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Post by Fire on Dec 18, 2008 15:30:04 GMT -7
The flashing light was then followed by a roll of thunder and rain strike the ground outside. The she-cat suddenly felt greatful for taking up his offer and was now indoors, as the storm raged on outside. As Bloodfur listened she was amused, his stroy was more entertaining then her's. She too would have killed her siblings, but she was having too much freedom and she found they were already dead. Though she had one sister, who she'd never run into since she always knew when Bloodfur was around. She was a loner somewhere probably at the horseplace. Bloodfur nodded as he brough his story to a close. "I see and now you want to finish off your brother once and for all?" She stated more then asked. She could see something in his eyes that said revenge or just plain pleasure.
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Post by **Liz** on Dec 24, 2008 19:21:03 GMT -7
"No, not get rid of him. I want to watch him die, slowly, metaphorically." He wasn't one for poetics, but Dante knew that he could kill a cat without placing a claw on them. "I'm going to get to his heart and his mind, and tear it out through his rear. I'm going to get to 'im first. Then kill him."
He flicked his ears back and snarled wildly, his eyes wide. Well, things could go worse. At least his plan provided some entertainment in the process.
Shaking his pelt of rain that had seeped through the roof, he continued.
"N'I need some helpers. Some rouges and loners and kitty pets with grudges or blood-lust, t'help me. This brat has the whole clans on his side, I reckon, I can't do it alone."
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Post by Fire on Dec 24, 2008 20:55:14 GMT -7
Bloodfur chuckled. His mind really was evil. Play with your prey before you kill them. Toying with the mind and heart was an interesting way to get rid of someone. She found Dante amuseing, his way of killing might give herself some entertainment. "Perhaps I decided to 'help' you with this plan. Would there be anything in it for me?" She asked. Her 'services' came at a price, but she might make an acception to this plan, the entertainment might be her reward.
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Post by **Liz** on Mar 16, 2009 11:13:20 GMT -7
Dante chuckled deeply. Right, in it for her? He wondered if she knew the meaning of revenge. The tom thought about it for a moment, and then smiled toothily.
"Well," he started, his eyes bright and wide. "I cold give you the blood of every clan cat in that whole clan. I could give give you anything you wanted." All I want is him, his head, his blood. Dante shifted his forepaws against the dirt and dust on the floor. "What is it that you want?"
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Post by Fire on Mar 16, 2009 18:04:51 GMT -7
The she-cat continued to watch him. He named many things that peaked her intrest and then he asked her what she wanted. Never had she gave thought to things she really wanted. Her bloodlust and claws did the talking for her most times, and she took what she wanted then and there. Truth be told she didn't know what she wanted anymore aside blood, revenge, tooth and claw battles. But she'd never admit it to just anyone. The way it was shaping up she'd be spending time with Dante helping him with his revenge, she'd help him see it through and then probably dissapper. "I don't know if you must know." She replied evenly blinking. The rain beat on the roof and a drop found it's way onto her muzzle. She scowled upward and shifted to the side avoiding the next drop.
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Post by **Liz** on Apr 13, 2009 1:24:07 GMT -7
His deep green eyes searched the she-cat methodically. He couldn't bare to think that what this rouge thought of him, but he didn't really seem to care. All he needed were his claws, his fangs and his will for blood. But he couldn't take on a whole clan by himself. He raised his bloodthirsty head to the leaky roof, and noticed with a slight sigh of relief that the storm was subsiding, and he wouldn't have to deal with this bothersome inconvenience of being relatively moist. Even though he was a brute, he intended on being a brute with class, and most definitely did not want to be a matted, ugly looking brute. The tom stood and shook his fur, little droplets of condensation flinging off the tips of his torn ears.
"Alright then Bloodfur. What ever you say. You can have half of what I get," He intended on claiming the forest. A far fetched idea, at best, but in his demented mind, Dante found the thought quite reachable. He ignored that little voice that would normally be reasoning with sane cats, wondering how two lone rouges could take on four clans. It simply could not be done. But Dante stood defiantly, and was determined to take over. At least, take over some territory to start with. But, little steps. First, his bothersome brother.
"agreed?"
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Post by Fire on Apr 19, 2009 9:55:09 GMT -7
Bloodfur's gaze was set on Dante as his silence seemed to drag a bit. "Alright then Bloodfur. What ever you say. You can have half of what I get." He then said to her. Normally whenever a deal was agreed to Bloodfur would always be one step ahead and would be planning then an there how to over throw her 'partner' since in most cases then broke their deal or then tried to kill her so the would have it all. It always ended badly she'd kill them shortly after the victory or acheivement of the goal, leaving them with nothing but death and then move on. She felt vunerable here and her mind wasn't working as fast as she'd like it too. "Agreed," Bloodfur then said. She let this one play out. She wanted to get to know this Dante a bit he was interesting. "We can use the bobcats." The she-cat suggested then.
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Post by **Liz** on Apr 27, 2009 20:56:28 GMT -7
Dante growled with a sense of finality, the slightly smaller tom's torn ear flapped about the side of his head as he turned around to lap up some of the stream that trickled through the hole in the roof near the back of the den, which trickled like a miniature water fall. He thought for a moment, his crafty little beaded eyes crunched with thought. This Bloodfur cat was probably going to be the end of him, but Dante didn't care much, he fancied himself invincible. Maybe all he'd have to do is keep up his side of the agreement so she wouldn't have his jugular for sunhigh.
But, the bobcats...
This thought turned the black-ish cat around to his hind to face Bloodfur, and a coarse, wolfish smile crossed his fangs. The bobcats. Of course!
"Have you met, these bobcats, Bloodfur?" He purred darkly, his ears twitching with his tail, his claws sheathing and unsheathing, stained with blood.
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Post by Fire on May 3, 2009 17:29:06 GMT -7
Bloodfur watched him for a moment. She half expected his reachion but his wolfish grin surprised her abit though nothing showed on her face of course. "Of course, and once again, I'm am dropping in tommorrow at their camp." Bloodfur replied smoothly. She noticed his flexing claws. The bloodstained she-cat waited for him to continue but couldn't help but notice his claws were stained with blood. She felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. His claws where nothing compared to her glowing pelt of blood, that once upon a time shone ginger orange.
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Post by **Liz** on May 7, 2009 15:41:40 GMT -7
Dante looked back at Bloodfur with his dark, brooding eyes. He looked like a wild animal, standing there, his fur hanging straight off of his skin, a sign of his obsessive compulsive tendencies to groom himself. He was possibly the cleanest villain in the forest, which gave him a handsome, regal look as well. His ripped ear was equally hanging down, over his eye, making him look something like a school yard gangster, or possibly a goth. His smile, toothy as it was, this time seemed friendly and normal. Dante was thinking, and thinking hard. "Alright then Bloodfur, talk to them. And I shall return to Thunderclan, for I have some relations there who do not mind a crazy old dog hanging around them." he licked his chest compulsively, but paused and said, as if in an afterthought "And, do try not to get yourself killed."
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The small-ish male moved past Bloodfur with a singular nod, and bounded through the rain and back into the forest, making his way home into Thunderclan territory. He found himself a nice pile of dung to roll in, to rid himself of the scent, and stood in the rain for a while until it had all washed away. As he made his way back to the territory, his twisted mind was working. But on what, he had no idea. It would come to him, in a dream possibly or in the middle of the hunt, but he would somehow find a way to get back at that brat and his little Thunderclan friends, especially that she-cat he seemed to like so much. But, he had other plans for her. (End of thread?)
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Post by Fire on May 7, 2009 16:27:58 GMT -7
Bloodfur nodded breifly. "I'll try." She answered just before he took off. She watched him dissapear his grin made him look cute and his eyes only helped. She could help but notice that much. She laid down again now alone in the darkness of Dante's den. Bloodfur growled, this was going to be weird. The she-cat then began to plan out her approach to the bobcats, soon drifting off to the steady sound of the rain on the roof.
ooc:Sure
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