Astriferous

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[nightdrawndagger]

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Asher glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her pouncing on the knife. In an instant he tackled her, his superior weight pinning her to the blood stained sheets. “If you know what’s best for you,” he grunted as he twisted the blade from her grip, “you will not do that again. I’m hungry enough without you cutting more holes in me.”

She thrashed furiously under him. He raised his hand back to beat her calm again, but something stayed his fist. Instead her held her jaw firm so he could lean down and kiss her. “Suppose it would be a shame to waste a little pet like you.”

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A frustrated cry escaped her as he forced the weapon from her hand. Now, in addition to being unarmed, he’s pinning her down on the scarlet soaked sheets. 

She froze when he grabbed her jaw, fully expecting the hand to slide lower and clamp over her neck. Understanding dawned on her soon enough however that whatever he’s had planned, it has nothing to do with killing her just yet. 

Bastard.

A sharp crack punctuated her thought as her palm connected with his cheek.

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The mistake was releasing her wrist so he could free himself of his pants. He underestimated her strength and training. There was a hollow snap in his skull as molars broke free of their moorings. Pain shot white hot through his vision before stars rose and the room went black.

Wedged between her legs, he slumped and went limp with his pants twisted halfway down his thighs. Blood dribbled from his slack mouth onto her cheek with each puff of hot breath while his mind struggled to come back online.

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The feline girl whined as his head thumped on the pillow right next to hers. Her mind desperately attempting to wrap itself around what just transpired.

Moments later and she pushed the man off of her, unmindful that he landed halfway out of the bed. Her concern bent on locating the discarded knife--her sole weapon. 

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“That’s not important,” he said as he wiped his mouth clean. His shredded shirt stubbornly clung to his skin as he peeled it off and tossed it to a corner. “I kind of liked this one.”

Without shame, he ignored her while he wiped himself down and changed into a fresh set of clothes. “I’m surprised you actually went through with that. Most of Mazhar’s concubines are little more than tight holes to play with. Speaking of him, how about we wrap you up and leave you as a gifts around his mansion?”

Pushing past her, he goes to his workbench and pulls out tools as he rambles off where he was going to leave each part of her.

[ardithofastrifer]

Ardith stood petrified as the man went about getting dressed as if nothing happened. She could not find any trace of the damage inflicted by her knife not an hour ago. The only scars she could see are the ones on his face and another on his shoulder… but those were not her doing.

Him chatting about leaving her limbs scattered around brought her back to reality and she dove for the bed where her bloodstained knife laid forgotten. There has to be a way to rid herself of this menace.

[nightdrawndagger]

Asher glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her pouncing on the knife. In an instant he tackled her, his superior weight pinning her to the blood stained sheets. “If you know what’s best for you,” he grunted as he twisted the blade from her grip, “you will not do that again. I’m hungry enough without you cutting more holes in me.”

She thrashed furiously under him. He raised his hand back to beat her calm again, but something stayed his fist. Instead her held her jaw firm so he could lean down and kiss her. “Suppose it would be a shame to waste a little pet like you.”

[ardithofastrifer]

A frustrated cry escaped her as he forced the weapon from her hand. Now, in addition to being unarmed, he’s pinning her down on the scarlet soaked sheets. 

She froze when he grabbed her jaw, fully expecting the hand to slide lower and clamp over her neck. Understanding dawned on her soon enough however that whatever he’s had planned, it has nothing to do with killing her just yet. 

Bastard.

A sharp crack punctuated her thought as her palm connected with his cheek.

[ardithofastrifer]

nightdrawndagger

After his heart stopped, his consciousness faded to a ghost of normal. Only the first few stabs felt sharp in his mind before the dark web within him cooed and soothed. He lay still what seemed like a long time. Sometimes he liked the solitude a disconnection from the corporeal gave. Near silence with only the distant rumble of the world like thunderstorm on the horizon. A dozen times he watched it roll in and always the cold rain shocked him back to reality.

Severe wounds knitted from the inside. First the holes in his heart and lungs, then muscle and bone. Replenished blood filled his veins. Life twitched his fingers first, and what little color his pale skin held flooded back to his cheeks and lips. He coughed raggedly as his mind was thrust into him, and cleared the clotted blood from his airway.

Spook rolled onto his stomach to choke up the last chunks, then sat up to greet the wide eyed girl as she came out of the side room to investigate his sounds. He tilted his head, some third sense determining the time.

“Morning, sweetie,” he grinned through a bloodstained mouth.

—–

After having spent a solid fifteen minutes of searching and poking for an exit, Ardith finally came to admit it: This poor excuse for living quarters is a locked vault. The single door she found refused to even budge.

Magic? She growled to herself, absently swiping an arm over her scarlet stained cheek, not occurring to her in the frustrated state that she’s in that her arms are even bloodier than her face. How do I break through, there’s got to b–

Coughing and hacking from the other room made her furred ears pick up. That doesn’t sound and feel right. Her mind reeled as she stood frozen in confusion; dread slowly creeping up her spine before she finally found nerve enough to lift a foot and practically bolt to the bedroom to check… 

“You… What the fuck.. how…”

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“That’s not important,” he said as he wiped his mouth clean. His shredded shirt stubbornly clung to his skin as he peeled it off and tossed it to a corner. “I kind of liked this one.”

Without shame, he ignored her while he wiped himself down and changed into a fresh set of clothes. “I’m surprised you actually went through with that. Most of Mazhar’s concubines are little more than tight holes to play with. Speaking of him, how about we wrap you up and leave you as a gifts around his mansion?”

Pushing past her, he goes to his workbench and pulls out tools as he rambles off where he was going to leave each part of her.

[ardithofastrifer]

Ardith stood petrified as the man went about getting dressed as if nothing happened. She could not find any trace of the damage inflicted by her knife not an hour ago. The only scars she could see are the ones on his face and another on his shoulder... but those were not her doing.

Him chatting about leaving her limbs scattered around brought her back to reality and she dove for the bed where her bloodstained knife laid forgotten. There has to be a way to rid herself of this menace.

[ardithofastrifer]

nightdrawndagger

After his heart stopped, his consciousness faded to a ghost of normal. Only the first few stabs felt sharp in his mind before the dark web within him cooed and soothed. He lay still what seemed like a long time. Sometimes he liked the solitude a disconnection from the corporeal gave. Near silence with only the distant rumble of the world like thunderstorm on the horizon. A dozen times he watched it roll in and always the cold rain shocked him back to reality.

Severe wounds knitted from the inside. First the holes in his heart and lungs, then muscle and bone. Replenished blood filled his veins. Life twitched his fingers first, and what little color his pale skin held flooded back to his cheeks and lips. He coughed raggedly as his mind was thrust into him, and cleared the clotted blood from his airway.

Spook rolled onto his stomach to choke up the last chunks, then sat up to greet the wide eyed girl as she came out of the side room to investigate his sounds. He tilted his head, some third sense determining the time.

“Morning, sweetie,” he grinned through a bloodstained mouth.

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After having spent a solid fifteen minutes of searching and poking for an exit, Ardith finally came to admit it: This poor excuse for living quarters is a locked vault. The single door she found refused to even budge.

Magic? She growled to herself, absently swiping an arm over her scarlet stained cheek, not occurring to her in the frustrated state that she’s in that her arms are even bloodier than her face. How do I break through, there’s got to b--

Coughing and hacking from the other room made her furred ears pick up. That doesn’t sound and feel right. Her mind reeled as she stood frozen in confusion; dread slowly creeping up her spine before she finally found nerve enough to lift a foot and practically bolt to the bedroom to check... 

“You... What the fuck.. how...”

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It was useless to try and keep track of time in the cramped windowless room. Even sounds from the world outside are blocked by the thick stone walls and it was frustrating to only have a kidnapping bastard for companionship. Speaking of which, he appears to have fallen asleep. Time to move.

As silently as she could, she rubbed her tail on the ropes securing her wrists. A glimmer of silver peeking out from the silky fur. While it may be true that her tail has given her plenty of grief from all the men pulling on it, this is one of the many reasons why she will always love the furry appendage. Pretty and useful; she actually grinned. A few minutes later and her arms are free and after pulling the miniature dagger from her tail, set about to cutting the rest of her binds. She gave the room another good look. So far she could only see one exit; unless the one leading to the makeshift kitchen has a door leading out, which she highly doubts. 

Well she could simply use the front door. Ardith turned to the sleeping man, each step silent and sure, knife in hand. A little bit of cleaning up first.

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A comforting dark filled his dreams. He rolled over onto his back, murmuring in a foreign tongue. The pillow clutched to his chest provided little protection against the knife the plunged through it. Pain twisted his face a half second before his eyes snapped open to meet hers.

Mirth replaced the normal fear or hate she might have found, and laughter bubbled up through the last of his blood choked breaths.

[ardithofastrifer]

It was unlike anything she was expecting. A struggle, an armor shielding his heart--anything but hearing the insanity that is the laughter of a dead man. Ardith wasn’t new to the trade, she has killed before. But this... this reeks of all things gone bad.

In her panic Ardith lifted yanked the knife out, sending a fresh spray of sickeningly warm arterial blood all over the bed, the low stone ceiling and all over her clothes and face. Screaming, she brought the knife down once again and again and again...

“Fuck this all,” she muttered hoarsely, the bloodied knife clattering the the floor. That should do it. It’s over.

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“I rarely see Foxes. What tribe are you from?” ask-ahrichi

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“… Ionia,” Ahri replied, somewhat hesitantly. Never had she really ever heard the term ‘tribe’ before. Surely it couldn’t be too different from a city-state? “Oh–a-annyeonghaseyo, naneun Ahri.” She bowed.

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“Ionian Tribe, okay…” Ardith repeated almost hesitantly. She merely smiled at her greeting, not able to catch what the words she spoke meant. Foxes do sure speak strangely. 

“You’re a mage, aren’t you?”

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She nodded. “Mage and an Assassin, according to the Institute. Ahri tilted her head, finally getting a good look at Ardith. “… Are you a fox too?” she asked, peering up at her ears. “Or perhaps a wolf?”

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Mage and assassin. Her ears twitched. 

A fellow assassin!

Ardith kept her excitement to herself and refrained from blabbering though. It was never something that she ever really does anyway; though she barely ever meets someone pretty much like her. Whatever that Institute is, it must be the Fox equivalent of what a Council of Wise Cats is to her tribe. “No, I’m a cat,” she replied, pointing to her ears. “See my ears? My tail is different too. It’s not quite as bushy as yours.”

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Ahri took a double take at her ears. It seemed they were quite a bit smaller and rounder than her own, and she hadn’t even noticed Aridith’s tail before now. “Ah, mianhae,” she apologised, a bit embarrassed at her mistake. 

She admired Aridith’s clothes; they seemed in better condition than her own—though the silk fabric was of rather high and durable quality for her adventures on the Rift. Hers seemed to be similiar to Ahri’s own in terms of perhaps being designed for more quality for demanding use.

“Are you a Mage as well, unnie?” she asked.

[ardithofastrifer]

Mian-what? The cat furrowed her brow, wondering what she muttered just now. Foxes sure say some confusing words.

“No, I’m not a mage. I’m a dancer.” Not a lie, as she is more recognized as a dancer in her tribe... and a pretty darn good one too! Ardith grinned. It’s one of those things she is openly proud of. “You look like you might be great at dancing too. Do foxes dance?”

[ardithofastrifer]

“You must be the biggest cat I’ve ever seen!” unseen-predator

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“I hear that often, and who are you?”

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“I’m a dancer from Wise Cat Lobelia’s tribe.” She holds a hand out. “They call me Tal.”

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“Rengar” he shakes takes the handshake “I never heard about that tribe, are there many dancers?”

[ardithofastrifer]

“There’s quite a number of dancers and musicians,” she replied, slightly looking confused. It was strange for her to see a cat who hasn’t heard of their tribe. “…Aren’t you from a warrior tribe? You look like one.”

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He shook his head after her question “I dont belong to a tribe, I was raised by one human. He was a great hunter and taught me a lot” he was deep in thoughts for a moment “ no Im not familiar with any tribes”

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“You’re a strange one,” she mused, one hand stealing up to scratch at her ear. “So, you’re one of those cats who love humans?”

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[ardithofastrifer]

“You must be the biggest cat I’ve ever seen!” unseen-predator

[unseen-predator-archive-deactiv]

“I hear that often, and who are you?”

[ardithofastrifer]

“I’m a dancer from Wise Cat Lobelia’s tribe.” She holds a hand out. “They call me Tal.”

[unseen-predator-archive-deactiv]

“Rengar” he shakes takes the handshake “I never heard about that tribe, are there many dancers?”

[ardithofastrifer]

“There’s quite a number of dancers and musicians,” she replied, slightly looking confused. It was strange for her to see a cat who hasn’t heard of their tribe. “...Aren’t you from a warrior tribe? You look like one.”

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ardithofastrifer

“Never said anything about not accepting the drink,” she scoffed, turning away from him and loosely wrapping her tail around her waist. Certain that the drink is safe, she finally lifted the glass to down it in the same way she saw him do–which did not work very well for her. Thankfully, she was able to keep from coughing. She would have undoubtedly been laughed at otherwise.

The glass was set down with a solid clunk. “What the fuck is this? Don’t you have anything better?”

“Here I thought my manners were bad! Lady I’m afraid a free drink is the best drink. If you want the bartender to mix you up something fancy that’ll have to be done through your own money.” He laid down a sack of coins on the counter in front of him as he stood up. “But then again apologizing with something you don’t like isn’t really an apology eh? This should cover the tab and something fancy for the lady. Sorry if I’ve sullied your night miss.”

He made his way towards the exit of the bar having had his fill of drink for the night. With a wave of his hand he pardoned himself from the premises and made his way out onto the street. “Guess that could have gone better, but noooo, I gotta pull the tail. What a great time to stop focusing on what I was doing. Ale really had a kick in the ass tonight.”

[ardithofastrifer]

“You were the one who offered me a free drink!” she shouted in reply and would have added more if Draven didn’t walk out right after dropping a small sack. Ardith blinked at the bag and peeked in. Coins. Gold and a fair amount too. She cast another look at his retreating back and when she’s sure he’s leaving the money with her, split the coins into two parts: One to spend on sampling drinks and one to keep. Tucking the other half of the coins away, she waved at the bartender--more or less like a total idiot, and pushed the remaining gold towards him. “Give me some good stuff!” she ordered vaguely, tapping the seat with her tail. It wasn’t long before several glass were set in front of her...

...and certainly not much longer that she was stumbling out of the establishment a giggly drunk mess.