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[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

He was in a seriously pissy mood. Seriously. It wasn't even the attractive frustration of watching a male get worked up over a female; no, it was a bad, bad, bad mood. Now, he wasn't sulking, or even thinking too much on a certain female leopard, but his mind was going in circles -- probably from having too much time on his paws and little to do. There was no point in talking to Ripshank anymore; the brute had completely and utterly slid into insanity, and he clung all night and day to his new goddamn queen. A snarl, a rippling motion of fangs, of teeth, of flesh curling over ivory knives and Kotori's tail lashed. He hadn't been able to find anything out about the two, couldn't even understand the disgust that seemed to lay between their paws. And yet, and yet -- they matched, for certain. Both of their wings had been ripped off, and it wasn't Miyu's acceptance of the matter that really nagged at Kotori's constantly thinking mind. No, he had long ago agreed that a woman's mind didn't run on logical terms, and that, though her own freedom had been stunted by the male who now owned her, she didn't seem to despise him.

Quite the opposite. She seemed to be inexplicably drawn toward him now -- and it sickened Kotori watching it, dubbed Number Three for his smart-ass mouth. Well, what did he expect? Good terms? Pah. He knew exactly what he was getting into the moment he had crossed into Traitor land, and unfortunately for him, the game had gotten boring. Everyone worked in a strange pattern that was either too easy to discern or made no sense to him. Ripshank. There was something odd about him, and not just the lingering hatred of a past wrong. It was easy to see that. No, there was something else and it was that exact else that had Kotori trailing the stupid brute, though his wanderings didn't bring up anything useful and only further bored the poor snow leopard to death. Talk about one of the most uninteresting cats to ever walk the earth. Nothing and Kotori was certain there was nothing going through the tiger's head except for the inexplicable chant of kill, kill, kill! Amusing, for perhaps the first five seconds of meeting him, then Ripshank's other, duller qualities came to light.

But that wasn't the reason he was in a pissy mood, though for certain the fact that he hadn't been able to dig up anything else definitely stung and rubbed him the wrong way. Oh yes, Kotori was not one for failure and it hadn't gotten better over the months away from Olya, from Andarial. The Snow leopard walked without seeing, walked as if the ground were on a repetitious loop that brought him from one corner of his universe to the next, not caring that his feet were carrying him toward that damnable border, that damnable she-cat that haunted his dreams with desires, with a strange sense of protectiveness that he had begun to fear had nothing to do with his usual possessiveness. She's my property, he snarled, inwardly, seething with this untouched rage that heated his heart, made his orange eye burn. The quieter voice that doubted, only whispered otherwise, for fear of tearing himself apart.

The possessiveness was touching him now, and it was the cause of this mood of his, of this anger that lapped at the edges of his mind and urged him on. Hackles were raised, and without thinking he passed over the border, his tail lashing, his fangs flashing as the flesh of his face rolled, scrunched and tightened, a vision of fearsome snarling, of an anger that went deeper than anything else he could understand. The anger was it's own manifestation of his caring, though he couldn't put it into words. He wanted to protect her, to shove her back and take control to make sure his property wasn't harmed. Yeah. Right.

I hope the audience believes that as much as I do. Pft. He was feeling softer because of her and it made him act harder, colder, harsher. And so was the reason for this unintentional trip, for his paws had taken him where his mind was lurking, was aching to shove claws into flesh. A challenge -- how had she let that happen? A challenge!

Where in the seven hells was she? He called to her, a coughing roar that resounded through the mountains, beckoning, sliding through trees and reverberating in the ground. Come, it declared with force, a demand, a snarling, rage-filled demand that she come when he bid. He would not have this talk any other way. She had some explaining to do, letting this little bitch into the lands long enough to challenge her. A growl, a lash of his tail and his flesh rolled as if bugs were pricking his flanks. He couldn't sit still, didn't want to -- and though he ached to screech out another hollering call, he refrained himself. Once was enough -- once was all it would take, and for the first time that day, smiled.

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word count;; 863
tags;; Andee
OOC;; Kotori muse is
all happy, but the posts are still
getting marginally shorter.
Either way, he's in trouble xD

[Andarial]

She was away from her cubs for a few moments. They had gotten so big. Now being three months old she was proud of them and happy. Except for the fact that she was lonely. She had 7 cats surrounding her not including her own kits and yet she still yearned for him. Even though he had left so abruptly at their last meeting. She ached to see him again, to somehow convince him to stay without harming her cubs. But she knew that was impossible. The fact that he was staying away showed just how much he cared.

Suddenly his familiar coughing roar came through the air. It was so demanding she almost didn't answer it but with him so close she felt her heart being pulled there toward him. She slowly trotted toward him. Forcing herself not to run as fast as she could. She came over the rise of the Caiman river her golden eyes fell upon him and his massive form. Suddenly she didn't feel alone and she was so eager to meet him she quickened her pace ever so slightly.

When she reached him her eyes glittered viciously as she forced them to. How dare he call her to him like some dog! She narrowed her eyes glared as if she were ten feet tall. "What?!" her hackles rose and her angry ears moved against her skull.

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

It couldn't be true, and that was that. There could not possibly be any truth in the fact that she was being challenged. What had the chit done? Ignored everyone while the cubs were growing? Couldn't she see how weak she appeared when she did that? Who was it? Who could it be? He snarled, though no sound emitted from his fierce maw -- there was too much focus in his eyes, in his mind, transforming his usual slime into something right on the edge of insanity. Pushed there, no doubt, by the emotions he was denying himself. He didn't have real feelings for her. Couldn't. That was fucking that, and there was nothing that would be changing his mind any time soon -- even the fact that he had raced here the moment he had heard it, to destroy the seed of doubt lingering in his heart. He couldn't give it credence, and therefore denied the little sapling of emotion light, hoping to strangle it, to destroy it before it got to him and made him feel other, far more disturbing things. As far as his subconscious was concerned, his newfound feelings could be explained away as his natural claim on her body. He had stamped her with his very body, with the heat that curled so dangerously in his eyes. Oh yes, oh yes, she wasn't going to be safe from him this time. No, definitely not. So he smiled when his voice rang high, when his body, slithering, muscular thing that it was, began to move, to pace, to constantly keep in motion with the energy that sizzled in every fucking crevice of his body.

Worry tinged the darkness of his mind, but he wouldn't let it get to him. No, that wasn't it. He wasn't worried. Nope. Never. A twitching nose, a fierce, burning shot of his eye back behind him. Where the fuck was she?!

Then it didn't matter anymore because the emotions that had plagued him a few days ago, when they had last met, were gone and there was nothing tender in his eyes, nothing careful about the way he held himself. He didn't worry about her fragility now, only her stupidity and her fucking pride. What had she been thinking, letting this usurper come into her precious pack? Ugh, the stupid cats had to die. A disquieting thought... a momentary pleasurable thought that rolled around in his head like a cat afflicted by catnip. So though his anger was sharp and edgy when she appeared, when she very nearly attacked him with her words, her own paltry anger, he chuckled, laughed outright at her. "As if you're really angry." But he was not going to be distracted by her presence, and it wasn't going to be altered simply because the normal reaction of seeing her seemed to gut him where he was standing, no, moving.

A constant thing, still. He didn't stop, didn't think to stop, but only went faster, precise, as if each touch of his paws against the ground was a stab in the heart of the creature who dared to touch his property. The nameless Jaguar was a fleeting thought in his mind, but then sooned ignored. He had let the jaguar go after her, when it came down to it, and there was nothing he regretted in that -- because he controlled it. And this, this thing? He could not control it.

Until he knew who it was.

A vicious snarl, an anticipatory smile and he crooned, drawing closer to her though her emotions and her pride rode him hard, rode him brutally. "Who is it?" he snarled, moving several steps into the conversation as if she would know what it is he wanted -- but he wasn't thinking in logical terms, held caught by the sheer anger, the righteous need to protect, to kill, to maim and destroy. Claws flexed against the ground, pulsed hot and dark in his pads as if the blades would splinter off and find their target on their own. "Who the fuck is it?" and his voice deepened, darkened, rolled off hot and husky as he drew close to her, too close to her, considering her penchant for striking out at him. But anger was a funny thing and he was intent on destroying the creature who threatened her.

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word count;; 732
tags;; Andee
OOC;; I wrote this
before class ... so it got
cut short xD

[Andarial]

As if she was really angry? Well now she was. She was furious now. How dare he call her and then brush her off like she had no reason to be angry. She felt her tail lash and her hackles raise all along her spine and shoulders. Her ears still flat against her skull gave an angry twitch and she stalked even closer to him as he paced closer to her. Then she moved off to the side, still keeping her eyes narrowed and focused on him. She circled him her claws itching to sink into his hide just as badly as her skin itched to rub up against him.

Then he demanded things of her. Asking who someone was. A frown crossed Andee's face though her anger did not fade so her hackles did not go down and her ears stayed pressed against her head. Who the hell was he talking about? She stopped her pacing and settled herself a few feet away from him in front of him. She stayed stiff and vicious looking so as to show him she was just as likely to attack him than she was to welcome his love.

"Who the hell are you talking about?!" she growled her voice just as angry as it was when she had first met him. She remembered that day. Meeting him on the rocky slopes of the mountains. Fighting and then slowly falling in love with him. He had just seemed to pull at her heart. Her heart had seemed to fit next to his perfectly. Her soul had seemed to love his unconditionally. Something she had never experienced before and had never expected to experience. But now it was wonderful, no matter all the bumps and problems they went through.

[' ' K.O.T.O.R.I.]

It could not be said that they did not share a bond, no matter how much Kotori himself may deny it. Andarial, though he never knew, took it unconditionally, and knew it for what it was, but the dumb brute that paced and paced and paced and could not seem to just stop, was oblivious to the show he was making. A mess, that's what it was, but he wasn't in that sort of frame of mind. Instead he kept circling around the thought, again and again, a pulsating mess off riotous emotions that hammered behind his eyes and made thinking nearly impossible. What was he really doing? Working off energy, keeping his emotions in check before he lashed out with more than just his words.

Oh, don't tell me you've mistaken him? True, his favored weapon was words, his manipulation of other dancing, flaming hearts, something that thrilled him to the bone, but violence --- well that too had a place in his heart, his cavernously, empty heart. It echoed, that cry of pain, bouncing off from one wall to the next like it's own small version of tag. Or chase the weasel. Whichever. He didn't care, only that it felt weird, that it nauseated him when he thought too closely on why he had rushed here, why he had demanded she answer his call -- was he doubting her, now, of all times? Was he going to doubt the very leash he boasted of? What did this mean?

She snarled, and writhed in her fury, and he, stupid creature, watched it unfolded with a growing sense of relief that washed through him, calmed him even as it excited his nerves. His lips moved, but no word came out but a bursting purr which thrummed through his entire body; flanks writhed, fur seeming to bunch together in a fluid dance, making shadows move across his eye. His vibrant, orange eye. His tell-tale eye.

"I know of the challenge, Andarial." And there was frightening silence in his tone, as if it brooked no argument, as if whatever emotions had folded away were more awful than anything else he could have expressed. The anticipation, the sheer unknown, it was a thing as dangerous and threatening as the dark that hid your deepest nightmares. Yet he hadn't come to hurt her, though the thought of raking his claws over her skin, of coaxing the blood to the surface made him burn for her in more ways than one. It was a lust, like all things, though this one centered around the heat in the mouth and not the loins. Still, she was here, and for this one, beautiful moment when their anger was rubbing each other the wrong way, she was still his. For now, for now -- but his mind would cope with that later, and with brutal efficiency, simply ignored that foreboding feeling of worry. She was his ... right? A flick of his ear and he didn't think of it again. He wouldn't. Couldn't.

If he did, the anger would rise, and he felt the restlessness itching his pads and he started again, that pacing, angry motion of energy sizzling, turning into violence, into a terrifying desire to do, to hurt, to kill -- and he knew exactly who he would kill. He drew up beside her, smiled a sickening smile, though there was a little bit of unrest in his eye as it melt the molten gold of her own. "Who is it?"

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word count;; 603
tags;; Andee.
OOC;; I don't know if
the challenge for Andee is still
... in effect ... but still >.>'
I figured Kotori still needs a true
enemy, and it might as well be
hers xD

[Andarial]

HE purred and it confused her even more. That made her even more angry. Her paws needed the ground angrily. She wanted to lash out. To fight with him and angrily hurt him. That was until he spoke and she realized he was trying to protect her. A slow smile quirked her lips and she moved toward him.She was up against him, purr-growling and brushing her burning skin against his. It felt so right to touch him. To love him and a soft lick brushed his shoulder.

"You are so protective. Don't worry about her, she decided against her challenge. But if you wish to know her name, it is Cicatrix. She is a cougar," she would let him do what he wanted. She didn't care about that cougar and so if he went and killed her it didn't bug her. She would never do it herself unless it was absolutely necessary but he if he felt the need to kill her, she wouldn't stand in his way.

(sorry its so short but I just need to get into character again.)