anticipation preliminary to some great theatrical performance or opera. " Are my eyes deceiving me? Or is our young 'serpent' sweet on someone?" Serpit's felt a sensation like his shrivelled, bloodless heart slithering into the pit of his stomach like an angered creature into it's hole. He did not look up, training his eyes on the spot before to queen's halted feet, trying to suppress any trace of disappointment or disturbance from his own demeanour. He knew his wait was over and hope any kind of pleasure he could have experienced before then was scuppered by the black tom's interruption. Unrepentant impertinence. To Serpit, something in Rumpus's deliberate mispronunciation of his name, suggested an underlying suspicion of hypocrisy on his part. As if Serpit was just as unchaste as the rest in this sea of sex hungry toms and queens, a writhing pit of venomous serpents. He just refused to show it in favour of an admirable image. This somehow was more offensive to him that his interruption. He confessed himself proud to the perpetual, cold deadness between his legs, unshaken by the sculpted or subtle curvature of any feline's body, and having it put into question was something that made his blood boil. He was a eunuch psychologically speaking, and he felt that 'dysfunction' had rather improved his mind as it was uncluttered by the trivial needs of the body. Damn proud. He found the queen's babbling was no longer pleasing to him as it only seemed to confirm Rumpus's assumed suspicions. His gaze flickered to the the tom's fingers twisting into the queen's pale hair, and he chuckled inwardly that he should not display such intimate touches even if he should desire it. He heard....Valhalla? Yes, he had heard right, nervously inquire after his needs. What a treasure, even if she had been coaxed into politeness by that tom's slick, falsely respectful words. He looked at her for the first time since Rumpus's arrival. " Forgive me, Miss Valhalla." He smiled gently, signalling her to be patient as he first addressed the dark tom in his softest, easiest tone. he maintained his warm smile. " A week, two weeks? How long Rumpus since last we met? It would seem that any amount of time without meeting should skew your memory, that you should think my manner harsh? Cruel? I ask you now, do you believe my treatment of my conversation with Miss Valhalla to be any less amicable to my treatment of interaction with you, that you should think it sweet? If I am mistaken, then your view of me must be rather bitter." He looked over Rumpus's shoulder to the pale queen again, cleaning his teeth, tongue moving beneath his lip like a languid body beneath the sheets. He looked back at Rumpus, smile returning and as he had done on first meeting Valhalla, extended a paw towards him graciously. " Unless my memory is skewed, and I assure you I bare no bitterness, your manners cannot have escaped you......" ((There was no need to feel bad, but thank you so much for the long post. It was really fun to write for  . By the way, please don't think that I am assuming your character's views, these are just Serpit's assumptions. I'm not ignoring Valhalla either, I just thought it would be slightly awkward if I addressed both in the same post. )) |
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Post by X2 on Oct 9, 2014 12:03:01 GMT -5
((Since this hasn't been replied to in a while. Which is my fault))
[[DEAD]]
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. By the way, please don't think that I am assuming your character's views, these are just Serpit's assumptions. I'm not ignoring Valhalla either, I just thought it would be slightly awkward if I addressed both in the same post.