Demented stalked silently across the black asphalt.
His eyes cold and clear, he had that craving in his large
paws. The longing to kill. His muscular body rippled
under his thick white pelt, a creepy grin stretched upon
his face. He gazed ahead of him, not really caring where
his paws lead him. The dim street lights made his fur look
a sickly yellow, making his way through the shadowy
neighborhood.
The two leggeds. Such stupid, wasteful creatures. Sometimes, on nights like this, the massive feline would stroll from the Bright forest to the world of concrete, were the bobcat would wreak havoc and create chaos. Cats fell beneath his claws, humans fled from his bared fangs, and dogs backed off at the ready challenge he proved to be. Yes, Brokencyde had long ago lost his fear, as well as his humanity.
At the moment the lare, tailless tom was perched gracefully on the branch of a tree, watching tha cars go by, eyes open for anyone else. And whats this? A white tom with eyes that sought violance? The fur along Brokencydes back bristled in excitement as claws came out to sink in to the branch he was perched on. He could drop down on it now and kill him...but that would be a waste, no? Instead he let an ear splitting hiss leave his parted jaws, commanding attention. "Would you like something to sink your claws into, brother? he drew out the last word as he stood, multi colored eyes pinning on the smaller tom below, the softest hint of a russian accent playing on his lips.
Demented drew his tongue over his muzzle,
tuning his head to look at the tom above him.
He remained quiet for a moment, as if he was
in a trance, or deep in thought. "Suppose I do?"
He spoke coolly, although his voice sounded as
if he hadn't dared speak in all his life. "-And I
have no brothers." He hissed, "-Unless you
count the deceased?"
[size=1]A toothy grin came from the bobcats muzzle as he found he'd pricked the other cats curiosity. Dark eyes glinted dangerously at the smaller feline below, but he held himself steady- this cat might be of some use. Brotherhood is something no one has control over male, and the fact that we are born with the taste of blood sharp in our minds is no coincidence." commented the cat as, in a single, graceful leap, he landed about 5 feet from the other cat, eyes pinned on him. "I've created a place where cats like us can take as much as they want- where bloodshed is encouraged and enjoyed." he paused, allowing his mind to momentarily carry itself to his Clans Camp, where males rules supreme, asserting their dominance over not just one another, but the wenches who served as their slaves."You could always stake a claim there, where there is always fresh meat to torment.
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Demented smirked, his thin sharp claws scratching
against the street. "So you say? Where is this place you speak of?"
He questioned, his silvery colored eyes reflecting the light. "I've never
been much of a forest cat." His thick fur ruffled against the winter
breeze, but he paid it no attention. Demented stood, his pose slightly
threatening, but sat again with a sigh. He began to groom his paws,
stained black from the asphalt.
[size=1]" Not many are [/size][size=0.7em]forest cats." he said with a tone that one might mistake as disapointed. "But I have [/size][size=0.7em]found ways around that. he said, a triumphant look crossing the bobcats [/size][size=0.7em]features. "We stay in the Bright [/size][size=0.7em]forest- just out side o[/size][size=0.7em]f the city. There's an abandoned two leg nest that I have based the camp around, so theres no sleeping outdoors in the rain or heat. The slaves handle the gathering o[/size][size=0.7em]f [/size][size=0.7em]food and the entertainment o[/size][size=0.7em]f males. We are Kings you see, who do only what we wish to. So long as your willing to de[/size][size=0.7em]fend the Clan, what you do is mostly up to you."[/size]
His tail twitched in curiosity. The bobcat's words had
sparked his interest."Sounds interesting enough."
Demented stood again, "I think I'd very much like to join
this clan? Yes, very much indeed." He'd never heard of
such a clan before, one filled with toms like himself. "-And
the name of this... group?"
A slender but well fed kittypet stood at a safe distance away from the two in a bush. She had been enjoying a night out in her own blissful ignorance as she decided to go down the darkest looking road. She was new around the place, and was out on a stroll to learn about the city. But she found herself shivering like a coward in her hide out. She only hoped that her collar would stay silent as she shifted about, trying her best to avoid the occasional very quiet clanking of the metal. She seemed to have heard enough, but wanted them to leave before she took off in her own mad dash for home. She may have been fed well, but lacked so much physical strength.
Posting on my main account, Henna looks like the orange cat in the picture