DORIAN

"And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside"

This was so boring. No, really. When would something exciting happen in this damn place? Okay, so part of the lameness was on me. I’d accept that. I hadn’t really done much. At all, actually. I had that little spat with stick head and his kitten army, but that’s about it. Since then I’d just been exploring. Sure, such as a helpful adventure, as I know knew a slightly larger amount of where I was in relation to other stuff, but was otherwise a unentertaining adventure. So, being the strange creature I was, my path was currently to follow another’s. Meaning, I’d spun about roughly ten times, and then put my nose to the ground. A scent was present, luckily, and hardly…but I’d been following it for the past few minutes. Eventually, I came to the tall structure and immediately frowned. This seemed…dangerous. I mean, hey, I was looking for a little spice in my life, but I was literally about to walk up some super tight stairs to a creature that was already positioned at a better attack location. I wasn’t afraid, just having small thoughts on the logic of my plan.

Wait…what if. I shifted my stance, though for what reason I couldn’t really explain, and dug down to my core. I wanted to try to do this magic thing and hear who was up there. A moment of logic for me probably wouldn’t last…well, first, let’s try to see just how strong my stone really was.

As the spell started to work, my audits flicked then focused, trying to catch the faintest hints of what was up there. Soon, I could hear air being dragged into a set of lungs and the scratch of fur brushing across a stony surface. But...then the sounds suddenly faded. Oh, the spell was already done. Damn, I'd have to practice more. So, from that...I was going to guess something about my size, maybe a bit bigger, and fuzzy. Did I still want to do this? Actually, yeah. Hell yeah. Now I was excited.

I bounded up the stairs, literally. If I had a bit coordination, maybe I could've stopped myself when I got to the top, but instead I made an extra bound too many and tumble rolled across the open space. Really. Why was I so fail? Literally, I had full intentions to come up here and fuck shit up...but I just...ugh. Whatever. I pulled myself up, making every attempt to seem as though I completely intended to make a tumble roll entrance, and faced the creature. It was...a cat. Ish? What was with all the weird cat colors? This one was not too different from the color of the stone around us. Tan, ish? And what was with the funky fur that was thick around his neck? Did he have the opposite of balding? Wasn't he hot?

"Are you ill or something?"

Although this fur thing was weird, the other cat looked relatively healthy. Relatively meaning he had some weird scars all over him, but they were healed...or were they? Whatever, he was bigger than me and that's really what's important here. Though, I bet he was slow...maybe I could actually fight him and win. That sounded kinda fun actually. My claws gripped at the stone in mild anticipation.

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"This is how I talk!"

words: 562
tagged: @niru
muse: FEELING IT

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh

"are you ill or something?"
words caused me to want to burst out into laughter. but such a thing was rude. it was not protocol to return rudeness with rudeness, and so, i would not. i inhaled, taking a deep breath while spreading a smile wide across marred features. the scars were healing nicely, blood no longer seeping from them as i irritated them. no, now they were just tight, pink, and void of fur.

"no, i am not. are you?"
i returned fire, all in good jest though. i stood, approaching the smaller creature who seemed to be a young black leopard, much like my father - err, cancer was older but oh well. tufted tassel gave a few swishes in glacial thought as i then sat before the young leopard, at first feeling pity for him as he'd no one to teach him proper manners. or, perhaps he does, and ended up in the wrong paws? either way.

"my name is niru. what's yours?"
i followed up, a smile upon my features still which had never faltered. temperate tones expelled laced in sheer friendliness, despite his rather brash embark.

@Dorian

DORIAN

"And when I walk the streets
kings and queens step aside"

Laughing.
The guy was really laughing. Was he laughing at me? Kinda seemed that way. My shoulders flexed my jaw set as anger flashed through my frame. I wasn’t someone to be laughed at. Ever. He would regret thinking of me as something for his amusement. But, just before I pounced, the other spoke. Was I ill? How…oh. He was being an ass and pushing it back on me. However that still pissed me off, I appreciated the move. And, he sat. I didn’t know if I was supposed to take that as him yielding a bit, or as though he felt I wasn’t a threat. Then his question…my name.

“I’m Dorian. But honestly, you have an patches of excessive growth of fur about your neck. That’s gotta suck man.”

I forced myself to move then. I was angry still, but not enraged anymore. I didn’t really know what to do with this guy. He was relaxed…but was so arrogant. I paced slowly across the stone, not getting any closer, but certainly not backing down.

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"This is how I talk!"

words: 184
tagged: @Niru
muse: 2/10

the laughter could not be contained now. i sputtered a small chortle, a low rumble to the chuckle as adolescence had been threatening to leave me since turning three. he mentioned the growing tufts about my neck, which cascaded down my nape and to in between my shoulder blades, about my cheeks and down the front of my chest. where soon, a much thicker mane would grow - at least, any lion would hope. jaded eyes flashed a bit, noting the kindled rage this dorian seemed to possessed, and i'd wondered what i'd done to upset him already.

"oh sweet boy,"
the words came out as a softened mutter, before sucking in a sharp breath and with quick succession, uttering more.
"you see, i am a lion. i will one day have a mane. these tufts are only growing in short supply now, due to my adolescence. but when i'm fully grown, a thick bushy mane will wrap about my neck and chest."
i said it as if to inform the cub, as if he might not know anything at all ever. and from the way he spoke - he really didn't. a brow arched, as i gave him the once over - while all the while still keeping a rather passive aggressive, polite bitchiness about me. he must've really caught me at a bad time, or just approached me incorrectly, as i'd never been this short with anyone before.

"you, cub, are a leopard. a cat nonetheless, but you will not grow a mane."
now, lips pulled into a mock frown, as if saddened by the fact he will never live up to my grandeur.

@dorian