A cat and a Nuit walk into a bar...(Rayage)

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A cat and a Nuit walk into a bar...(Rayage)

Postby Alexander Slade on September 5th, 2015, 10:17 pm

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Shadows stretched long across the tops of buildings, as Zevlin's hunt began. Slinking in and out between the structures, the cat's bright emerald eyes watched as the sun slowly slipped away in the west. It was the feline's absolute favorite time to hunt for small game, the beautiful streaks of gold, pink, and red came as fascinating to Zevlin. Ruffling his dark fur, a chilly autumn breeze swept up off the ground, nearly knocking the feline off course. Digging his thorn-sharp claws into the ground, Zevlin parted his jaws, drinking in all the smells that were left around him. Both new and faded ones hit the scent gland on the roof of his mouth, and the tip of his furry tail flicked back and forth, curiously. instinctively dropping his body low to the ground, the cat stiffened his body, perfectly still, as green eyes clamped down on a tiny figure, scuffling through the trash.

A mouse..

All thoughts focused on the prey, as the hunter watched the grey figure rise to its back paws, as the front slid over its tiny snout. Zevlin couldn't help but let his mouth fill with saliva, imagining the warm.. delicious chunks of flesh sliding down his throat. With careful, silent steps, Zevlin stalked closer and closer, fearing the mouse might look up, catching him with its small beady eyes, and then scurry away, before he could do anything. The black cat bunched up his muscles, and then sprung off of the ground, hanging in the air a heartbeat, before pouncing on the tail of the mouse; not exactly where he had hope to land. The mouse fought and squirmed, squealing, as Zevlin pierced its skin with his claws, flipping the helpless creature way above his head.

Thudding to the ground, the mouse lay dazed, as satisfaction filled Zevlin. Moving to deliver the death blow to it's puny, pathetic neck, the cat pranced forward- but was too slow. The mouse shot up, and darted away into the darkness without a trace. A lazy growl rumbled from deep within Zevlin's throat, as he perched on his haunches, not bothering to try and chase it down.

Just not worth it

Lifting a paw, for a long over due cleaning, the feline contemplated his empty belly and the best -lazy- way to fill it. Zevlin had done it before, he would make his way to the docks, and there, he would wait until a human would reel in a fish... then snatch it and run away before he was caught. mischievous, yes, but a quick way for an easy meal. So it was decided, Zevlin leapt to his paws with an excited mrrrow and pushed himself off of the ground, with a bounding leap towards the water, guided by the light of the lanterns. Surrounding the tom was sounds of the night; crickets chirping their songs, off in the shadows, angry yowls of cats, scraping in the dim light.

The Kelvic paid no attention, he was set on only one thing- to satisfy the hollowness of hunger that uncoiled itself in the pit of his belly. Huge, graceful strides brought his paws rather quickly to the edge of a wooden dock. The tangy smell of salt air filled his nostrils, as he dragged in a breath. It seemed to cling to his black fur, making it sticky and uncomfortable against his muscular figure. A single man stood on the end of the wooden dock, his rod drew back. Zevlin settled down on his haunches, watching the line being thrown out into the bay. The black cat knew this might take time, so, lifting his furry paw again, he groomed himself contently. His prickly tongue primed the tip of a paw a few times, before gliding it over an ear.

Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps not far behind Zevlin made the fur along the Kelvic's spine stand on end. Spinning around, the feline bowed up, hissing in alarm. Wait... A sly thought crossed his mind the food is going to come to me, now... All I have to do is be the adorable, hungry cat that I am.

Relaxing his muscles, he gave his thick coat a shake and bounded forward. Mewing loudly, green eyes searching for legs to encircle and a form to rub his nose against.

Afterall, who could resist a cat like him?



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A cat and a Nuit walk into a bar...(Rayage)

Postby Rayage on September 6th, 2015, 6:31 pm

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The patchwork hue painted in the sky’s fading light made for a brilliant show for anyone to see. In the background open sea darted in either direction as far as the eye could see, the water itself semi-tainted with the color of death, the death of another day that is. In the end there is beauty, and it was this end that Rayage had experienced countless times. Little more did she take comfort in the dying light of the day, as even when she thought all light was gone long ago, did Syna and humanity rise again. Little power did the beauty of the natural world hold over the ancient being as the waves buffered the wooden planks of the dock she walked on. In silent contemplation did she walk mulling over her existence, trying, once more, to find a meaning to everything.

A hand glided over the gilded and golden Masters Ring she wore, marking her as a distinguished member of Sahovan society, a Sahovan Master. Little more did that ring matter now that Sahova was evacuated. The nuit herself was unsure of when the Island would be more hospitable, but she was sure that she could wait her time out here in Zeltiva, waiting for the island to call her back. Everyone, the nuits of all ranks from apprentices to masters to the pulsers… They all were set adrift, boarded upon a ship to escape the ill will of the island, and here in this city is where she found herself once more.

Bandages wrapped her hands and upper arms, the heat of the overgiving accident had faded, but her body still paid the toll. They were a reminder that soon she would need to choose new vessel, the curse (or blessing) of the nuit, a dark existence feeding off the light of others so that they may remain upon this world. Her apprentice Evalin once put it adequately: Darkness. They were the darkness between the stars, shadows closing in and enveloping the light of those around them. For they were Dark beings whose light had gone out long, long ago. Yet there she walked fully acknowledging that she had chosen this path, for time was no living things friend, and life, no matter how good or evil, always faded.

Though it was not before too long that a hissing sound broke the nuits inner world, and forced the ancient being to look down towards the source. A cat. Fur as black as night, eyes green as emeralds. The creature possessed a sort of purity that only an animal could gracefully wear, along with a certain beauty. The fur reminded the nuit of all the inky black nights she had witnessed, and the eyes of a more modern sign. Within the eyes one could see the soul, the light and mystery of life. She contemplated the cats purpose, and if it was possible, the nuit only stiffened some more as the cat began intertwining and weaving itself through her legs. She was unused to animals treating her as such, as usually they were just her subjects in some experiment. However, the action could only remind her of a time when she too cared to feel the touch of another being.

The cats actions could be interpreted in numerous ways, but for now the nuit was feeling reminiscent, ”How lonely you must be…” the nuit said, unknowing of the cats true purpose of being so ‘cute’, ”to seek the company of one such as myself.” Nuits, they were unnatural and possessed no bodily warmth, as their bodies were only gloves for their soul. Once a glove gets too used, then it is time to find another. Nuits wear bodies like a human wears clothes, hiding their true nature under the guise of death. The smell of embalming fluid mixed with that of flowers would waft from the nuit. If there was such a thing as too much perfume, then the nuit was it, trying to hide the smell of death and decay under a veil of flowers. Her appearance too, was hidden under a guise as a magical ring painted the illusion of life upon the body of the nuit.

It was when she shifted her gaze from the cat to her surroundings did she spot the man alone, fishing. A bucket beside him, most likely filled with his catches for the day, the nuit watched and observed the man sitting there. He wasn’t the most homely man she had ever laid eyes upon, but he wasn’t handsome either. He seemed to have a simple mind, the way he stared out onto the ocean as he waited for the next fish to take his bait, his look told her all she needed to know about him. Simple people lived here, with simple lives and simple needs. This place was much different than the crushing politics of Sahova.

The cat had continued to circle her legs, ”Yes, you are alone just like me.” the nuit more talked to herself than the cat. She knew that animals really couldn’t understand language, that is, not normal animals. They can respond and be trained, but understanding as a sentient living being, not so much. So it was silly to really expect answers from the cat, but the silver of humanity left in the ageless shell of the nuit couldn’t help but to answer to the cat.

She did not deny that animals were amazing creatures as were all living things. Life, after all, was what she studied and researched. Even though through all her research, she still did not understand things like -hunger- because it was so long ago that she really needed to eat anything.
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A cat and a Nuit walk into a bar...(Rayage)

Postby Alexander Slade on September 10th, 2015, 2:32 pm

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A purr, like thunder rumbling in dark skies, hummed from the muscular feline, as the pleasing sight of two legs came into view. Zevlin twisted his head back at the shimmering, salty water of the bay for a last look, before strutting forward, head and tail raised high. Without hesitation, the tom circled the legs of the stranger, soft mews escaping his mouth. Curiously, the Kelvic made his way in front of the person, plopping down lazily on his haunches, his fluffy tail wrapping carelessly around his body, the tip resting against his front paws, emerald gaze locking with feigned desperation, onto the strangers.

Fascinating The feline realized, studying each feature carefully never have I seen someone like this before... So...Pale.

Though he knew it was impolite to gawk, Zevlin couldn't help himself. It puzzled the Kelvic, because he saw himself as no different than others, but this..this human was different. She felt different.

A wave of flowery perfume hit him like a brick wall, his sensitive nose wrinkling. Shaking his broad head, the cat sneezed, as his belly churned. Perhaps, it was hunger that gnawed, but either way, the sweet smell had to go. Lifting himself to his paws, the Kelvic scrubbed his face vigorously along the strangers leg, circled around, and did the same to the other. Scent glands working to mask the perfume. Most humans were unknowing of this, mistaking the action as a show of affection, but along with a low cooing sound, it was a warning to other cats. It clearly stated This is mine, so back off! Whether it be a pole, legs, or wall, other cats were forbidden to come near this area unless they wanted their pelt ripped off.

Much better! Zevlin thought. Though the flowery perfume lingered still quite boldly, it wasn't as strong. Just then, an exclamation, he didn't quite catch clearly, rang out behind him. Jerking around sharply, the feline watched as the rather plump man jerked and began to struggle with his rod. Zevlin's mouth began to water. He really was hungry.

The cat watched with great interest, as a large fish was pulled from the water, his body heaving and flailing wildly. It was a good size to fill the cat's belly. Though, fish wasn't exactly his first option of fresh kill, it was a good size fish. Zevlin could imagine a better meal, but as far as the cat was concerned, it was a slimy fish or a scrawny mouse. His purse had seen better days.

Raising to all fours, the cat planted his paws on both of the woman's thighs with a long stretch, his claws extending just enough to prick the skin beneath the cloth, this will get her attention, his tail flipping distinctly behind him. A rather bad idea had filled the Kelvic's head; while he distracted the man, the woman could snatch one or two fish, and feed the poor, hungry cat. Dropping to his paws once again, he lowered his body into a hunter's crouch and prowled towards the fisherman, hoping the stranger caught on, his tail sweeping the ground behind him. The smell of fish filled his nostril's, making his green eyes grow fierce with hunger. With all luck, the fat fisherman will chase him off and his new friend might snag him dinner.

Pausing by the man, the cat watched as the fish was tossed into the bucket. Letting a few heartbeats pass, Zevlin lifted his head to the dark sky, his jaws parting with an ear-splitting "Mmmrroooowww"
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