You're only halfway there [P; TheHitchhikers]

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    Summersolstice




    [size=2pt](c) вℓα¢к вℓσσ∂є∂ ωєαρση[/size]




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    It wasn't a terrible journey, rather easy to walk, it didn't take much effort. However, the job could have easily have been done if the deputy had actually know where he had been going. The word was, The Hitchhikers were a band of traveling cats, crazy. Fortunately enough, most loners were able to give some information as to their whereabouts. Some were tough, and at times, claws were unsheaved andfur was shredded, but the tom had gotten what he wanted. And now, here Summersolstice was, right outside their temporary territory boundary.




    The tom wasn't even sure yet what terms he was going to ask for, or even if he was going to ask for any. There is always that rule, don't ask and you won't receive. But maybe the Bengal shouldn't push it, after all The Glaring Spirits was a pretty strong group, even after the fall.




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    [align=center][color=#A63F00]❂ GHOST ❂ Lethal ❂ No Kill ❂ No Capture ❂ The Sight ❂ No Fatal Injuries ❂

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    cream cameo fem. w/ sea green eyes w/ bobbed tail


    Once more, Minerva was alone, though she wasn't being trailed this time. Her papillion possession was having the time of its life about three miles away. Stalking through the grass, which was just over her elbow, and she being long-legged, she sniffed indignantly. How dare that annoying little dog just up and run off in the middle of the night? Her guard had slipped for just a couple minutes, but when she woke, the white dog was gone. Realistically, she could've called it back, but she hadn't really wanted to, but now she felt all-but naked without the companion. She'd gotten so used to having it at her side, she wasn't accustomed to strolling along alone.


    Even if she'd asked for company, most cats would look at her as if she was a strange beast. She wasn't mean to the other Hitchhikers, she simpy didn't seek out their company... Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts and continue on her hunt, she almost tripped over her pale blue scarf, but she doesn't react too much except to sit down and flick and ear as she leans up onto her haunches and toy with the scarf with her front paws. From this vantage point, she glances up as the air changes. Pausing, she takes a deep sniff and then moves to stand on all four paws.


    A stranger? Slipping after the scent, she spots a bengal tom on the border. "Well, aren't you handsome..." She mutters with a little more than appreciation for his build, and then speeds into a trot. "Are you lost?" She asks, coming into view from a soft rise in the ground right in front of him, covered in long fronds of silver-green grass. He had the scent of a cat who was around a lot of other cats for most of his day, which could mean he was in a rogue group or a Clan. Tilting her head, she narrowed her eyes though she didn't feel as if he was threatening to her in any way. Sure, he looked pretty strong, fit as well, but he looked as if he was contemplating whether or not he should cross the border.
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    Summersolstice




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    The tom's ears flickered a bit, catching the female's words. Did he look lost? Or was his uncertainty showing? Nether was a good thing, and Summer tried to straighten his back a little more. Deputies, or even, The Glaring Spirits couldn't show weakness to outsiders, even if she was one of the group he had come to talk to.




    "No, ma'am, I'm not. At least, I don't think I am." Summer' kepted his face steady when he stoke to Minerva, taking a second to chose his words. "Is Insignia around?"




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    [align=center][color=#A63F00]❂ The Glaring Spirits ❂ Lethal ❂ No Kill ❂ No Capture ❂ The Sight ❂ No Fatal Injuries ❂

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black;][justify]"you know, stranger, it is only polite for one to introduce himself before asking for the presence of a well-respected being." vindicate seemed to have come from nowhere, appearing faster than the blink of the eye. she had been dozing off in a nearby tree, earth-hued pelt disguised by the foliage, when she heard rustles, pawsteps, followed by quiet voices. she had stalked them until she was close enough, and finally decided to reveal herself when the precursor's name was spoken.


    a foreboding figure, she was. save the attractive appearance, it took no genius to determine that she was an intimidating cat with quite a formidable reputation. her pretty looks did nothing to soften the sharp, powerful, yet empty void in her dark-blue oculars. her well-groomed pelt did nothing to hide the powerful muscles that rippled with strength, nor the scars that hid underneath the long fur. vindicate of the hitchhikers. a monster in the making.


    when she spoke, her voice was melodic, yet rough. smooth as velvet with a raspy end, a barbed undertone. she arched a metaphorical eyebrow and cocked her head to one side, as she often did. "you smell of the land beyond," she commented, sitting down and staring at the stranger. "state your name, as well as your business with the hitchhikers."[/justify][/fancypost]


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    Summersolstice




    [size=2pt](c) вℓα¢к вℓσσ∂є∂ ωєαρση[/size]




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    The scent of another cat hit the tom's nose before she even revealed herself to the two. The shecat definitely had muscles, but Summer' also had muscles; he wasn't scared of her, the group he was in was a fighting group, and not every cat had the same body type. The deputy wouldn't be afraid to have his fur shreaded or tear a nail, if the time came.




    That was true, he assumed. He should have properly introduced himself to the other shecat before asking for someone higher in rank. That was a stupid move on his part, but the other seemed to trust him a lot more. Damn females, they're always unpredictable. So the tom had to try to be as less threatening as he could, to even get a chance to make this work.




    "I assume you're right. My name is Summersolstice Vespertillio. I'm one of the deputies from The Glaring Spirits, one of the groups not far from here. I've been sent to set up a truce, or rather an alliance, if that's all right. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to know your name before I take any more orders from you, it'd only be polite."




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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black;][justify]the lynx's mouth curled into an amused smirk, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, the shade of a starless night and just as empty. she dipped her head, only slightly, although refused to take her gaze off of the tom. she was larger than him, and knew that, if push came to shove, she would have to spring. he didn't show himself as a threat at the moment, although the scout knew better than to let her guard down, so she didn't.


    "my name is vindicate acerbus, scout of the hitchhikers." her voice grew deep, borderline a growl, and her tufted ears folded back, although, apart from the movement, she didn't show any more signs of violence. "you would have to wait before meeting our precursor," she advised, making sure she stayed a good distance away from the tom. "although i am sure he is well on his way."


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    The she-cat set her rump on the ground and mewed, "I'm Minerva Wolvesbaine, a warrior of the Hitchhikers." Her voice was almost cold, as always, and there was no mistake. She didn't trust the tom, hadn't from the second she met him, she'd very simply noted his physique.



    /rushed and no muse (sorry for forgetting this thread ^^" )