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POSTED ON: Aug 17, 2021 18:06:25 GMT 12
KING I'M IN THE BUSINESS OF MISERY [attr="class","bbt20"]He'd been away for too long this time. He could sense it as he moved through camp, the lack of greeting he received from Princess. Before stepping foot into the cave, he'd noticed the way Dodger barely looked at him. The way Prim cast a knowing smile in his direction. He could feel her pent up frustration wafting through the den. It was thick as mud, clouding the air with uneasiness. He was walking slower today, a wound that was less than a day old from a careless ShadowClanner across his shoulder. He dismissed Prim without letting her look. It didn't feel deep, he'd deal with it later. She had to be tended to first.
Were she any other, King would have told the entitled little piece of tail to shove off, maybe even pushed her into the brink down below and told her to cool down before coming back. But this she-cat... well she meant a bit more to him than that. And whether she was angry with him or not, he knew that it was only avoidable, not escapable. Eventually, he'd have to come home and face her. After all, she was his queen.
The massive tom made little effort to stop or greet anyone else as he moved through camp. He heard the soft pitter-patter of kitten's paws in the deeper parts of the cave. The echoing of vicious playful snarls of Onyx. But that wasn't where he was headed. Keeping his head held high, King pressed on, deeper still into the cave system. The roar of the water lapping against the rocks was drowned out here. Only the sound of breathing - if he strained his ears to listen - could be heard here.
At the deepest part of the cave system was a massive den made up of all kinds of pretty things. Things that had been collected and returned for her, things her little pet had brought for her from the two legs. It was illuminated by small cracks that reached up to the blue sky above. At night, if you laid in the right spot and looked up, you could see the stars. The rain was a small inconvenience, but due to the placement of these cracks, they settled most of the mossy nests in the far back corner. Away from the sky.
That was where the soft glow of white fur was when he entered. Clearing his throat, he noted how she didn't move to look at him. Despite the time of day and how bright it was outside, he knew better than to guess she was sleeping. He'd been away all night, returning from ThunderClan's territory, his pelt still coated with a thick layer of mud. She didn't stir, but he could tell in the darkness, watching the familiar rise and fall of her flanks that she was not asleep. While he couldn't see it in the darkness, he knew she was watching.
King made his way into the den, stopping in the sunspots to stretch out and roll lazily onto his back. He knew her well enough to know he needed to let the storm come before he'd be allowed to simply lean in for a greeting. "Mmm. Princess my love." He purred out lazily, stretching his paw outward toward her, despite her still being several fox lengths away thanks to the size of their den. "Tell me you're not too mad at me. I got stuck in the storm last night. I didn't mean to get home so late."
Purring more, he slowly twisted himself to look at her once more, meeting where he assumed her eyes would be. "Come say hello. Please? Be a good Princess, I've had a very long night." @princess
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Every King had his Queen; and this tale was no different. Her beloved often was away; traversing borders, peaking across clan territories, roaming the alleys; he was always out. And sure, she didn't mind - it was of course just part of his job. They all had jobs. But, she hated it when he was away for too long. Sometimes time would stretch on and on, and she would bubble with frustration and await his arrival. She would always be there, and perhaps he knew it too. Her frustration however was always, always subdued the moment he arrived. She struggled to remain upset with him. She simply loved him too much, too much to hold anger at him. [break][break]
The predominantly white molly lay still in the mossy bedding; a small trinket tucked under one paw. A small tag with inscriptions - a token from her former life. She had been wearing it the day she met him. Whatever it was, she always found that it brought her memories of their first encounter. A sunrise she could never, ever part with. It was a reminder of what she had left behind and how she began her life anew. In that instance, she would have never thought how much her life could change for the better. [break][break]
The familiar and assuring scent of her King lingered under her nostrils. He cleared his throat; almost to have grabbed her attention. But, Princess held her blue gaze firmly on the trinket, drawing a claw lightly across the inscriptions. She wanted to be angry at him - he had left her for too long. But, she eventually pealed her gaze off the trinket and into the spacious den; settling them upon the large, muscled body of her beloved. [break][break]
Princess remained quiet; watching him stretch out lazily and release a loud purr. She felt her chest flutter in excitement; feelings of emotion rushed through her mind. She had missed him. Their time apart always made her realize how much she cherished him, even if it was only for a day. She eventually released a defeated sigh and skipped across to her mate, shrugging off her frustration as she inhaled his scent. "I'm glad you're home now," she said as she rubbed up against him lovingly. [break][break]
She looked up and into her mate's eyes, relaxing her shoulders comfortably. He always made her feel at ease. However an unusual tang touched her nostrils, making her ears prick up slightly. The tang was distinctive, familiar.. She searched her mate protectively, then frowned slightly as she spotted the wound on his shoulder. "What happened, my love?" She knew that whoever left the wound was likely in worse shape. It was King - there was no tom stronger nor more capable than him.
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POSTED ON: Sept 15, 2021 7:56:59 GMT 12
KING I'M IN THE BUSINESS OF MISERY [attr="class","bbt20"]In truth, he'd expected the spoiled she-cat to be more stubborn in withholding her affections. He was thankful she was quick to relinquish her frosty gaze and sighed in content as he felt her smaller frame weave against his. Though the comfort was short lived as she scented the wound on his shoulder. It didn't hurt much, though he knew in the coming days he may be a bit sore. Chuckling, he shook his head and ran his tongue over her ear affectionately.
"Hmm. Nothing to worry about, I had a run in with a clanner while I was out." He said with a big of a shrug, not caring much for the state he was in. "What did you get up to while I was away? Didn't terrorize Prim too much, did you?" He teased, though leaned into her frame, gently nuzzling his nose into her shoulder where he stayed for a few long seconds. Drinking in her scent, intoxicated by her closeness. He loved her, as silly of a thought that had been to him in his early moons. Princess was the only cat he'd damn near anything for. Even Prim had her limits.
Sighing as he slowly pulled away once more, he looked around their small cave. It'd been so long since they'd had little paws filling this cave. He missed it. Copper... Copper's death had been tragic. Carefully, in almost a possessive way, the tom curled himself around his mate, before letting out a faint purr. "Care to keep me company tonight? I thought I'd go up to the farm to see what their chickens look like for winter. I can take Bathazar if you're not up for it." He added, almost teasing her as he felt confident she'd agree to accompany him out for the night. @princess
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POSTED ON: Sept 15, 2021 15:25:05 GMT 12
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She didn't like the idea of someone hurting her precious King. While he was tough, strong and superior to most that came up against him, she still feared that one sunrise, he may return home more wounded than can be healed. Perhaps it was a silly notion. Prim was after all a wonderful healer. She had done wonders before and would continue to do so. The Feral Fangs were exceptionally lucky to have her, really. [break][break]
King emitted a chuckle while he ran his tongue across her grey ears. He reassured her that it was nothing, although she knew he would likely ache tomorrow once the wound had a chance to settle. Still, she decided not to press him. He had been gone for so long; and right now, all she wanted was to spend time with the one she loved. [break][break]
Princess had recently realized how short time could be - how easily it could be ripped away from one without warning. Copper.. The tom's tabby pelt flashed through her mind. He was just like his father. Handsome, strong. She knew one day, their son would have turned heads. Just like King. But, the clanners took it away from her in a heartbeat. She had never felt true anger like the anger of having her only son ripped from her side. King changed that sunrise. Perhaps they all did. While Copper could never be replaced; she and King could always have more kits. The idea of kits filled her heart with delight. The thoughts drifted from her mind though as King spoke, wondering what she had been up to in his absence. [break][break]
The small, fluffy molly had drifted around the camp. She found life a little boring without King around. But, as usual; she tried to keep herself entertained by helping Prim tend to the duties of the camp, and collect flowers and herbs for her remedies. At one point in the sunrise, she even watched over Balthazar as he did a mock-battle with one of the younger cats in their tight-knit family. Prim was like a sister to her though; although she was King's actual sister, Princess had quickly become close with the feline. The two exchanged stories of King, and their selves. It was how Princess learned of the gang-leader's dark past. [break][break]
"Me? Terrorize? Oh, I'd never," she said, with a cheeky smile spreading across her features. Princess didn't really terrorize Prim, but she did seem to follow the she-cat everywhere. Especially if King was absent from the camp. "Just the usual," she said, "Helping Prim. And, I even watched Balthazar in a mock-battle too. It's so exciting to see the band grow," she said softly. She looked to King; her blue eyes had softened. He had created this wonderful band of cats. And for the first time ever, she finally felt as if she were home. The only thing missing were the little paw-steps of kittens. Alas, soon there may be some filling the den. [break][break]
Princess erected her ears with fascination as King offered to take her to the farms. She very rarely left the Feral Fangs base. It wasn't because she didn't want to - more like, she didn't want to go alone. If Prim, Balthazar, or King were with her, then she'd have no problem. King seemed to know her well though; teasing that she may not be up for it. The she-cat laughed and flicked at him cheekily with the end of her feathered tail. He was such a trickster. "Ohh, I'm up for it!" She meowed confidently, "I'll definitely join you. Sounds like it could be nice." [break][break]
More time with King, plus chickens? It sounded perfect.
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POSTED ON: Sept 22, 2021 11:36:06 GMT 12
0519 // @princess WITH EVERY BROKEN BONE I SWEAR I LIVED [attr="class","bandittable1"]The heavily scarred tom let his gaze linger on the figure of his mate for a few seconds longer than he should have, mind swirling with thoughts of just what he'd do for her. To keep her safe and happy and by his side. There were few things she could ask for that he wouldn't move the earth itself to try to uncover. King knew that she knew this too. Sighing contently as he leaned into her smaller frame, he protectively wrapped his tail around her, pulling her close. His nose buried into her shoulder, drinking in her scent and calming himself from the last few days. The clans were always there, a burning source of rage inside the tabby that he had nearly forgotten about. But the death of Copper only made that rage return, bubble over and spill out in heinous actions. King vowed that he'd protect Princess and their future kits with everything he had. He wouldn't see another kit suffer the same fate.
"Mmhm." He purred in response to her mocking tone. "You're a perfect goddess, how could I forget." Nuzzling her neck, he nipped lightly before slowly withdrawing from her. "I hope you've come to like it here." He said slowly, already knowing the answer. "I hadn't expected so long ago that you'd agree to my ridiculous request. I hope you know you mean more to me than that." His green eyes searched hers for just a moment before he entwined his tail with hers and led the way toward the entrance of their den. "Have you been interested in more training with Balthazar? I could have a word with him if you'd like?"
In truth, there had been... other intentions with his invitation that he extended toward his mate. He'd meant to ask her for awhile if she was open and ready to having more of his kits. The loss of Copper had hurt them both deeply and while he didn't necessarily want to rush her into having more kits, he saw their den as empty and quiet without their son. It felt incomplete. Leaning into her as they made their way through the tunnels, he called over his shoulder to Prim that they'd be back later, finally only entangling himself enough to climb the steep slope back up the side of the cliff, taking care to slow for her whenever he realized he had gone too quickly. He was bigger, after all and it was much easier for him to climb than her.
When they made it to the top, he sucked in the early fall air and sighed out contently. "Haha, come along slow poke." He tease as she made the top. He then started to lead the way toward the chicken coop, keeping his strides small enough that she'd have no problem walking beside him. The sun was nearing the horizon, the sky taking on rich red and oranges as it signaled the end of the day. "Would you care to share a chicken for dinner?" He asked, giving her a sideways smile. [googlefont="Oswald"][newclass=".bandittable1 i"]color:#887983;[/newclass][newclass=".bandittable1 b"]color:#8F5965;[/newclass]
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2021 11:36:29 GMT 12 by Deleted
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POSTED ON: Sept 22, 2021 21:10:23 GMT 12
King had his flaws. He had many. But, didn't everyone? She knew he was a bit brutish, and she knew he was charming and familiar with other she-cat's. It wounded her - like a physical cut across her chest. Every time he left their home, she felt it re-open. But she knew her mate well; despite his endeavors, she knew that she would always be the one. His one. These other she-cats were nothing but mere pawns to him; tools to get back at their mutual enemy. The goal was to grow their band. To do it, they needed more cats. The easiest way to do that...Was simple.
Even if she didn't exactly like the plan, she understood it and had begrudgingly gone along with it. If King were another, any other - she wouldn't have for a moment. He was easy enough to read, at least to her. He knew his intentions, his plans, and she trusted in that. She would always come above the others, and nothing would ever change that.
She exhaled happily, leaning into the tom's soft, warm body. He made her feel safe and comfortable, despite the lingering scent of blood under her nose. A smile crept across her maw as the tom claimed she was a perfect Goddess. She leaned into him further, drinking in his warmth. I love you more than words could ever say. But, of course; he knew this. The two shared a beautifully unique relationship. They were happy, content. Their love forever lasting. Sure, some could say it was unusual. But, to them - it was bliss, and nothing could ever be more magical.
"Like it here? Oh, I absolutely love it here," she said, almost breathlessly, "I have never felt more at home before than I do here." She felt a deep purr flow through her body as King began to explain that she meant more to him now, than a simple pawn. It was like he had read her mind. His request to bare him kits was what started their unusual journey. But, she had no regrets - none what so ever. It was what started the best story of her life.
"I know," she said as she gazed into the tom's eyes. Prim had told her about their past. Their mother had been a pawn; someone to birth kits for their father every 9 or so moons. Prim and King had observed the pain their mother went through; the strain of producing litter after litter. It took a toll on her body, as one would expect. Their father saw their kits as soldiers, soldiers for a war. It was no wonder he and Prim were rough around the edges. King had loved his moher though, or so Prim had said. It seemed to show based on his name; his name given by his mother. A secret name, she was told. Princess never asked what King's original name was. It didn't matter. The telling of their history had helped Princess understand why King was the way he was. He knew that she knew, but she never asked questions. But she would always listen if they ever wished to share.
The she-cat's gaze followed her giant tabby mate, watching him with admiration and love. She could just imagine the den full with a beautiful, healthy litter of dark brown tabbies - all as handsome as him. "I'd love that," she said, referring to Balthazar's training. "He is exceptionally skilled in battle," she said. Of course, he was nothing in comparison to King, but she also admired the Bengal's prowess and skill. He fought differently to King.
She continued to follow him with her gaze for a small while before eventually picking up her pace. He moved much faster than he; adept to the twisting turns and tunnels. He knew the route better; she, very rarely left the security of their base. She appreciated his kindness; he was kind, perhaps a rare trait for most to see. But, she saw it - frequently. Whenever she caught up to his step, she would gently lean into him, releasing a flurry of purrs.
"I'm just admiring the sights!" She claimed as she picked up her speed. Princess still wasn't used to an incredibly active life style. Although she tried, she was still a former kittypet. And this new journey gave her more exercise than she had ever had! She giggled as she reached the top.
She followed after the male, leaning gently into him as they walked. The closer they got, the stronger the smells of the farm got. There was a gentle linger of unique smells under her nose. Chickens, rye, carrots, and flowers, among others. It was beautiful, really. Peaceful. It felt like they were the only ones around. It was like they had the entire forest at their paws. "This is... Beautiful," she said, as she drank in the tranquility of the forest. She looked at the tom as he offered to share a chicken for dinner. She nodded happily. She didn't eat a lot when he wasn't around. She felt fixated too much on his return. She felt a pang of hunger in her stomach. She didn't realize how hungry she really was. "You know, I don't think I've really had chicken - not fresh, anyway," she said.
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