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    ♛ -- sheogorath -- tags -- ♛

    There were a few things he remembered before falling asleep. The first was his promotion during the meeting, the title of deputy washing across his whiskers once more. Soon, he would be leader for the third time, a Gentleman Tyrant leading over BloodClan as its rightful lord. He also remembered his excitement, his gleeful, giddy expression. He remembered curling up into his warm nest to shave off the cold, eager to begin a new day. He remembered struggling to sleep, until finally, darkness enveloped him.


    When he woke, he wasn't in the midst of his room in the blood house. The landscape around him was twisted, dark and misty, rotted and humid. A dark forest shrouded in shadow stretched out before him beneath a moonless and starless sky, gnarled and twisted trees forming monstrous figurines in the black. Though it had been quite some time since the former king had visited, he knew exactly where he was. The Dark Forest, the enemy of StarClan, the home of the cruel souls rejected from the light. A shadowy form slipped through the tree trunks ahead of him, a black feline drifting into view with tendrils of shadow clinging to his ebony pelt.


    "Lord Sheogorath." The voice was raspy, a whisper from the obsidian feline. Sheogorath felt his chest swell with the title. He hadn't been referred to with such respect in years. "That is who you are, isn't it?" The stranger questioned smoothly. Sheogorath's teeth flashed with a devious smile.


    "That's me! King of Rats! Prince of Madness!" The powerful tabby responded brightly, curiosity shining amidst boiling gold eyes.


    "Yesssss. Look at you. Climbing the ranks once more like the king that you are. Do you know why Caledon chose you as his deputy?" The black tom inquired smoothly, taking a step closer.


    "Because I'm best fer the job? I am, after all, no mere mortal!"


    "Indeed. If anything, you are a God. You died once, and returned to life. You are above mortal-kind. You are a champion, a paragon. But that's not why Caledon chose you as his deputy. He chose you...because we chose you. Our champion." The words of the other tom filtered into Sheogorath's tattered ears and he wondered if it was true or not. Was this cat trying to manipulate him? "We can offer you power. Serve us as our champion, BloodClan's patron, spread our name, our lies, our truths, and we will reward you greatly." The whispering words fell past scarred jaws.


    "A champion, eh? Heh, well that sounds fun! But what rewards are we talkin' about here?" Sheogorath inquired curiously, interested.


    "Nine lives. Powers. A promise that you will sit upon the throne once more, if you so desire." The black tom answered smoothly. Sheogorath's eyes brightened, ignited with hellfire. Nine lives! He'd really be a god, then. No mortal would be able to touch him!


    "I will be yer champion, lad, so long as you keep yer end of the bargain!" Sheogorath finally responded.


    "Exxxxxcellent." The ebony feline drawled with pleasure. "Prepare yourself, Lord Sheogorath. Your time to rise has come again."


    Lids parted to reveal fiery depths as Sheogorath arose from his slumber, lifting his head from his nest. I am Lord Sheogorath, the former king, soon to be lord thought proudly to himself. And I serve The Dark Forest.

    Severa

    I'm a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.


    She allowed her limbs to propel her forward, following the scent hitting the roof of her mouth. It was the first smell she had encountered here, and it was easy to pick up as she moved through the Bloodhouse. And then, the scent intensified and she looked up—Sheogorath’s nest.


    Perfect.


    The tom was rousing from his sleep, and the dilute torbie thought she saw something familiar in the scorching gaze that burned in his eyes. Or, perhaps she was reading too much into it, hoping to find some piece of familial similarity. She craved the kinship that had been violently stolen from her moons ago.


    “Mornin’ Cuz,” she purred, sitting down a tail length away. She had worked hard to clean all traces of blood from her maw and claw-tips, but knew the scent lingered about fur. She did not think he would judge her for that, however.



    “I didn’t get a chance at the meeting—congratulations on making Deputy, though I hear this isn’t the first time?” she winked.


    Cruelty is the gift we give ourselves.

    feminine ✦ six moons✦ traditional bloodclan ✦ single

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    When the powerful, muscle wrapped figurine lifted his broad skull, he thought he could see the black cat's shadowy presence nearby, lingering, hovering in the darkness of the early grey morning. But then it was gone with a swipe of a paw, the entity fading into oblivion with a giddy hiss of excitement.


    Sheogorath stared at the corner he thought he had seen a twin pair of glowing orange eyes in for a moment before approaching paw steps snagged his attention. Severa, his cousin, slipped into the room, floorboards creaking beneath her feline weight. Something was strange about the encounter, something was off.


    He was looking at her, he knew, his blistering optics focused upon his family member, but it was different this time. It was as if he was staring through her, not just at her exterior, but into her very soul. He could sense her emotions, guess at her thoughts in ways he never could have before. He was staring at her in a way no other cat could, reading her with a studious mind he hadn't possessed just a night prior. Was this one of the powers the Dark Forest had promised him? The ability to sense the feelings of others?


    Sheogorath realized, of course, that he was staring quite intensely, and averted his blistering gaze for a moment with a fiery blink. No doubt she had noticed. Her words filtered into his tattered ears and he felt a devious grin spread the features of his scarred face, a low chuckle falling past a barbed tongue, slithering between jagged rows of sharp teeth.


    "My second time as deputy." The powerful feline confirmed with a twitch of his thickly furred tail tip. "My third time as leader, if I make it there." Of course, he would. Sheogorath had no intentions of stepping down or dying unless he absolutely had to. He was a Lord, a God, a Sinner's Saint. Above mortal kind. He would be leader just as he was meant to be. That was his purpose.


    ✦ ✧ ✦ "Third time's a charm?" The silky voice of Waspwing echoed as she approached, stretching along the way before she made it over to Severa and Sheogorath. Sheo...his second time to hold the deputy position, the third time he would be crowned king once Caledon...yeah, she didn't want to think like that. Caledon wasn't that old and neither was she! Yellow eyes flickering between the two, she bent her head in greeting before turning her attention back to Sheogorath. Geez, she felt old just standing next to him. She was barely 31 moons old and already felt like she had tripled her age in the last few weeks.


    "Don't give Cal a hard time, alright?" Waspwing purred jokingly, tail twitching as she tok a seat by the new deputy and her clanmate. The wood underneath her squeaked in protest as her weight spread evenly across it, tail sweeping to cover her paws quickly.

    sheogorath. Was a maddened hunger, feasting upon his own ambition. It was obvious why Caledon chose him as Deputy, it was an easy choice. If it was one thing that kept Sheo in his ranks, it was purpose. Healer, was not his purpose. Perhaps leadership was written in his destiny. Which was a golden line drawn between the two as difference. Caledon hadn’t any reasons to be who he wanted to be. In no way could he be a saint, but in all ways he would be the physical embodiment of sin. A martinet, a legend, a killer. Never had he scene himself as a god, only as a king of sacrilegious darkness. Death in the form of felidae. A horror, that noone should feel ashamed to fear. The construction of destruction was his goal. Caledon wasn’t a lunatic, in fact, he was eerily sane. It was one thing to claim madness before doing something horrible, it was another to claim sanity. Complexity was his favorite characteristic. He didn’t seek the comfort of his earthly position, which was why he stepped down long ago. Losing children had shifted him into a darker state of mind, but not yet madness.


    The poisonous fumes of the vehicles below plagues his nostrils from the railing he perched from above. Muscular pillars holding his frame steady and ivory blades anchored him to the viny metal of his deck. Soft voices muffled by the separation of wood tugged gently at his attention from NPC’s wrestling below. Hunger driving nails into his stomach, the pale tom slipped down to the shingles of the roof that encased his camp. The voices coming into the clear. ‘’my third time..’ ‘leader’ ‘make it there’ ‘third times a charm’ Sheogorath’s voice and Waspwing’s falling behind it. ‘give cal’ ‘time’ Wrinkling his brows in confusion, the lithe tattered monster slunk down to the next railing, twisted upon his hind-leg before gracefully landing with the weight of a feather upon the creaky boards, yet they still called out in alarm to his massive size. "Sheo. particularly cheerful today I see. " raucous yet gentle was his tone, his movement sweeping forth a gust of chilly wind behind him. "maybe we should have a little ‘deputy’ celebration of our own. " he suggested slowly. "add some teeth to our collars" he chuckled slowly, cobalt orbs flicking up toward his mate.

    CALEDON'S STATS.

    — SLEEP IN PEACE WHEN DAY IS DONE


    Alizarin sat a little ways away from the crowd, watching the scene with interest in their coppery eyes. Having been picked up by the healer less than two nights ago, the lilac feline was mobile but still poorly. But, recovering as they were, it was hard for the white-marked cat to sit still in their isolated room. So they explored, if only at a distance. They only knew Waspwing out of the group that had gathered, had met Caledon exactly once (she thought, she had been nigh delirious at the time they'd met), and did not recognise the other two strangers. Stars above, was everyone in this Clan huge? Rin recognised that they were short, especially for a cat that was almost fully grown, but the size of the brown tabby brute was borderline ridiculous.


    But, until they were called or brought forward into the conversation, the recovering feline would stick to the shadows and merely observe.


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    Severa

    I'm a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.



    Something was… off about her cousin, and Severa had no idea what. Their eyes connected as she neared, but the intensity of the gaze—it wasn’t an expression she had seen on the massive tom’s face before. It felt more invasive than normal, a searching, reading gaze that laid bare more than she’d ever experience.


    And then he dropped his eyes, and the chuckle in his throat made her wonder if it’d been anything to do with her at all, and not the half-remembered mirage of a dream still clinging to his eyes. She sometimes felt her nights followed her into the thoughts of day if she wasn’t careful.


    “With that much experience, I’m sure you will,” she agreed, ears angling to the sound of paws across the wood. She turned to glance at the new arrival and mimicked the dipped nod of greeting.


    And then Caledon was there, and Severa sat a little straighter.


    Cruelty is the gift we give ourselves.

    feminine ✦ six moons✦ traditional bloodclan ✦ single