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MALACHAI MALEDICTI

STATUS; BHR - AGE; 1 year - DIFFICULTY; Hard - LOCATION; Hunting

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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"Careful! he snapped, the growl coming back to his voice for a moment before vanishing. There was no way he could get the she-cat and the lamb carcass home if she fell and hurt herself, and he hadn't exactly decided just which one he'd be leaving behind if it did happen- Pardus might be tolerable after all, but Malachai was a tough nut to crack, and he didn't open up easy.

"We're going to have our work cut out for us bringing it back. It's a good thing we're just outside the city." commented the male as he sniffed at the still warm flesh of the broken body laying at his feet. "Should we eat before going?"

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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Ears twitched slightly as Homecomingqueen spoke, and Malachai found himself nodding in agreement. Though he loved the group he'd been born to, he wasn't to proud to admit that it needed some serious work. Planning a raid on a clan like Riverclan would be nothing but trouble in their current state, and as much as he was loathe to admit it, Malachai was certain they'd be on the losing end of such a fight. "If Tidalclans still recovering we might be able to do a bit more damage than taking a few kits." suggested the tom, tail flicking as he took a seat. " If it's planned right we could practically diminish their forces at the same time. Even if the BHR are a bit short-handed right now, our group is at full strength where there's isn't. We could devastate them if we tried."

Blue eyes shifted among the cats until they rested on the bearded vulture among them, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Baluar, you'd be perfect for getting the kits out- nobody would be able to stop you if you snatched one up and took off- hell you could probably snag half a litter." commented the male as he regarded the birds talons and the large grip he had.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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"You're everywhere lately, Malachai,"

The words bit through the silence, sharp int he otherwise still air. Turning to look over his shoulder he found it was none other than Pardus- but hadn't he known that already? He'd been running into her all over the place, which at the very least proved she was keeping up with the anti-clan, which was more than what he could say for the other half of the group, who was either disappearing or lazing about.

"I could say the same of you." he replied in what was the closest thing to a joking l tone as he could muster, having no need to remain formal around the she-cat. There was something about her that- despite all her stubbornness and unpredictability- he didn't feel the need to guard himself from. 'Besides. why would I care what she thinks of me?' he thought inwardly. She was nobody important, not even a friend really, though she was likely the closest thing he had to one. It wasn't like it was with the other cats, who he could hardly stand or was constantly trying to prove himself to. She was just, Pardus.

"I suppose something's wrong. After all, I only come up here when something's bothering me."

Blue eyes narrowed on her for a moment, wondering if it was even worth bringing up- after all, it was no secret that he felt the group was seriously lagging lately, that he detested most of the cats that came welcomed into the territory with open paws. She was right though, it was weighing down on him more than usual, and it probably wasn't helping to bottle it up. With a nearly inaudible sigh he turned back to the view, not really caring if she wandered over and joined him.

"I'm just anxious I guess." he admitted after a moment, though the flicking of his tail suggested he was irritated to have done so. Still, he continued. "A huge part of me just knows Church is going to lead us in the right direction, but it just feels like we've been sitting idle for so long..."

He knew there were plans for raids int eh making- hell, he was a part of them- but compared to so many other groups and clans, The Blackheart Rogues were still lacking in so many areas.

"What about you?" he asked suddenly, half trying to change the subject and half curious. "You just said you come up here when you feel bad, right? What's eating you?"

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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He fed in silence, enjoying for once the company of another. Normally was so stiff and guarded around others he didn't get to properly enjoy himself during times like this, and yet he didn't feel that particular need with Pardus right now- sure, she wasn't someone he was just going to trust, but she was an interesting way to pass time, at the very least.

After a few more mouthfuls of the tangy meat he finally found himself satisfied enough to make the trip home. Sitting up to let Pardus finish up, he began to gingerly groom himself, tongue swiping across his paw as he washed his bloody lips. "Not bad.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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"I think so." he admitted, though he suspected their feelings weren't [i[identical[/i], only similar. Malachai has spent his entire life in the background of other cats lives, some shadow that existed but was never truly acknowledged. It had carved out and left an emptiness inside him, a hollowness that ached from time to time, though he never could recognize the trigger. It left him feeling like he was falling sometimes, completely out of control and unable to do anything about it. And if you knew Malachai then you knew he hated not being in control.

And then he spotted another figure approaching, a tuxedo form he had long since learned to recognize. Snowwhite.

"Malachai, right?

He nodded, sitting up so he could turn and watch the pair properly. He had long since noticed Pardus favored this feline, often sitting with her or chatting with her during meetings. She had even come to her aide when the Darkclanner and her idiot friend had intruded, and the two shared a level of casualty and comfort that Malachai himself could never exhibit in front of another.

"Congrats on the promotion. I saw your kill during the tryouts, you were impressive." called the male, voice level but stiff, the casualty gone from it. He hadn't expected Addy to choose her, but he was interested to see what she would make of the chance she'd been given- after all, she was in training to protect the leader, and that wasn't a job that one should take lightly.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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He fed in silence, enjoying for once the company of another. Normally was so stiff and guarded around others he didn't get to properly enjoy himself during times like this, and yet he didn't feel that particular need with Pardus right now- sure, she wasn't someone he was just going to trust, but she was an interesting way to pass time, at the very least.

After a few more mouthfuls of the tangy meat he finally found himself satisfied enough to make the trip home. Sitting up to let Pardus finish up, he began to gingerly groom himself, tongue swiping across his paw as he washed his bloody lips. "Not bad.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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"Do you think we should talk to Church or somebody about this? We could host entire feasts if we got more of the clan involved. Could run full adults off the edge as long as we had the numbers." he suggested coolly, though a great part of him was anxious about bringing it up at all. What if it was overlooked or underestimated, just like he had been? Though he knew the technique was a good one, would his clan ever implement it?

With a shake of his skull he tried to chase the thoughts away, turning instead to the body at their feet. "You want heads or tails?" he asked, gesturing to the body. They were going to have to work together to get this thing home.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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Addys attack was all the confirmation he needed. With astounding speed he hurled himself at Rubypaw, looking to use his superior size over her and knock her to the ground. She was nothing more than an apprentice, he a full Blackheart, and he had no qualms in crushing that weak little chest plate of hers if it meant getting the message out. There was no holding back now. With a furious yowl massive claws flashed at the females face, looking to rake deeply across her eyes and snout. He'd rip her eyes out if he got the chance.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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So, it was decided. Though his unreadable expression never changed, the young tom was prickling with anticipation. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Malachai couldn't help but see the resemblance between it and his anti-clan, the group he'd been born into and that meant so much to him. For The Blackheart Rogues to be a name others knew again was all he wanted, for it to mean something.

Nodding to Church to show he understood his Leader, the gray splattered tom let his mind wander. Who would show up for this raid? Who would succeed?

Without realizing it, massive claws began to knead and tear at the ground underfoot, mind racing a mile a minute. Baluar would be great for his given purpose, but he was far to large to fit into the nursery on his own. He would either have to pick kits off int he open, or have somebody chase them out into the open. Malachai himself would only be able to carry a single kit, and that's if he wasn't confronted before escaping. Perhaps then, his efforts would be better spent making sure Baluar was given the best opportunities possible. Yes, he'd speak tot he bird after all this.

OOC;Morpheus, would you be up for a little partner plotting with Malachai for the raid? I'd love to get a thread between him and Baluar if so. I think they could make a really effect duo for this xD

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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Watching the two of them, the way they joked and interacted, it left the gray tom with a sick feeling in his gut. All too quickly he felt parched and unsettled, like he was interrupting something that he couldn't possibly understand. It made him want to shift and crack under the pressure, but like any other time he steeled himself against it, and nobody who looked at him would no that he was any different than usual.

Wearing a well disguised mask was perhaps his greatest accomplishment to date.

He knew he was good at it, that hiding his emotions was the one thing he truly had perfected- how could he not, when that cold numbness had always been there? Even as a child he hadn't been right, hadn't been normal, and not even his own nurse mother had kept him past his weaning age. By the time he was 7 weeks old he'd been on his own, and he'd had to learn to grow up sooner than anyone should. Though it had given him great advantages, it had also damaged him- on the inside.

"Purdy; it sounds like an old persons name." he commented with a dry laugh, tail curling slightly at the end in amusement. "Who knows, maybe it'll stick." he commented slyly toward the dark tabby, though he knew he would never call her by it- he wasn't much one for nicknames.

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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Malachai was on edge, but in the best way possible. With the plans of the Kit Raid all but put into motion, it was hard not to notice the unusual spark of liveliness that was usually vacant from his indifferent features. For once in a long time, the male was excited. And, perhaps prompted by that very excitement itself, he had lingered when the meeting was called to a close, piercing blue eyes seeking out the only creature he had an interest in at this point; Baluar. In complete honesty Malachai had never seen, let alone met, a vulture before, and yet he could see already the immense usefulness the bird would be to them in the future- assuming he stuck around that long. With a pair of massive claws and a nearly 10 foot wingspan, there was a lot that could be accomplished if they played their cards right.

Which was exactly why Malachai was still lingering int he first place- after all, one didn't just rush in blindly and assume they'd get out with all the spoils. It took planning.

"Hey Baluar, you got a minute?" called the tom, who wasn't sure just what his schedule was like- maybe he had a patrol to get to?

Lean, well muscled body shifted before he stood, paws carrying him soundlessly over to where the avian was perched. He doubted anyone else would be coming to the feathered Blackheart with an offer like this, and so it would really depend on just how the bird liked to work- alone Malachai was sure they'd do damage to Tidalclan, but together perhaps they could do a little more...

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And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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"Oh know, whatever shall we do without her?" contributed the tom softly, making sure to keep his voice flat and emotionless, the tone of someone who was purposefully sounding as if they didn't care; sarcasm. With a flick of his tail and the shadows of a smirk touching his lips, the tom let another snide but playful comment slip his lips, careful not to let his guard down. "Carefully, wouldn't want to fall from here."

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And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
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With a nod the tom stepped around to the animals hindquarters, teeth sinking into a leg tightly as he fastened his grip. Eyes shifted to see if Pardus had secured her own grip on the animal.

OOC- Muse is dead right now lol. Do you want them have some trouble on the way back with a predator? Or dd you maybe want to start a new thread with them bringing it back to Camp to share with everyone? Am open to ideas!

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The border that marked Bloodclan territory was not a pretty one. Bones with rotting scraps of muscle and sinew were scattered about, jagged ivory sticking out of the sand like narrow shark fins. Here and there he'd find the half buried scraps of some cats body that had yet to be picked clean by the deserts many scavengers, but it was clear was this was; a boneyard, a message. And it read quite clearly 'keep out!'. It was a strong message no doubt, direct and chilling if one was not ready for it, but Carnalstrike was hardly dissuaded. No, this was exactly what he'd been expecting when he'd first set out for this place, and the death that clung and lingered here was only confirmation of what he'd been hoping for all along. Somewhere beyond this point, perhaps just over the next sand dune, was his last chance. And like the desperate tom he was, he'd claw and rip at it until he had it in his grasp.

With a smooth, powerful stride Carnalstrike walked along the border, massive paws lazily swatting aside clusters of bone that sat in his way. Though it was remarkably hot the male seemed unphased by the beaming sun overhead, and continued on in general silence, the wind blowing over the shifting sands the only noise to be heard. He was disciplined enough to refrain from crossing the scent-markers, but his patience would only last so long- if someone didn't come soon, he would cross to seek them out. 'It won't be long now." he coaxed himself inwardly, thoughts dark and flustered. What would become of him now?

OOC; Looking for an HP that can accept him.

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I am looking for some cats that would be interested in joining or helping me organize 'The Slave Games', which will basically be the unofficial name of their little 'event'. It's still a work in progress and I'm open to suggestions, but this is the basis of things;

Basically my tom is looking for cats- toms and females alike- who would be interested in capturing/taking slaves with the intent to train and compete them in various competitions (racing, fighting, tracking, hunting, swimming, etc). The more a slave wins or the better they are at something, the more valuable and desirable they become. Breed your slave with another high ranking slave, and make a fortune selling the kits! Weather you want to collect the best, crave the life of a master dominating his slaves, or simply have a gambling problem, you'll want to join in on this ! Bet FK, kits, slaves, breeding rights, and more!

If this is something you'd be interested in, simply post below with your cats bio. They may come from any clan/group/place, and have as many slaves as they want, but you only RP one of them (so you can't RP your Master plus 4 of his slaves, they would have to be RP'd by someone else). I will add them to the group, which will be known as The Blacklist, and after we have at least 5 members I will start an RP thread for them. Apprentices are welcome to join in, and he will be looking for a 'Sub-Leader' to help him out with things who will be chosen IC. So, without further wait, let the games begin!

THE BLACKLIST

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