where have you been? [ private, sentimentality. ]

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    Out of all the things in the room, the flying eagle entranced her. Looking up, the eagle was even more magnificent on the roof than when it flew across the room in a lazy loop. Beckend spent most of her time in this beautiful room, for it was the only room that has beautiful things within. The Parlor Room and Mess Hall were all filled with decaying bodies and the rooms constantly reeked of death. It reminded the depressed she-cat that Capone was dead and never coming back. The thought made tiny tears appear on the corners of her sunken green eyes, once vibrant and filled with life.


    The depression was slowly eating her soul away, bit by bit. Only getting worse and worse, Beckend was sinking further and further. Soon, there would be no way out. Death would be the next option. At least Beckend would be next to Capone, up there in the night sky. Life would be easier if she was dead. That's when it dawned on her, while looking up at the eagle. Why not kill herself right now? She just needed something... but what? Beckend, although the thought of death sent a shiver of anticipation through her malnourished body, she was too scared to kill herself. Beckend, knowing her cowardly self, wouldn't do it on her own. But, if another cat did it for her, Beckend wouldn't be so scared to die.


    Footsteps echoed outside the room. Dull eyes snapped in the direction of the door, excitement flooding her heart. The gods were agreeing with her plan, it seemed. They sent a cat to do the one job Beckend was afraid to do; kill.

    [justify]Of course, Valachi had no idea what he was letting himself into when he padded through the door. The first thing that caught his attention was the scent of another cat, and the tom made his way towards the scent, his blind blue eyes useless but still gleaming. "Hello," he greeted politely, unable to recognise the she-cat's individual scent. "I'm Valchi. You are?" Conversation starters were all the same, and he found it rather tedious to go through the same things over and over again. But maybe this particular cat would have something interesting about her. Something different.


    Since the death of his half-sister, Valachi hadn't actually changed a huge amount. There was the sadness that was to be expected, but the flame point didn't find himself depressed or anything similar. He and Capone hadn't been incredibly close, but then again it had never seemed as though Capone was close to anyone. She had only had followers, but Valachi didn't dislike her for the things she had done, although he never would have done the same.


    OOC: Sorry for the late and fairly short reply; I've been busy :][/justify]