Bid My Blood to Run [Voltaire, Kimba, Sharven, Nez]

Voltaire snorted and stretched out, his hefty muscles rippling under his thick pelt. "More like rip a way through," the deputy mewed aggressively. He was fucking tired of the constant pressure on his brain, tired of the way it pushed away his own control, pushed him towards things he didn't want. Ya, he was really tired of it. And Sharven was right. He could feel that obnoxious control fading, getting weaker every day. And that spelled the soon and gory end of Deathwish. He'll get his wish alright.

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Unlike the others, Kimba had more control of himself. Maybe it was because he wasn't as higher up in ranking and more . . . in Deathwish's perspective - fun to control. But that tom, hypnotising all the high positions - he couldn't have kept it up for much longer. "I can feel myself again. Mostly, Deathwish lets me do whatever I'd like, as long as it doesn't go against him in any sort of way." The lilac abyssian kept his thoughts about Nez to himself, not daring to say anything aloud other than a mere, formal mew. "Where is Nebuchadnezzar?"

"You rang?" Nebuchadnezzar meowed in greeting as he sauntered up to the group.

The plush chocolate tom looked around, his golden eyes realizing that he needed to be a little more formal in his approach. This was a serious matter, an he should take it as such.

Having caught the last bit of Kimba's reply, he figured out what the meeting was for and replied, "I don't know if he cared about the Cave Warden's as much, but I haven't felt him in my head for days. Maybe he is getting lazy. What should we do? Jump him in his sleep?"

It was mostly a joke, but the idea had merit.

"Lure him with a she-cat to a battle with us?"

He was no good with ideas, it seemed.

His tail lashing the air violently, Voltaire let out a violent snarl of agreement with the other toms. "Whatever we do, he better be a fountain by the end, spouting a red sort of water."

Shaking himself out as he listened to Neb's suggestions, the bulky brown tom frowned. "He doesn't sniff after she-cats like some. It won't work, I don't think; he'd get suspicious. An ambush would work, though. Why not claim some cats are trespassing - the Elite, maybe - and we need him to justify the attack, as the leader?" Frustrated, also not the best maker of plans, Voltaire added, "We need to blind him immediately, though. That's how he uses his damn ability, with his eyes."

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Kimba nodded in agreement. "Deathwish isn't the type of cat who'd fall for a she-cat. And besides - no she-cat would want to get close to him. Maybe one of the shyer cats. Like Flight." His ice blue eyes gleamed. It'd be a dream if she would do that - break the heart of sweet Nez and maybe, just maybe he'd win him over. "Nez - this could be a chance for her to prove her usefulness. And maybe she'll be good enough to be the mate of ya."

The lilac tom tried to act normal around the chocolate male. It was pretty hard not to feel giddy when you're around your crush. But anyhow, the tom went on. "Voltaire is right. His source of power is his eyes. If someone could just target the eyes . . . a quick and unexpected attempt. Of course, I wouldn't mind doing so myself, but Deathwish is probably going to expect us to do something like this. Or maybe he thinks his powers over us is still strong." Kimba shrugged. He liked thinking of Deathwish as one of those annoying she-cats. An annoying yet highly dangerous one that he'd love to see being hanged from a tree.

"He's not controlling us for now. We don't have much time to think of a plan. Look at Pluxiria - he tried resisting and he just driven himself mad and committed suicide. I don't think it's a good idea to resist - just allow yourself to be controlled so you'll have more of yourself later when we defeat him." The tom scraped his claws against the stones. "Hey maybe we should do a bit of acting. Ya know, make him think that we are getting weaker but we still have our own minds and keeping our strength. I don't really know how it's going to benefit us, though."

[fancypost borderwidth=0; border-top: 2px solid #7D3369; border-bottom: 4px dotted #7D3369][font=helvetica]Nebuchadnezzar shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Flight's name. His stomach filled with tiny butterflies, but what Kimba was suggesting was horrible. There had to be another way... a way that would keep her out of danger, or that would keep her from being in this plan at all.

He replied with a simple, "Could work," and waited for someone else to speak.[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; border-top: 2px solid #7D3369; border-bottom: 4px dotted #7D3369][font=helvetica]Nez shrugged, uncomfortable with the idea of involving Flight. "She if full of bloodlust. She xould do it." [/fancypost]