Who me? I would NEVER do something like THAT, honestly! (Private;; Titanium)

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    The jaguar was imprisoned. Improsoned, yes, that was exactly the word for it. Lucky he wasn't killed, but he was imprisoned. Imprisoned like every other tom in this whole lighthouse. Fuck. His life had been going perfect, about to earn fame and positions for being the one and only Jag Casonova Créve. The absolute one and only Casonova Créve in the entire Skulls, even though it was not famous. His father had started the name, actually, who he had never met, but assumed to be at least semi-HP. Anyways, he was imprisoned. Spying a black silhouette, he crouched, hackles raising.

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    No, not a she-cat. A she-panther, pitch black as the darkest of nights and only coming here to taunt her brothers. Brothers, a disgusting word, as they resembled the male species, though there was one minor thing males were able to accomplish- reproduction.


    No, they couldn't handle reproduction, but they were a great help in the process of it. The topic leaving her mind as she spotted an isolated cage, said to contain a Skull deckhand, she padded over. It was a jaguar... or was it a snow leopard? Who knew? Maybe a mix- but one thing was certain- he was hunky. That was the problem- Scully Boys were always ugly or too old, or involved with someone else. They weren't supposed to mate with stains, but who could resist? Anyway, the black panther padded over, the coldness in her eyes softening into a pillow of blue light. Electric blue mixed with baby blue, unlike his turquoise eyes, but his eyes were bright and colorful, even in such a dull mood. "Hel-lo, there, Jaguar. Heard your name is Jag. Jag Casonova Creve, to be exact."

    "You know how rumor is- viral, spreading to everyone, and the words change each time. Anyways, what did you do to get stuck in here? Did you have the audacity to be a male?!", the panther said sarcastically, spreading her black toes out and blinking.

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    Jag nodded slightly, not minding the sarcasm after being locked up a few days, growing a tiny bit warmer to the she. She wasn't seeming to be showing him any disrespect, or hatred, a bit more as if she thought he were handsome. Imagine, a Radicalclanner liking a tom!

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    Out of Charrie. Yep. Definately


    In Charrie.


    Hmm... This shallow fast-pacing panther liked the tom, a lot. A whole lot. In fact, enough to ignore the dumb old warrior code for him. He may not feel the same way, though, so it was time to assure it with a bit of things from her purse. More of a satchel, though, for it was ragged and brown- reaching in, she picked out a weapon, the catmousey. A strange thing to call it, for it was simply a mouse stuffed with catnip and a few poppyseeds to speed up the catnip's affects. "You must be STARVING, how about a little food?" Holding up the mouse, she threw it into his cage.

    Usually, the jaguar mix would be suspicious, but he was so starving. Sooo starving... He wolfed down the mouse, licking up every last bite, and almost immediately was high. "So now what do you wanna do? Wus your name?" Words slurred and eyes out of focus, he didn't look like he was in the best condition.

    "Call me Titanium. I have a better nickname, but I wont tell you until you're out of that cage, or better, I'm in it." Leaping and hooking her claws into the cage, she climbed to the top, where the mere weight of her crumbled the top. There was room to spare, though both a snow leopard mix and a panther was in the cage, but she whispered, "Call me your new mate.". She leaned over, licking the jaguar mix. Yes, she was a bit drunk herself, but a good dose of that stuff every day keeps the high positions away.

    "That's good, cuz' it is.", the panther replied, letting him pin her down and letting him 'do his thing'.


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    The panther had spent the afternoon with him, and now padded out of the lightouse. She had made sure to fix up his cage, for a drunk jaguar mix couldn't be found with an open cage! After leaving the lighthouse, she licked the scent of heat from herself, making sure to completely be rid of the scent.