SAD BOY, BAD BOY. [o, return]
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Haskill
Sassy Gentleman of BloodClan.
[idk if this post is good the vacuum is on and i cant think ugh]
There was something vaguely familiar about the voice that echoed loudly throughout the shaded cracked alleys that made up the labyrinth of BloodClan's home. Haskill could hardly put his paw on it, not without a face to pair with the words, but seeing as how his pleasant nap in the tremulous sunlight had been so rudely disturbed, the tuxedo decided to investigate. He had half a mind to go off on the culprit, but that was hardly his way of doing things. The muscular figure rose to murky paws, stretching out his slender frame before moving to intercept the newcomer. He slipped through the streets like a wraith, each step unheard as burning optics scanned man-made landscapes. It didn't take long for him to narrow in on the source of the noise and once more, a sharp sting of familiarity pierced his mind, and Haskill found himself standing before Aloebite with a concentrated expression.
"I could swear that I recognize you from somewhere." The male admitted with a flick of his cotton tipped tail. It was clear the other feline had once been a BloodClanner, and that only served to fortify the thought that at one time they must have crossed each other's path. Then he noticed the leg, and it all fell back into place. "Ah, Aloebite. Our former healer." Haskill's tone was usually dry, but it had contracted some level of respect in that moment. He and Aloe hadn't interacted as much, after all he had gone by a different name at the time, just as he had walked with a different personality, but the memory, while tainted like cracked glass, was still there. "I'll be the first to welcome you home, then."
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I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the Weak
The branches, the bones of the liars and Thieves
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a great monstrous grin curled ravenously across the brute's features as the long legged man look down upon his former classmate, silver spectacles watching the masculine momentarily as he approached. he awaited for a breath to see if perhaps haskill recognized him as aloebite's tail curled with sudden satisfaction upon the moment his own name slipped from the jaws of the gentlemen before him. "very good," he mused with a cunning smirk in which settled upon his features, the words slithered from his tongue like a striking snake.
everything about aloebite was unearthly and unlike anything many had witnessed before. he was deranged perhaps, not mad, but different. the man was always weaving and thinking as if sucking the secrets and the thoughts from those who faced him. the siamese's eyes were as hungry as a starved wolf for knowledge as they attempted to penetrated past the eyes and within the soul with a devil-like reasoning. as if everything that slipped from the male's jaws was a distraction from a further attempt to curl his claws about someone's cranium and just rip it apart in order to dissect the brain. odd fellow, really. like a mad scientist.
"sorry, mate- a shame, really, i'm afraid i've forgotten ya' name. was it molag last time i saw ya'?" he questioned frowning for a moment as if he was attempting to remember as the fellow that stood before him was so oddly familiar, he supposed it had been quite some time.
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Haskill
Sassy Gentleman of BloodClan.
Molag. Molag Bal. The second part of the name had not passed through Aloebite's jaws, but the first was enough to cause an uncomfortable jolt. Haskill gave his tail a flick as he straightened his features into a stoic mask. "Molag Bal." The tuxedo reminded sharply, his amber eyes flashing with the memory of torn flesh and brutalized features that crippled his mind for one chilling instant. The Prince of Pain, the Lord of Cruelty, he had tormented both friend and foe alike, he had dominated all within his past with brute force alone. "But it's Haskill now." The words were directed at the former healer, but they also served as a soothing reminder to the former steel hearted brute.
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I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the Weak
The branches, the bones of the liars and Thieves
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★ ★ ★ -- // oh boi o boi o boi
Aloebite was like an old friend to her. How long had it been? A couple of moons, give or take. Aloebite had been her buddy of sorts, if you could call it. A partner in crime. While BloodClan had been somewhat lively and under the reign of Sheogorath, Aloebite had kept her company. Had kept things lively. And then he'd left, Sheogorath gone soon after. The woman had been left alone to run a clan built on chaos and bloodshed, and once more Taboa had felt alone. The calico was bad. She built close friendships and she cherished them and when they finally left her in one way or another, she felt devastated. One would think that someone of her nature would have learned their lesson by now. But Aloebite had been a near constant in her life. Relationships were powerful and they wounded Taboa more than she cared to like.
It happens as most of her encounters do; on the street, with a deep and incredibly familiar voice calling from a distance. Such a masculine voice had sent a wave of nostolgia ringing down her bones, sending Taboa's nerves alight with excitement. The fem had very well shivered, reinforced claws digging into concrete ferociously to steel herself before she headed off towards the sounds of voices with renewed energy.
There she saw him, Aloebite conversing with Haskill in all his one-legged glory again (hah). He looked somewhat different the last time she'd seen him (blood on his pelt notwithstanding).
"Look what we have here!" Taboa called loudly, raucously with sheer excitement. She reveled at the former healer. The leader of BloodClan slid forward on sturdy limbs and nimble paws that tingled with excitement.
"Came back for round two of BloodClan, have we now? Shame on you for leaving me!" Her words were said with an air of mirth, amber eyes alight with glee as a maw peeled back in the largest grin one might have seen her give since... forever. Ah, how she'd missed him.
"Tell me where ya been, love. Are you staying?" She hoped so. She didn't know what she'd do if he'd left again. It was so boring without the former healer.
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the man's features watched haskill momentarily before they drifted along the city streets for a breath, jaws parted as he breathed in the scent. the familiar scent of his genuine, true, real home. the sweeping morning sun was delicate and scattering against his frame, hot upon aching shoulder blades that bore a few scars here and there. his muscle sore from fleeing windclan territory after his gruesome escape plan. what a plan it was! ha! there was no plan, he just went out with a bang because after all, what gentleman as classy as he wouldn't? eh, he wasn't that classy, the brute was dirty, he was slick, and he didn't play by the rules.
his face found the tom's once more as he corrected him and a twitch of a smile fled upon his maw for a moment before vanishing, "eh, sorry, haskill," he paused with a warm glance, blinking before a ravenous smirk curled upon his features. this was the moment that he decided he would attempt to make haskill the bloody killer he formally was: molag bal. it was as if he was trying to creep under his skin, manipulate him perhaps- who knows, that would all come in the future. he wasn't sure why he changed his name, and his personality was not of that like molag's, interesting. surely haskill had that dark self in his soul somewhere and aloe would simply have to lure it out of him. "molag bal's not in that lovely little head of yours anymore is he, mm? i'd like to pry it open and see for myself," he questioned with a raise of his brow before sweeping his tail, claws curling as if he really did want to cut the male's cranium open. "no matta', ya don't have to answer if you don't wanna."
the scent of taboa washed over his features like a cold stream in summer time and the warmth of licking flames in the middle of leaf bare when his bones with cold and splintering. he didn't need to move his gaze from haskill as he fell silent momentarily, ears the only thing that moved as they angled to listen better before his features finally followed after a moment of silence. cold, silver irises slithering across the very woman who approached with the prowess of a panther. venom and nectar dripping from her voice like the queen she was as he offered a bewitching grin, ivory it was as he watched her approach and for once fell silent in simple admiration for someone who he longed to see for many, many moons.
"taboa!" he greeted finally, vocals chirp and thick as his vessel slithered to angle before hers before approaching, limping forward to greet her with simplicity of rubbing his cheek against her own. aloe hadn't many friends but he cared for those that he held onto. "shame on me indeed and shame on you for not stopping me," he spoke with the curl of a charming smirk. the mention of his where about caused aloe's jaws to clench as he thought, "windclan, love- rather boring really though you can expect i didn't leave peacefully, i may have stirred up a bit of trouble. jasperstar certainly won't be pleased when he finds my... departing gift." his claws coiled within the hard ground below his figure, amused at the thought of what he had done. it was so simple that it was funny. there was no limbs being thrown everywhere, he simply slaughtered someone in the lovely light of morning when everyone was having a delightful time. he looked her up and down before the twitch of a smile found it's way upon his maw. "of course i'm stayin' if you're here, sugar. always."
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Haskill
Sassy Gentleman of BloodClan.
The tuxedo didn't have an answer for Aloebite's question. So far as he knew, his former self had perished with his memory, but even those lurked beneath the surface. Perhaps the beast could too. Haskill didn't have much time to think on it. The voice of Taboa penetrated his thoughts, and the male looked over towards the approaching calico, his amber eyes narrowing the slightest bit. Did she have to be so loud? So irritating? He supposed she must have missed the former healer quite a bit for such a vibrant reaction to have been summoned from her thoughts. Haskill took a step back, allowing the two to meet and greet without his shadow spread across their minds.
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I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the Weak
The branches, the bones of the liars and Thieves
(c)trexgirl
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「 just pull the plug, yeah — I'VE HAD ENOUGH 」 The tabby cat hadn't been around too much ever since his dad left. He would often spend his time in one of the rooms, maybe one that he would call his own? He doubted any cat around here knew him considering how ghosted he had been, but now he was ready to get back onto his feet and actually show his face around the place. The male had been taking a stroll through the city, his pale green eyes narrowed as he looked around. He didn't really show the effects of his father leaving much, or rather to himself he didn't. As he grew up, he grew a strong sense of loyalty to his clan, to his blood he felt the same way but he still disliked his father.
Diabolos had began to approach the three talking cats, his eyes narrowed confusingly before he began to move towards the voices. One of those voices sounded a bit familiar while the others hadn't. The one that sounded familiar, it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't put his paw on it. He padded towards the three figures, lifting his head as he looked at the siamese. At first he didn't realize who it was but when he heard that name, it instantly sent a pulse of anger running through his veins. A low growl escaped his lips as he lowered his head. "You..." It was more in a questioning tone rather than an assertive one. He was full of disbelief, as if he was questioning the fact that he came back. Was this all real or was he going to leave again? "I'm surprised you even considered coming back." He pinned his ears against his head.
The inferior looked at him crossly, sizing himself up to the other domestic. He lashed his tail angerily. He hadn't considered that his father would ever come back. He always thought that his father was a coward who always ran away from his problems. Was he and his siblings one of Aloebite's problems? Probably. Why else would his father run away? Run away from them. For BloodClan sake, he didn't even know who his own mother was. She ran away as well, just like him. The apprentice-aged feline looked away from his father, trying to force down the anger roaring in his chest.
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★ ★ ★ -- Aloebite's arrival and voice was like soothing to the fem; a reminder that old friends could and would return. His scent washed over her when he rubbed his cheek against hers, and Taboa allowed herself to momentarily lax into the touch; something that she seldom rarely done with others. Such gestures of outward affection were saved for those especially close to her. Her kits, her deep friends, and once a long time ago, her mate. The latter was no more to her now. As dead mentally and physically to her as a doorknob. Well, perhaps he was still alive, but it mattered little to the fem.
She couldn't help but beam as the siamese mix spoke, pearly whites flashing with her open display of pleasure.
"Oh Aloebite, how I missed you." She purred. Her being was that of open affection and warm. It was so rare to see the calico like this, so strange for her. But with Aloebite, she seldom rarely cared who saw her like this. It was good to show joy with the arrival of friends, was it not? She had been so cold and detached and without close relationships for so long it seemed almost a relief to let go like this.
At the masculine's last statement, she let a smirk settle onto her features like a fine canvas. "Good on you, for leaving a gift behind for WindClan. I'll never understand why you went off to join those star-worshipping idiots. They weren't as cool as the cool kids, I bet." She referred to BloodClan with an air of humor, plumed tail flicking with utmost pleasure.
The news that he was staying was absolutely wonderful. Aloebite would be here with her, and he wasn't leaving. Her heart was this shy of bursting with light.
"You missed a lot, love. We should catch up."
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her warmth filled his heart as he drew back, her company to him wasn't cold like those of his other friends (and he didn't have many), she was filled with warmth from licking flames that caressed one's skin in the middle of leaf bare and like this fire she was dangerous. he knew such offers of admiration and open warmth from her was of rarity, he knew taboa, she was a woman as unpredictable and threatening as death itself; maybe that's why he liked her so much.
his maw curled into a smile once more, glad someone remember him and was happy to see him. in all honestly he wasn't sure if he'd be getting his head ripped off by returning or not. he supposed he left bloodclan AND windclan on good terms, ha!
"i've missed you too, taboa," he responded finally, spectacles of molten steel and liquidated stormy sky tracing her own amber blaze. and like taboa, he had grown cold for far too long with a lack of friends within windclan, why did he ever leave? even he didn't know. a laugh escaped his jaws, thick and heavy it was as that smile curled into a charmed grin. "indeed, love, they weren't as cool as you an i, us cool kids best stick together," he looked around, eyes tracing the streets where bloodclanners slunk from afar before retuning upon her as he stretched out. "i don't think i understand why i left either; wanted to see what else was outside of the city, i suppose. yes, lets catch up over dinner, or a spar- my moves are rusty and you better look into it that i'm better than i was before, mm?" he proposed with a lift of his brow, amused.
his jaws clenched as his ears angled upon a familiar voice that rung in the gladiator's torn ears like familiar fire. he eyed taboa for the draw of a breath as if conveying something, almost as if putting off looking at his son, his face finally switching towards the boy that faced him, anger and disbelief enchanting the tom's words. a brutal gaze looked his son up and down, features emotionless and as blank as ice though eyes stood in disbelief. this was his kid- it couldn't be, and yet he stood frozen in place. what was his name? diabolos. he was a bad partner to roison who he wondered if he still cared for and she the same, where was that lass? he had to talk to her. but even worse, he was an awful father and he couldn't change that. a part of aloebite didn't care, they' grown up hadn't they? yet, he had his morals and family was thicker than blood. always.
"you greet everyone like that, diabolos? or is just me ya' reserve that for because i'm delighted," his gaze finally crept upon the tom's eyes where a soft smile twitched upon his maw, eyes thick with grief, love? he wasn't sure what he felt. he was never emotionless. aloebite was always concocted with something.
"of course i came back. i had my reasons for doing so and you were one of them, i don't leave family behind for too long. none of us do. i'm back for good," he responded finally, his smile dropped though eyes were concerned and bewildered. they had grown so far apart, he didn't even know how to act.
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「 just pull the plug, yeah — I'VE HAD ENOUGH 」 His emotions were everywhere at the moment, exploding like fireworks as he stood there. Would his own father even have the courage to face him or would he pretend that the tabby cat hadn't even spoke? Would his siblings arrive to see that he was back? He forced himself to fix his father with a cold stare, unable to process most of this. It felt unreal, as if this wasn't really happening and just like Aloe, he wanted to delay this to a different date.
Ever since he was a kit in early age, he had wanted to meet his parents, being cared for by his fathers siblings. Heck, they were more like parents to him than Aloe would ever be. He remembered all the times he was sad and his siblings and aunts and uncles came to cheer him up. The memory warmed him like wildfire and most of the tension had left his body, but he still fixed his father with a cold stare. When his fathers eyes landed on him, he stiffened and felt like looking away, but he forced himself to stand his ground, lifting his head defiantly. Maybe he wasn't as tall as Aloe and barely at his fathers height, but he would do his best to seem tall. He felt a bit of intimidation but forced it down as he opened his mouth to respond to his father.
"Reserving it just for you." His voice held no warmth as he lashed his tail in annoyance. Did his father think it was a game? His tone seemed to be playful but his fathers eyes betrayed that. He could see a sense of love in his eyes and instantly felt a pang of guilt. Diabolos wasn't at all sure what he felt right now, he felt all over the place. Were they supposed to hug it out or something? Make it all better by a simple talk? He couldn't find room in his heart to forgive him at the moment but maybe somewhere down the line he would? He had so many questions yet so few answers that only the future would hold for him. He could see the love in his fathers eyes and became hesitant. Losing his sense of confidence, he allowed his eyes to be dragged down to the floor and eventually settle awkwardly on his own paws.
Diabolos wasn't sure how to feel at his last statement. A part of him felt touched with warmth but the other part felt nothing. Did he feel resentment for Aloe leaving? He did, but he also felt resentment because Aloe left the clan. To Diablo, leaving was the equivalent of betraying your clan. He wasn't sure how to feel, so he turned his back to Aloe and padded off without a word.
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