.//the water is sending me shivers • open

[bear]

[style=width: 420x; margin-top:10px; margin-right:3px; margin-left: 3px; height:350px; overflow:auto; margin-bottom: 5px; padding:10px; color: #ffffff; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 17px;]Droplets of water still continued to cling to the feline's pelt even though the sun was already beginning to set past the horizon. It had been about two hours. Two hours since she'd first been able to see again. Two hours since she had regained her consciousness. Two hours since she chased after that mysterious black figure. And two hours since she had lost the figure.

Much time had gone by and still she hadn't moved places, and she felt slightly disappointment at herself that she hadn't started walking already. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stand up from her sitting position, but the sudden pain in her front left paw forced her to sit down once again and was a reminder as to why she hadn't traveled very far yet. Lifting her paw up closer to her face, she eyed it from different angles. It didn't look broken -- swollen definitely, but not broken. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with it though. With a sigh, she wished she was better educated in that matter. It definitely would have been helpful to know in situations like these. At least the stinging feeling from the water had ebbed away awhile ago.

Without putting pressure on her front left paw, the tabby stood up and looked around the island from where she sat. A giant oak tree occupied the space only a few tail-lengths to her left. Around the massive oak was a nice clearing, soft grass everywhere, and then farther away from the oak, more trees grew. Trees of different kinds, all densely growing together. There were bushes too, near the tree. Moss lined some of the tree trunks, and dead leaves covered patches of the ground. She wondered what this place was even used for. In the past few hours that she'd been here, she hadn't seen any other feline around this area -- all except for that one figure, but she didn't even get to see the creature's face, so she didn't even know if it was a cat or not.

The she-cat began limping past the trees and moss and bushes. She passed small ferns and other plant life; she even passed that blue collar. As she passed by, she gave it a good glare, knowing fully well that it could not react to her, so there really was so reason for her to do that. But she couldn't help herself. The blue collar had been there since she'd regained consciousness, and all it did was confuse her again and again whenever she looked at it. Well, she decided that she wouldn't let it bother her anymore. That was her plan, at least, and she thought that the best way to handle the mysterious item was to glare at it whenever she passed by. That would definitely be effective.

She made her way out of the open area and into the dense trees. She continued walking, occasionally feeling some pain in her front left paw but choosing to ignore it to the best of her ability. With every step, she could feel the terrain underneath her paws: sweet, kind grass with the occasional sand or gravel. The grass felt nice, especially since she felt aches all over her body since she had awoken. She continued farther on until her ears perked at the sound of rushing water. Smiling to herself, she thought that this might help her. After all, her fur had been dripping earlier, so maybe the rushing water would help her remember at least something.

As the sound increased, so did her speed. Excitement filled her, and a smiled grew across her face. For a moment, the pain didn't even matter. A slight wind kissed her cheeks and swam through her pelt, and it seemed like the grass under her paws waved to her as she ran by. She reached the river, where the water would sometimes splash onto the ground. Panting, she flopped her behind down onto the grass and smiled. It felt good to run, especially after staying in the ancient ruins for what seems like all day. The sun was almost right in front of her -- just slightly off to the left. It made it rather difficult to see, and it left a white glare on the surface of the river, but it sure did make the sky look beautiful. She looked behind her, and the sky was already turning a dark blue, but as she moved her gaze toward the sun, the sky changed colors: from blue purple to pink to orange to yellow. It truly was an amazing sight.

Bear lay down, the grass beneath tickling her for a moment. Staring across the river, she noticed a large tree trunk that connect the island to other piece of land and became curious about it. She wasn't quite ready to leave the island just yet, but she kept this information in the back of her mind. She looked down into the water, and she saw herself. It was a shock, suddenly realising that this was the first time she'd seen herself since she woke up. So this is what I look like, she thought to herself. Every whisker, every color of her fur, every detail... she eyed and noticed. It was strange finally seeing herself. The feline let out a sigh, not exactly sad, not exactly happy, but not bittersweet either. It was all just so strange. She lay down on the edge of the river, her paws over the edge and dipped slightly in the cool water. Her eyes closed, and she let her other senses take over; and she let the sun color her pelt orange just like it colored the sky.

WORDS nine hundred & fifty-six.
TAGGED open! ♥
NOTES first post. c:

[wolfbane]

WOLFBANE


[style=border: dotted 1px #213049; width:200px]you and i,
we are similar, you see
both without a past
and a future yet to be seen

walking on the path the clans took to get to the gathering island was not an easy thing for the tom who tried to walk there now. well, walk was perhaps not the best description of the task. his hindlegs walked normal, but his forelegs seemed to take a little hop every time he wanted to move forward...but that tended to happen when you only had one foreleg. every day that passed, the tom thought that if he had lost his hind leg, how much easier things would have been. sure, his back ones helped with balance - there really wasn't that much difference - but his front ones helped him with his more malicious techniques when it came to the others he ran into. he had to find other ways to carefully draw a claw through someone's flesh while still balancing safely. it would be all too easy for someone to take advantage of him.

but he eventually did get to stable ground and he looked around the island. it wasn't every day that he came out here. there were faint feelings that lurked across most of the clan's territory that felt like familiarity - like he had been there once before and should know something about it - something that he had lost all hope of ever remembering. his eyes closed for a moment, trying to think back, trying to remember the earliest thing possible but he could only remember back to the day he had awoken with a she-cat nearby, telling him to take this herb and putting something on his wounds. he remembered looking down and see the massive amount of cobwebs bandaging over where his leg had once been.

but he remembered more importantly the shock that had went through his body when he couldn't see out of one eye. he remembered wondering what the hell had happened to him - how he had gotten so banged up and why he couldn't remember a darn thing. he wondered who he was and things just started to happen. seeing the wolfsbane, taking on the name wolfbane (since it sounded better to him without that weird s), and becoming the monster that most felines would only dream of ever meeting - not truly thinking that someone like him could exist. killing only when his pleasure in other avenues and been outlived, and torturing felines in every other way. this was who he felt he was in the fiber of his being.

and he enjoyed it.

his claws dug deep into the soft ground of the island's shoreline where the trunk that acted as a bridge from the mainland ended, savoring the feel. it had been a while since he had run into anyone of interest. he enjoyed messing with the clan-cats more than anyone else, seeing as he enjoyed challenging their beliefs and ideals. starclan? you put all your hope in the spirits of dead felines? you must think you yourself is already dead. oh your leader? you think he is worth following, well then. perhaps you have no mind to help think for yourself. chaos, anarchy - that's where all the fun was to be had. making felines wonder about what they were putting their fate in and making them doubt everything they had ever known.

at the same time, they needed to learn when to smile.

a malicious grin spread across the tom's face as he looked around and good eye landed on a shape that was a bit further away from him, looking into the water at her reflection. he watched as the shape plopped down to rest beside the water and he flicked his tail, the grin widening as he walked as quietly as he physically toward her. as he approached, he noticed the she-cat's eyes were closed now and he flicked his tail. he sat down near her head and leaned down, closer to her and let out a soft, sadistic growl close to her ear, "one should be careful by herself, so far from home. you never know who might stumble upon you." the tom brought his claw, unsheathed, close to her neck.


ooc: i hope you don't mind his entry. they are a lot alike in some ways and i thought it would be an interesting thread - these two together. ;]

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[bear]

[style=width: 420x; margin-top:10px; margin-right:3px; margin-left: 3px; height:350px; overflow:auto; margin-bottom: 5px; padding:10px; color: #ffffff; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 17px;]The tide forced the water to move forward and backward, up and down. She could feel like water level continuously rising and falling. And it felt nice. Really nice. It was a way for her to calm down and relax after everything that had happen in the past day. Sure, she was reckless and quite often energetic, but she needed her rest, too. Not to mention, her paw most likely couldn't handle too much pressure, so running around like a loon would not be one of her better ideas (although she frequently did have some pretty stupid ideas). The water ran through the fur on her paws -- soaking them, soothing them. Of all the things that she had gone through today, this was probably her favorite.

Her ears twitched when a quick rustling sound emerged from the she-cat's right. Her brows furrowed, but she didn't open her eyes to look at what made the noise. She kept her body still, not moving other than her ears. It was probably just a bird or a mouse or some other prey, she assumed. All the tabby did was focus on the wonderful water kissing her paws and the grass beneath her that felt like a mother's touch. She focused on these aspects for as long as she could, but there came a point when she felt another being's presence next to her. The grass moved; the ground moved. Her brows furrowed even further, and she sheathed and unsheathed her claws over and over, and the fur on her neck and tail began to stand on their ends. Sniffing the air, she smelled the scent of another cat, a tom. Guess it's not some prey then. She waited, hoping he would just go away and leave her be, when he moved closer and closer until he finally had the audacity to actually sit down right next to her. And by her head, nonetheless. She let out a small growl from her throat. She was about done with this already. She was having a fantastic time just being with the earth, and then whatever it was that was there was ruining it for her.

Before she could tell the creature off, she felt his warm breath in her ear and his paw near her neck. Really? He decided that he can simply waddle on over next to her without saying a word and sit right next to her, and now he wants to get inside of her personal bubble? Uhh, no. She was not going to deal with this obnoxious feline. The growl in her throat reached a much higher volume, to the point where it would be very obvious to the tom. When nothing happened, the growl evolved into a full-on yowl that was shouted while she simultaneously rolled to the right onto her back and then back onto her legs. When she rolled onto her legs, there was pain in her left paw again and she let out a soft hiss, hopefully soft enough for the tom not to hear her. She kept down in a crouch in case something was to happen and she needed to be ready.

She looked up at the tom and let out a loud hiss at him, this time fully intending on him hearing. Her teeth were showing, let tail sticking up, and the fur all over her body on their ends. She didn't know who this tom was, nor did she care -- she wanted him to know that she was pissed. Ignoring the words he had said to her, she said, "Hey, furball. How about you watch where you're going? I don't want you getting in my way." Oh, there was venom in her voice. She was already tired of this guy, and she did not want to deal with him any further.

When she managed to stop hissing at the stranger, she finally got a good look at the tom. His head was a dark brown, but mostly his pelt consisted of bright ginger, a color that was only saturated further by the setting sun. His eyes were bright golden, like his pelt and like the sun. Looking closer, she realised... Is... that scar over his eye? Now that wasn't something she saw everyday of her life. Then she kind of laughed to herself because then she remembered that she didn't remember the rest of her life. Shaking off the laughs, she looked closer at the mangled tom, and then she saw it. Or, rather, the lack of it. The leg. The missing leg. This tom didn't have a leg! "And I thought I looked pretty bad," she scoffed with a slight chuckle. This definitely put things in perspective. Now her left paw didn't even seem like a big deal, and the scars over her own body seemed minute in comparison to what this tom had. Of all the felines she could met upon waking, it was this tom. What a laugh.

WORDS eight hundred & thirty.
TAGGED open/wolfbane.
NOTES ohmygosh i just about died when i read his bio. this is going to be awesome. c:<

[wolfbane]

WOLFBANE


[style=text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]the tom watched, but didn't move as the she-cat shot to her paws, staring at him with anger flashing in her eyes. a slow, malicious grin spread across the tom's face as he started to picture the fun he could have with her - the interesting ways he could bring a little mayhem into her life...but there was no reason to make things too quick. the tortoiseshell always wins the race, after all and you can't savor anything if you go too quickly, or allow what you're thinking to show through your eyes or body. the tom lowered his good paw to the ground and stood up on all three legs and flicked his tail, his eyes dropping down to her ankle, noticing that she couldn't bring all her wait down on it. well, ain't that interesting? he thought to him, his head tilting as he started to calculate a few things in his mind.

"How about you watch where you're going? I don't want you getting in my way."

a hard, crazy laughter erupted from the tom's throat and he shook his head at he, acting like she was nothing but a kit that had given the most absurd, impossible answer to a serious question. in a way, her woprds to him had been absurd and it took him a while to calm down hi laughter enough to give he a hard, but smiling gaze that showed nothing but crazy. "Now, darling, I don't think I could ever be in the one getting in anyone's way. In fact, if you were smart, you'd probably run off and never see me again. But you aren't going to do that, are you? Too spunky?" His words were a direct challenge to her. He was a beast - that couldn't be argued. He had no memories of what happened before he awoke in the half dark and he had no idea why he was what he was. But it didn't bother him - or so he liked to believe. Who wouldn't want to run away from him? But he challenged her to face his beastliness. He wanted to see her strength.

Before her weakness overwhelmed it.

"And I thought I looked pretty bad." her words were meant to taunt him, he knew, but he merely shrugged it off. he already knew he looked bad and he flicked his tail, that weird grin crossing his fave again. "Always like to do the pleasure of making others smile at me expensive," before they and I both smile at theirs, he added to himself. he took a step closer to her, his tail lashing like a predator on a hunt and even his eyes held a haunted look. his claws dug into the ground, still pandering the best way to go about his work with her. what would make he break the easiest? what would be the most fun for him? what would be most interesting for others that might run into her when he was finished?

"enough about me, let'a hear a little about you, sweet thing."

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[bear]

[style=width: 420x; margin-top:10px; margin-right:3px; margin-left: 3px; height:350px; overflow:auto; margin-bottom: 5px; padding:10px; color: #ffffff; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 17px;]She watched him, the way he moved his tail, the way tail flicked, or the way his whiskers twitched. Everything that he did, she kept her eyes on. Even in the few moments that she'd been with this tom, Bear knew that she had to keep a close watch on him. Now, of course, she didn't know or remember anyone else to compare the feline to, but she had a feeling that not everyone was like this. But what if they are? she suddenly thought for a second. Images of a ruthless world where every cat had to look out for themselves, where it was difficult to trust anyone suddenly flashed in her mind. She shook her head slightly; that couldn't possibly be the world she woke up to. She hoped.

As the tabby began laughing, the she-cat pushed herself up from her crouched position to a sitting position, easing her muscles just slightly but keeping her claws unsheathed so that she would be ready just in case this lunatic decided to attack her. Her eyes remained on him. She noticed his grin as he laughed, the sharp pointed teeth that seemed to reflect some of the sunset's light. It was full of malice. Evil. That part was obvious. She frowned to herself; she wondered if she was going to have to fight this guy. So far, she wasn't so sure. He seemed like he was pushing her to her edge, but the again this guy seemed really unpredictable. Either way, she wasn't about to let her guard down so this guy could take advantage of her.

A hiss nearly escaped her lips when she heard the tom utter his witty reply. The reason being: reverse psychology. At the first part of his sentence, she was about to shout that she could take him, and that the only smart decision was to stay and fight him; but when the second part of his sentence was uttered, she wanted to claw not only herself in the face, but the stranger in the face as well. Now that he'd said that, she'd have to leave him to prove him wrong. But then again, she wanted to stay to show this little mouse-brain what she was really made of. She was trapped. Stuck. Like prey that would inevitably be caught for a cat or other animal. Not knowing what to do, and not knowing what the say, all the tabby did was glare at him and frown.

When he took a step toward her, she flinched ever so slightly. Initially, she wanted to step back away from this creature. An opposite and equal reaction for every action. She had already pushed herself up slightly onto her hind legs and was about to take a step back, but she had to stop herself. Stepping back? In front of the feline? She wouldn't dare let him see her like that. She had to be strong, fierce. If she wasn't, well... she could only imagine how terrible the result would be. She understood that this tom wasn't exactly the nicest feline out there, so she made sure that she appeared the same. And, well, she probably wasn't the nicest out there anyways. She remained slightly standing for a second or two before slowly sitting back down onto the soft grass. Her claws were kept unsheathed, and her fur was on ends to show the tom that she still felt tension in the air around the two.

Bear let him finish talking and listened to his words, until he was completely done. When he spoke his last words, she eyed him and scoffed out, "Sweet thing?" Another chuckle escaped her lips. That one was a laugh. If he said that for flattery, it wasn't working. If he used that for laughs, it was. She had to let a few moments slide by so that her laughs could die down. That was a good one, she thought. That kind of sweet talk didn't work on the she-cat. Thank the earth that it doesn't either. She gazed at the ginger tabby, wondering what his motives were and what his next moves were. Whatever. Two can play his game.

"What do you want to know, stud?" was her only spoken reply after everything he had said. Obviously he wanted to know more about her -- although of what, she wasn't quite sure of -- but she wasn't just about to hand everything over to him on a golden platter. Heck, she didn't want him to know anything about her. But whatever game he was playing was quite honestly fun in her eyes. And she was going to keep playing it.

WORDS seven hundred & eighty.
TAGGED open/wolfbane.
NOTES none.