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Post by spade ♠ on Sept 7, 2010 22:02:25 GMT -5
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The time of autumn, the fall of vibrate leaves the color of flames spilling to the earth heralding the approach of winters grasp. It was both a time she loved, and hated. Loved because of the abundance of warm rich colors that filled the forests. Hated because of the chill that danced through the winds, a direct contradiction, much like her feelings regarding the season change. The sleek shimmering femme moved upon silent paws through the thick underbrush. There were some of her kind that held wings, soaring in the skies above, she was not among those lucky high fliers. Instead she remained land bound.
Large coned soldiers twisted forward then back, then forward once more, catching the twitter of birds and the scampering of critters who raced to prepare themselves for the coming cold. As one of the chosen she'd once been a great warrior along side her brethren But recently, even as the days appeared to be tranquil upon the surface the currents beneath raged and twisted, she felt that she was nothing but a lazy pampered house pet. Granted in the space of a moment she could call forth a false summer, heating the chilling winds and warming the slumbering lands. But that meant little to nothing when it came to a warriors skills. She'd been closer to the slender assassin side of the twenty-three, rather then the bulky muscular fighters.
A sigh built up expanding her chest before slipping free, it wasn't that she doubted her abilities or her senses, such matters were kept keen through various extracurricular activities. No it was more or less the dull repetitiveness that came from immortality. These last few years had been nothing but a change of the seasons, which irritated the Tuatha De Dannan. Not even the daring leaps from the Lands End had served to pique her interest in the world around her.
A sudden pause in her movements while that narrow cranium jerked upward at a thought, perhaps she might try roaming the lands of the mortal felines, a change of scene might just be what she needed. The slow grin that stole across her maw enhanced the gleaming gold of her eyes, it was time to play.
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Post by ` Syrinx on Sept 19, 2010 13:39:33 GMT -5
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The movement of the winds, the chill that started to nip at that air around him. Ah how did he love the feeling of autumn and the reminder that he would soon have his chance of power of the lands. It was a beauty feeling, feeling the transition from the unbearable warmth of summer to his own season. He may despise spring because it took his powers from the land in such a greater radius and gave hope to the cats around them, but autumn he adored almost as much as winter itself because it gave him his power. Slowly sure, but spring and autumn barely had an image of their own. The only reason why cats realized what seasons they were was because of the color changes of the leaves and the flowers that sprouted from the earth. Other than that, they would only be a period of mixture between the two extremes of summer and winter. That made him wonder if either of the two were strong in spirit as well. He wondered what type of great warrior was given such seasons?
His paws hit the ground in a steady rhythm, the feeling of the grass beneath his paws forming around his paws causing a smile to glint at the edges of his mouth. The beauty at the thought that winter brought so much destruction, so much change, made pleasure go through his body. He could think of nothing else that he would rather rule over. It took a cat so strong in the mind and heart to be able to deal with the deaths and emerged through winter, but he saw it as a part of life. After all, it was. He had not even shed so much as a tear when his dear sister died no matter how close they were. He never shed a tear for a single cat that died at any point. He shared no bounds with those mortals that would eventually die. "Those who mourn over something so small as death, have no life of their own. Pathetic creatures they are. Especially for us great warriors of the past. We have seen much death, why should it phase any of us?" It made him wonder, but he had seen the working of other demi-gods easily, watching as some of those got sentimental over loosing a mortal that they had fallen for or became friends with. We can't afford friends who die unless you can deal with that shadow that always looms over those mortals.
His eyes gazed ahead of him, pale and emotionless as ever, when he sensed another presence much like his own, but still not exactly right. His eyes narrowed slightly and his nose scented for any signs of the feline he sensed and he caught hold of an interesting scent. One that seemed to hold the workings of warmth and storms, and he smiled, only assuming one feline in this world could hold such a scent. Slowly and silently, he lowered his body to the ground, his tail straight out behind him. He stalked forward carefully, as if his eyes had been trained into a big, fat, juicy mouse. After a few moments, his eyes peered past the undergrowth of the forest until they rested upon the feline he had scented and he recognized her instantly. She had been one of the warriors fighting on Uiscias, the side he had fought so loyally on. Flicking his tail he stepped out from the shadows and into the open view behind. "Well well, if it isn't the beauty demi-god of summer. What may you be doing out here at a time like this?" His voice was calm and had a slight tone of friendliness. After all, she was a female and was one who had been on his side. He had no reason to hold venom on his voice towards her at that time.
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Post by spade ♠ on Sept 20, 2010 22:37:42 GMT -5
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The thought of playing a prank upon the mortals of the neighboring lands frozen nearly as soon as it had been given life. A scent, and a feeling of a power bubbling with strength as it grew closer to the time when it would be at its peak. A single pale golden cone twisted back and to the right following by that triangled cranium. Eyes of shimmering gold surrounded in deep emerald danced over the form that appeared behind her. A faint smile, brief and fleeting passed across her ashen lips. A shift in weight brought her form around to face him, the light of the dropping sun falling down upon the shining gold of her rosetted spots giving her an additional sparkle. It was an effect that she was able to dim at will, but it had been several years since she'd been in the company of others and she simply forgot. The low warm purr of her voice lifted with a mild chuckle lingering within its honeyed sounds. "Herr..."
She knew him, from back when they were mortal and fought on the same side. It was true like many of the others in her ranks she'd admired the the black banded silver tom. One of her female friends of that time had even teased her about being in love with the feline. A thought that even now to this day brought a sparkle of mirth to that bejeweled gaze, the amusements of youth.. "I did expect to see you, though I shouldn't be surprised." Her gaze lifted while that rump lowered to the ground tail coiled delicately about her paws, she seemed to be completely at ease to the average watcher. But those who knew how to look deeper would see the tension that coursed along her muscles, the watchfulness beneath the teasing light in her eyes.
They had never been at odds with one another, but with Winter you never knew exactly where you stood. So she'd wait, bide her time until she knew what brought him this far out away from the others.
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Post by ` Syrinx on Sept 22, 2010 20:18:25 GMT -5
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The scent of the immortal feline started to over-power some of the other scents around Herr Bartholomew, but he knew that was only because he was training into it. It was odd to him, to say the least, but he realized now that the only other season that could stand a chance against this female in terms of a beautiful, soothing scent was spring and that hardly was anything. He knew that the demi-god of spring had been one of those chosen from the other side and the thought made his fur spike up slightly, but he forced it to lay flat. A long time had passed and he still felt the need to finish the battle that had never finished. But this immortal, Otekah he remembered her name, was from his side and that made this all that more interesting. He felt no malice toward her, and he was glad at least he would be able to have a calm conversation.
Or...maybe a little bit more than calm.
A slight, warm smile crossed his face and his pale green eyes gazed over the female. "Herr...," the voice flowed in his ears and they flickered. Bartholomew knew that when it came to females, especially after being granted this never ending life, he didn't have the best reputation when it came to being around females. There was a reason, after all, he kept himself looking good. "I did expect to see you, though I shouldn't be surprised." That warm smile that had appeared earlier seemed to grow slightly with the edges twitching upwards at her comment. His tail flickered and he took a few steps closer to her, noticing her scent become more prominent. "I tend to do that, you know." His smile now turned to have a small grin at the thought, but he pushed it aside and looked out towards the direction she had been looking earlier.
He could see the outline of a few mortals in the distance and he looked back to the demi-god of summer and flickered his tail. "So, sweet summer rose. What do you have trained into those orbs of yours?" Bartholomew always thought that there was a bit more of a connection between winter and summer than with the other two seasons and he was glad that she was on his side of this never-ending hidden battle. Summer and winter were the extremes, they were the deadly ones. Sure, winter was a trickster in itself and everyone associated death with it with the never ending blizzard, the freezing cold, and the shortages of food, but summer could be no better at times. The heat could be unbearable, cats have died from heat exhaustion. Summer dried the water out of the trees and fires became more common, killing prey as well as cats. Then there were droughts when water became scarce. The death was less thought of, less common even...but not rare. Oh no, summer was just as hard as winter when it wanted to be. Cats just remember summer can be a blessing. They don't remember that it can be a death sentence as well. Winter may be seen as a trickster, but at least it - I - doesn't hide what it am, deep down inside as summer does.
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