ωнαт'ѕ тнαт ¢[σ]мιи' σνєя тнє нιℓℓ, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя?

[Chlorine addict]

мσиѕтєя ѕαт ιи тнє ѕℓανє ∂єи, ѕυℓкιиg. ѕнє ωαѕи'т σf αиу υѕє, ѕнє нα∂ вєєи тσℓ∂. нєя ∂σ¢кє∂ тαιℓ мєит ѕнє ¢συℓ∂и'т вαℓαи¢є, αи∂ нєя нιи∂ ℓєg нα∂ иєνєя вєєи ѕєт ѕтяαιgнт αfтєя ѕнє нα∂ ѕиαρρє∂ ιт, ¢αυѕιиg ιт тσ gяσω вα¢к αт α υииαтυяαℓ αиgℓє, яєи∂єяιиg нєя υѕєℓєѕѕ ιи α fιgнт. ѕнє ωαѕ тσℓ∂ αℓℓ ѕнє ωαѕ υѕєfυℓℓ fσя ωαѕ вяєє∂ιиg ѕтσ¢к. нσω ѕнє нαтє∂ вℓσσ∂¢ℓαи, нσω ѕнє ℓσиgє∂ тσ вє тнє яσυgє ѕнє σи¢є нα∂ вєєи. fяєє тσ кιℓℓ αиу тσмѕ ωнσ тяιє∂ тσ ¢σмє αт нєя, fяєє тσ ℓινє нσω ѕнє ωαитє∂. ιт ∂ι∂и'т нєℓρ тнαт ѕнє ѕтσσ∂ συт αмσиgѕт тнє σтнєя мαтιиg ѕℓανєѕ, иσт ιи ℓσσкѕ, αℓтнσυgн ѕнє ωαѕи'т яєρυℓѕινє, вυт ιи ρєℓт. ѕнє ωαѕ αℓвιиσ, ρυяє ωнιтє ωιтн вяιgнт ѕ¢αяℓєт єуєѕ.

[VINTAGE ★]

<sub>Let's play the game of the manipulater.

A massive form obscured the light from the slave's den for a moment before entering the den and letting it refill with light, the darkness drinking in the sun's gift like a starving kit drank milk from a mercilful queen. "Well well well what do we have here. What is a gorgeous creature like you doing in the slave's den?" Came a voice edged with genuine truth. The form stepped forward and revealed itself to be a handsome black Maine Coon. His smile so honest and his eyes so filled with real pity. The only thing that wavered his handsome image being a jagged scar across his face but even that gave him a certain positive feel. It showed he was a fighter and could protect creatures unable to protect themselves. His handsome orange eyes fixated on the pretty albino she cat. He took a step closer when the den fell dark again as a almost exact replica or Redo blocked the entrance.

Or perhaps an unwated vistor will cut our game short.

"Redo. Don't even think about it." Came a mancaing female voice. Her hellish orange gaze lockign on him as he turned his head to see the new occupant. "Aima... er... how good to see y-" He was cut off from a vicious snarl from the she cat. She was slightly smaller than him, not that it made much difference with them both being a Maine Coon and considering they both towered over most of their non large breed clan mates. The she cat apparently named Aima stepped into the den and the light illuminated her face. Unlike Redo she did not have the scar though she had the long black fur and orange eyes. Their was another difference as well, four long scars sliced down her back but these were more of a defensive looking attack, as if she had not been protecting and sheilding the innocent but attacking them. Redo suddenly regained himself and took a step forward. "You will not lay a claw on this innocent she cat!" He said fiercely.

Lets keep the table turning and see who wins.

Aima snarled. "Don't play games with me we both know what you intend to do." Redo stood tall and took a protective stance in front of Monster. "Offer her prey so she doesn't die of starvation like the others? Why yes that is exactly what I intended to do." Aima let out a loud growl of frustration. She may only be an apprentice but she would become an warrior soon enough. She extended her training to get a few more kills on her claws before becoming an True Warrior, the same rank as Redo. The mellanistic she cat snarled and unsheathed her claws before lunging at Redo. The massive tom was bowled over and they fought for a split second on the floor of the slave's den before Redo broke free and shot out, the light flickering for a moment as he exited. Aima stood and fell into a nuertral posture, her claws sliding back into her sheaths. She then turned calmly to Monster. "What is your name slave?" She asked flatly, something sparking in her intellegent eyes.

The games not over this is just where it begins.</sub>

[Chlorine addict]

"мσиѕтєя"
тнє αℓвιиσ ѕнє ¢αт яєρℓιє∂, нєя νι¢є αѕ ¢σσℓ αи∂ ¢αℓм αѕ єνєя. ѕнє ℓσσкє∂ υиfαѕє∂, α¢тє∂ υиιмρяєѕѕє∂, вυт ιиѕι∂є ѕнє fєℓт υиѕєттℓє∂. ѕнє києω ωнαт кιи∂ σf тσм тнє мαιиє ¢σσи ωαѕ, αи∂ ιт ωαѕ тнє кιи∂ тнαт нєя ¢ℓαωѕ α¢нє∂ тσ ѕℓαѕн. иσт тнαт ѕнє ωσυℓ∂ gєт fαя, fιgнтιиg ωιѕє. ѕнє υѕє∂ тσ вє qυιтє α яєѕρє¢тє∂ fιgнтєя, ѕмαℓℓ вυт ѕтяσиg. иσω ѕнє ωαѕ ѕмαℓℓ αи∂ ¢яιρρℓє∂, ωιтн иσ тαιℓ αи∂ α ¢яσσкє∂ нιи∂ ℓєg. ѕнє нα∂ тєαѕє∂ α σℓ∂ ¢яιρρℓє∂ тσм ιи нєя яσυgє ∂αуѕ fσя ℓιмριиg.
иєνєя αgαιи
, ѕнє тнσυgнт. ѕнє мα∂є α мєитαℓ νσω, тнαт ιf ѕнє єνєя ѕαω тнє тσм αgαιи, ѕнє ωσυℓ∂ αρσℓσgιѕє тσ нιм. ѕнє иσω fєℓт нιѕ ραιи.

[VINTAGE ★]

<sub>Aima nodded. "You were a warrior once before correct?" She said eyeing Monster's leg. 

{{ Holly crap. Yeah REALLY short post. My mom needs me. }}</sub>

[Chlorine addict]

"ιf ву ωαяяισя уσυ мєαи α fιgнтєя, тнєи уєѕ. ιf ву ωαяяισя уσυ мєαи α ѕσfт, ¢ℓαи ѕιѕѕу, тнєи иσ. ι ωαѕ α яσgυє, ωнσ ¢συℓ∂ ℓσσк αfтєя нєяѕєℓf νєяу ωєℓℓ"
ѕнє ѕαι∂ ¢σσℓу, нєя ѕтяαиgє яє∂ єуєѕ ѕнσωιиg иσ ємσтισи, єχєρт ѕℓιgнт ∂ιѕ¢σмfσят αт тнє ωєαк ѕυиℓιт тнαт яєα¢нє∂ нєя ∂єи. нєя єуєѕ ωєяє ѕєиѕιтινє тσ ѕυи яαуѕ, αи∂ ѕнє нαтє∂ тσ єχρσѕє тнєм fσя тσ ℓσиg, ιи fєαя σf gσιиg вℓιи∂.

[Scarface ~]

"Oh, come now. Us warriors couldn't be too bad..."
The deep, hollowed voice came from none other than Scarface, the well-respected and admired True Warrior. The massive dark grey shape padded out from within the masked shadows, deciding it better to confront these cats head-on, seeing there was no detected threat. Also from a Maine Coon background, the long-haired tom towered over the injured slave, standing just as tall, if not taller, than the male also in the slave den.

Hmmm... seems we have yet another "tragity" from the harsh penalty of living in BloodClan. Oh well. Scarface could give to sh*ts about whatever pathetic, sniveling story that this she-cat had to offer. As the True Warrior deserved, his name consisted of the outward appearance he presented towards others. Four main scars ripped up the right side of his face, leaving jagged, scarlet lines. One overlapped the gouge mark, where his other canary yellow eye should have rested, leaving him blinded upon that side. Two of them danced other, creating a perminant expression; a mixture of a snarl and a wince was cemented upon his angular head, leaving others to guess in the circumstances in which he recieved it.

Yet, the other side of his face was perfectly natural. It revealed a trace of innocence amongst the long, feathered grey fur, laid upon a well-balanced and sculpted bone structure. Despite what he had become, Scarface was referred to as "handsome" by certain, flirtatious and prissy she-cats, whom he seemingly didn't have the time for. The cold canary iris, laying in a wait for it's partner, stood out upon the untouched part of Scarface's... well, face.

This curious gaze studied the injured cat that laid before his paws; one with eyes of the darkest scarlet pools, and with fur of the purest snow, not a single blemish apparent on her petite form. With a smirk forming upon his grizzled jaw, he suddenly realised that this "rogue" reminded him of BloodClan's honorable leader, Solarstar herself. Curious, oh curious so...

"Now, my dear. How did you end up with this sort of prediciment?" he inquired, deepened tone turning into a soft croon. It was so easy sometimes to let his mindset stray, giving false impressions to others as to whereabouts of his actual personality. One of harsh, unforgiving nature, seeking to ruin the lives of those in his chosing, and succeeding for the vast majority. As stated before, Scarface didn't care about how this she-cat came to be, but the camp was empty, as usual, and the tom had already gone hunting for the day. Plus, the sound of bickering and unsheathed claws upon cement aroused him from his nap, and he had happily come to investigate.

[Chlorine addict]

"How? How do you think. What else could have given these, other than Straightspines?"
She Spat, a snarl rising in her throat as she spoke the name. The young cat still shuddered at what they did to unwanted kittypets in cold blood. She had no sympathy for the stupid, soft, dull house cats, but she was sickened to her stomach at what the cutter did to them. It had happened to her mother.
"A young one, fourteen cycles of seasons at least. He trapped me in a monster-den, and wrapped a stretchy band around my tail. It cut the blood supply off, and it died and fell away after weeks. His monster broke my leg, while it was walking backwards out of its nest"
Allthough her voice lacked emotion, her eyes sparkled with a feeling that would make some cringe. The cat wanted revenge on the Straightspines, her desire had been suddenly re-kindled by telling these cats what had happened.

[Scarface ~]

"Hmmm. Well, that sucks." he said, sitting down upon the cool concrete floor. Scarface tilted his massive head, and studied the rogue once again, lingering on the stumped tail as well as the broken leg. I wonder if it hurt... he mused, a smirk playing upon his grizzled maw. Knowing from personal experience, it probably did...

"It appears that you have a bit of a dilema. On the one hand, it seems as though you have some resentment towards these... erm, "straight-spines". Yet, by no means are you in any condition in which to show them." he crooned, whisking his feathered tail gently over her injured leg. Single yellowed iris gleaming, the Maine Coon gave a sickeningly sweet smile, and met her crimson eyes evenly.

"So, my dear. What exactly are you planning?"

[Chlorine addict]

Moster looked at the tom, and stared deep into his eye, annoyance glittering in her gaze.
"Do you really think I am in any position for planning my revenge?"
She said harshly, sarcasm lathered over her words, turning the toms own words back at him.
"There is no point planning something I will never do, and you know this"
She spoke, her voice flat and devoid of any annoyance she felt for him.

[Scarface ~]

Scarface met her gaze evenly, smirking as she spoke in such a harsh manner. Though her expression was devoid of scarce emotion, he could feel the annoyance searing from her crimson irises. This, in turn, made the Maine Coon release a deepened chuckle. "Then why the hatred? Why is it, even though you mask it pleasantly well, that revenge still seems to linger upon every aspect of your being?" he whispered, leaning closer to her, yellowed iris sparkling in excitement. "That is... if you say you would never attempt such a thing, or rather, something that you will never do." he crooned, giving a gentle smile, and tossing back her own words carefully.

Boy, this was becoming more entertaining by the minute.

[Chlorine addict]

"Ha! I never said I did not hate them for what they did to me, but that there was no point in planning a pointless scheme. I am not one for stupidity, and I know that I cannot do anything that will scar the Straightspines for life. I am not an idiot."
She said, a condescending note in her voice.

[Scarface ~]

Scarface let another smile flit across his gruesome features as she continued to prove his theory of annoyance correct. This was just what the doctor ordered; his perfect cup-of-tea. "Oh, darling. I don't believe I've ever called you an 'idiot' in our small chat." he crooned gleefully, his maw twitching in amusement at her outburst. "But you have shown me that there is, in fact, anger. And to my dismay, it seems to be directed at yours truly." the Maine Coon said, letting out a deepend chuckle.

[Chlorine addict]

"Well then, you're the idiot. Cats annoy me, especially you, but I don't hate them. There are very few cats I hate, and they have all done something to deserve it. No, it's the the Straightspines I hate. I don't particularly like you, but you haven't deserved the.... Honour of me feeling strongly about you, in a bad way" the young cat said, her voice impassive.

[Scarface ~]

And at that response, Scarface let out a loud, booming laugh that seemed to shake the very walls of the slave dens. His yellowed iris glowed with a vicious unfathomable expression, and a wide cheshire grin spread across his grizzled features. In the dim lighting that enveloped the space, he looked like a demon, possessed by some wicked creature that sought to reek havoc upon the earth.

"Now, now my dear." he crowed gently, letting his feathered tail drift over her injured leg and up her hindquarters. "I am no idiot, rest assured." he said, leaning closer towards her small frame, his cool breath resting upon her albino fur. "And I'm afraid you've recieved an improper judgement of me. You see, I'm not one for the theatrics. I've never been quite good at playing the role of 'sympathetic BloodClanner', as I see some are." he crooned, towering over the limp form of Monster, and narrowing his eerie eye.

"But, the role of 'sadistic and murderous BloodClanner'... well, I play that role quite excellently." the Maine Coon whispered softly. The sound of sharpened claw upon concrete echoed througout the small den, and made its purpose clear. Scarface had been slowly leading up to this moment. Hey, the more kills one had under his belt, the better you were viewed in BloodClan.

"You will have reason to hate me."