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duskhill cascades

 

 Estate Grounds & Surrounding Land


 

The cavern in which the Hidden Estate at Duskhill is located is vast, both in height and in breadth. In many ways, it is a perfect microcosm of the UnderNeath's environment, the cavern's immense size and relative seclusion creating an isolated biosphere that includes a surprising variety of landforms contained therein.  Duskhill is located in relatively close proximity to a few different biomes and natural features; one need not travel far to experience some amazing scenery.  Aside from the fungal forest immediately surrounding Duskhill, a series of cascading waterfalls are also within a short walking distance, the dull roar of which is audible from a mile away.

The estate grounds offer patios, mossy fields, unused corrals, secluded nooks, and a few other Drow-made comforts one might find on any other homestead.  Along the slope of a hill at the back of the estate, a series of heated travertine pools  of descending temperatures, feed into one into the next in a tiered cascade, with a caustic prismatic spring located at the very bottom.The pools are large enough for bathing and limited swimming.  There are towels and supplies to clean one's clothing available near the lower pools.  Just be sure to avoid the pretty, iridescent pool at the very bottom!

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Estate Hot Springs

Hot Springs (DUSKHILL)

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 Nearby a springy, moss covered field abruptly drops off into a steep cliff that overlooks the rushing currents of a glacial river, and looks out to a number of roaring cascades of varying heights. Were one to tumble off the cliff's edge, the river below would eventually carry them into the Ice Caves Under Duskhill-- that's assuming they survived not just the fall, but also the freezing water, the powerful current, and the occasional ice tunnel, of course. 

The mossy field itself makes a good sparring area.

A good distance away from Duskhill is an area that offers one of the most breathtaking views the cavern has to offer: a gorgeous expanse of shimmering, interconnected lakes with crystal clear waters that stretch almost as far as the eye can see.  The lakes feed into one another by a series cascading waterfalls that flow from the cliffs surrounding the lakes.  It's a great place for a picnic if one is willing to take the time to reach this amazing location.

 


TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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[OOC: From the Caverns Surrounding Duskhill]

 

It was the early hours of the morning a day later as Tom-Cat wended his way back to the estate.  He was sweaty and in high spirits, his tail cutting through the air behind him in serpentine patterns.  He was hungry, but decided abruptly to head to the springs and take a nice, long soak.  He was already shirtless and undid the button of his pants as he headed to the same hotter than hot pool he soaked in the day before, ears perked forward in anticipation.

 

He piled his weapons, folded his pants, undershorts, and slipped into the pool, relaxing back as he closed his eyes.  He felt content for the first time in a couple of days, as he leaned, boneless, back against the side of the pool and let the hot water loosen his muscles and clear his mind.

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Myrae

The Drowess was quiet, but not so quiet as Tom-Cat. The catboy would hear her approach, despite the masking sound of trickling water from the pools. The carmine-eyed vixen seated herself at the edge of his bath after nodding to the assassin. "Work some things out?" She inquired, dipping her feet in the steaming water. 

"Yew need to finish the job with that Aeros." Myrae had been willing to watch the kids' interactions up to a point, but there were only four days left before the passageways would align, and--the way things were going--Miiya was not likely to survive to the end of the journey. Myrae recognized the signs. The traumatized girl was treading on a razor's-edge. Any hint of violence, any more adversity, and she'd again dissolve into a liability, as she'd been under The Watcher's sword. A suicidal or catatonic Aeros was not going to live to see Sharnn or anywhere on the surface, again.

Myrae gestured to the angry scars on Tom-Cat's back. "Yew got lucky in Kiana. Like as not, she'll take yew with her next time."

The drowess spread her hands. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate yew taking care of my vermin issues, but spilling all the goblin blood in the underdark isn't going to change yer problem. Get rid of her." She advised. 

Myrae almost didn't say it. She really did dislike the Aeros girl. She had from the second she laid eyes on her. But the drowess wasn't a total monster. That girl had a story. It did not have to end down here in the sunless lands. She rolled one hand about a wrist dismissively shaking her head at the terrible idea she was about to voice. "Or help me break her and see what rises from the ashes." 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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Tom-Cat never understood why people always thought that cats hate water, because personally he loved it.  Especially hot water.  He’d always suspected that he had some panther genes spliced into his genetics, and his love of water only seemed to reinforce that idea.  Panthers and jaguars were known to take a dip in the river to hunt crocodiles, after all.  The thought of hunting made him smile to himself, and he was so relaxed that he’d almost honest-to-the-gods started purring, when the sound of soft footfalls immediately snagged his attention.

 

With his eyes still closed, he swiveled an ear towards the sound, and, judging from the sureness of the gait and weight of the footsteps, he knew it was Myrae.  He cracked an eye as she perched at the edge of the pool, the barest sliver of yellow showing under the thick fringe of his eyelashes as he regarded her.  While she was an undoubtedly attractive woman, truth be told, he really didn’t feel any particular attraction or repulsion towards her.  He saw her more of a cougar, the types that’d always hit on him in Haven, and it was actually a nice change that she apparently saw nothing about him that was to her liking. It meant they could meet one another on an equal footing, and for that alone he appreciated her, even if she was a right skwich, sometimes.  Honestly, he even appreciated that.

 

Besides, he was in a markedly better mood than he’d been, and was feeling playful.  Cats are nocturnal creatures, after all.  And it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the Drowess hourglass figure, whether or not anything would ever come of it.

 

Tom-Cat dunked his head under the water and resurfaced closer to Myrae, listening as she spoke to him in low tones about the Aeros.  He frowned briefly, then shook it off; he wasn’t going to entertain the idea.  Not right now.  But he didn’t tell the Drowess that.  He knew that if they were going to continue travelling together, at least as far as escaping the Underneath, he and the Aeros would have to come to some sort of understanding with one another...be it a mutual understanding that wasn’t drenched in fear, or a bloody one at the end of a knife, fangs, or claws.  He simply didn’t know which one it would be.

 

Brrreak herrr?” asked Tom-Cat, echoing what Myrae had just suggested.  His tone was neutral, although his eyes flashed briefly.  “Sounds grrruesome, even forrr you.”  He bared his teeth at her in a predatory grin.  He declined to agree or disagree with her.  The idea disturbed him, although he couldn’t place exactly why that was.   He changed the subject.

 

Werrre you thinking about that overrr the past day and a half?” he asked, fixing her with a stare that was vaguely predatory.  He dipped a bit below the surface of the water, to hide his mischievous grin.  He spit some water at her, chuckling a bit.  He was feeling...frisky. “Perrrhaps you should rrrelax.”  

 

And then Tom-Cat pounced, moving as fast a blink as he surged up and grabbed the Drowess, pulling her into the pool with him. He nipped at her playfully, but then let her go and put some distance between them.  He was snickering when she resurfaced.

Sorrrrrrry,” he said, drawing the word out and not sounding apologetic at all.  “You looked entirrrely too drrry.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Myrae

"Yer not sorry at all, yew little shu!" Myrae gasped, pushing her sodden tresses out of her eyes. "But yew will be!" The drowess crouched and sprang at Tom-Cat, clearing the waist-deep water with an impressive display of athleticism. The water in the ivory basin churned and slopped over the sides as the two playful combatants did their best to dunk each other. Myrae was a bit hindered by her soggy clothing. She made up for it by being completely unencumbered by just where she grabbed as she grappled with the catling.

At one point she shrieked unreservedly as she found herself lifted completely clear of the pool before splashing back down in an ungainly flop. Rather than sinuously slipping through the water, and transforming throws or takedowns into graceful recoveries, she made so that her every fall generated the biggest possible splash with the goal of getting as much water into Tom-Cat's sinuses as possible. 

The shriek, though, was a bit much, and Myrae surfaced coughing with her hand at her throat. If Tom-Cat made the mistake of approaching without his guard up, however, she would be quick to grab and try to throw him to the bottom of this shallower end of the pool. 

At some point, perhaps this one, Myrae would end up straddling Tom-Cat in the shallows, where he could keep his head above water. Sitting atop, but not pinning, the catling she gave him a meaningful look accompanied by a half-shrug. The invitation was unmistakable, as was the drowess's telegraphed ambivalence. 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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As Tom-Cat horsed around with Myrae in the pool, attempting to dunk her (the best was when he made her shriek as he lifted her and dropped her with a tremendous splash into the hot waters) he thought that it was a bit like grappling with a slippery, albeit curvy eel.  He was impressed with her athleticism and appreciated the different holds she applied to dunk him under the water, although some of them made him grimace and grin through gritted teeth.  Her hands were strong - maybe he could talk her into giving him a massage later, work out some of the tightness in his shoulders and lower back.

 

Either way, his blood was still pumping at high velocity through his veins, every nerve ending alight and his tail was twitching in anticipation of more “playful combat” when there was a lull in their play.  They were in the shallows and he found himself leaned back on his elbows regarding her as she sat astride him, not quite pinning, and she was looking at him with a mix of ambivalence, offer...and was he really expected to pass that up? He would probably have to be dead to not take up the offer.

It’s not like it would mean anything - he understood that immediately.  Besides, a bit of tension relief could do the both of them some good.  Call it a professional courtesy.

 

Tom-Cat grinned lazily at her, then pounced again to very different effect.

 

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Sometime later Tom-Cat slipped out of the pool, leaving Myrae to stew in her own thoughts, with no real words exchanged between the pair.  Nothing had changed betwixt them - why should it? It wasn’t really passionate, more like a means to an end - he was fine with that.  If he left a few distinct scratches from his claws on the curve of her hips...oh well.  It was dangerous work, after all. She’d left a few gouges in his shoulder, which drew blood at the time, but had long since stopped flowing. He wrapped a towel securely around his waist, gathered his things, and left to rifle through Myrae’s clothes for something new to wear.  Afterwards, he’d find something to eat because between play and pounce he’d certainly worked up an appetite. 

 

He padded silently off to the main house, feeling very much loose-limbed and relaxed, the endorphins flooding through his system brightening his mood considerably.  


[OOC: To the Hidden Estate at Duskhill]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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[OOC: from the Hidden Estate at Duskhill]

 

The TonDen

"Greetings, Miiya." The golem had a salutation prepared for the girl. Showing no sign of stiffness or difficulty after having sat quiescent for days on end, the TonDen rose from its thinking position and followed the Aeros girl out the door. 

As they explored the inner grounds of Duskhill together, the TonDen gave voice to its initial observations of the girl. "Yew seem tired."

"I didn't sleep well." Miiya admitted. "I'm okay, though. This is making me feel better." It was true, the activity was helping her shake the malaise of her disrupted night. "Thanks for noticing." She half-chirped.

"Would yew like to ride?" The golem asked, and then lowered itself to allow Miiya to climb onto its back. There was room for more than one rider upon the monster's carapace, directly behind its umanoid (or possibly centaurian) torso. 

After picking its way around the grounds, the TonDen ventured into the surrounding fungal forest. "Hold on tightly." It warned Miiya, placing its six-fingered hands over hers when she threaded her arms around its torso. The monster then broke into a gallop that was a bit smoother and much faster than that of any horse. It stumped through the forest at fantastic speed, headed toward something it had sensed during its silent contemplations at Duskhill.

The forest abruptly ended on the edge of a vast lake. Near the middle of the body of water a series of enormous cateracts descended from the distant ceiling, like an eternal incrediby intense cloudburst. The water of the lake was so clear that it seemed almost not to exist at all, with the soft ambient lighting of the cavern not reflecting from the water as the sky or sun might. The only sign that there was water before them was a slight ripple in the submarine world caused by the waves of the distant waterfalls. 

"I would like to swim." TonDen informed Miiya.

Miiya

The Aeros girl's tiredness was forgotten as she gazed upon the spectacular scenery before them. "Oh, Mister TonDen, it's so beautiful!" She slid off the golem's back and wandered along that fairy shore while the monster waded in. 

Even as The TonDen swam far out into the crystal-clear lake, Miiya could track his progress, though the angle of the water caused images below to lense in weird and wonderous ways. The TonDen was clearly made for swimming, and even the cracks in its fins seemed to trouble it not at all as it zoomed and dived beneath the still waters. 

Miiya felt a pang of sadness and turned away. It was hard to be glad for Mister TonDen's newfound joy when she felt robbed of her own. Continuing along the shore, Miiya trailed her hands over mossy rocks and along the soft peeling skin of giant tree-sized toadstools, occasionally stooping to pick up a rounded stone and skip it off the lake's glassy surface.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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The Xiple 

One of the toadstools was not what it appeared. As the Aeros girl passed it, trailing her fingers over its knobbly skin, the Xiple shifted colors, dropping the camouflage that made it appear to be just another giant mushroom sprout. 

The creature was about eight feet long, from nose to fronded tail. It disguised itself by standing upright in toadstool patches and mimicing their colors. Unfolding its four legs, it dropped to the ground behind the Aeros and began stalking her. The "cap" of the Xiple split wide displaying a shark-toothed maw.

The creature was not very quiet, and it landed on its clawed feet with a thud. It was fast over short distances, and confident that it was close enough to this strange feathered prey to overtake and devour her. 

Miiya

Miiya whirled at the sound of the Xiple landing. "Yikes!" She cried at the sight of a monster the size of a dire wolf, the shape of a mushroom, and with the mouth of a shark. 

Now would be a great time to have brought along some sort of weapon. 

The TonDen

The Aeros girl did not get much chance to react. One moment there was a menacing mushroom landshark, the next it was replaced by an explosion of water droplets and a gargantuan black spider-like creature that had the Xiple pinned against the nearest giant toadstool, with its massive pincer. The TonDen squeezed, and just like the giant morey eel, the Xiple fell in two twitching parts in a burst of greenish ichor. 

TonDen's jet-black torso leaned sideways, turning its featureless face toward Miiya, but it said nothing. Every line of the now-midnight creature seemed threatening. 

Slowly, the matte black of the crystalline armor lightened to translucent blue. "I am done swimming." TonDen rumbled. 

 

[OOC: to the Hidden Estate of Duskhill]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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[OOC: continuation of the action & POST From the Caverns Surrounding Duskhill

 

Tom-Cat was already moving and several feet away by the time the goblin wheezed one last wet, rattling breath, and fell forward, hitting the ground and dying a few, agonizing seconds later as its punctured lung filled with blood.  The catboy did not even once look back at the three dead goblins, his senses on high alert.  He wasn’t out of the woods yet, the encampment was situated very near the entrance to the tunnel that led to the estate, and without a doubt they’d send a search party a little ways into it to look for him. There was little to no cover in the tunnel, meaning a straight sprint for the estate was out of the question. He probably only had a minute or so before the other two patrols found the three dead bodies of their companions, and hordes of goblins searching for him would soon follow.  He’s fast, but estimated he’d only make it about halfway down the length of the corridor before any goblin searchers made closed the short distance from the encampment to the tunnel entrance, at which point they’d have a clear line of sight on him, running or not.  He’d lead them right back to the Drowess’ private abode.

 

He wiped the blade of the knife against his shirt to clear away the worst of the dark black goblin blood that coated it, before sheathing it.  

 

He raised his eyes to the wall of the cave just as he heard the loud, discordant blare of a horn pierce through the air, making the fur on his ears and tail stand up in startled agitation.  Kwesh! That was quicker than I thought it’d be.  He angled left and sprinted towards the smooth bend where the wall of the cavern met the mouth of the tunnel, and threw himself forward into a deep strip of shadow cast by a narrow ridge that jutted out from the wall, just in time to avoid the being caught in a circle of magickally conjured light that rose into the air from the encampment, a dozen or so yards behind him.  He pressed himself back against the cool cave wall, turning his ears back towards the camp, forcing stillness through his limbs as he listened.  

 

Chaos had erupted amongst the 60-some remaining goblins that were left alive.  There was a lot of shouting, their guttural voices talking over one another in a confusing cacophony of noise, when a loud, harsh voice boomed over the rest.  Ah, Lieutenant Madshredder.  The lieutenant's voice was rough and grating, but Tom-Cat was able to make out enough of what the burly goblin was yelling, to know he couldn’t stay there.  Madshredder was organizing the rest of the goblins into hasty search parties, in order to send them out to search every corner of the cavern.  Pretty soon, both the cavern and all surrounding tunnels, including the one he was about to enter, would be swarming with goblins, all looking to add another tally, another kill under their name. 

 

Tom-Cat didn’t stay to listen any further.  He edged along the curved wall, sure to stay under the ridge, forcing himself to go slowly, yet steadily.  No more mistakes. For the first time that night, his mind was blessedly clear, adrenaline narrowing his focus down to only one point: survival.

 

He was quickly running out of overhang, but it didn’t matter.  There was a series of narrow ledges and wider platforms that ranged along the wall of the tunnel at staggering heights.  If he could jump up onto one of them, he knew he could use them like stepping stones and work his way back to the estate, all while remaining relatively hidden.  He wasn’t worried about the goblins and what they’d do to him, he just didn’t want any of the little creeps following him back to the estate and to her --He just didn’t want them following him back to the estate.   

 

Tom-cat leaned back against the tunnel wall and closed his eyes for a moment, his ears automatically swivelling towards the not-so-distant sound of the goblins rallying and beginning their search.  He concentrated, not even acknowledging the ache in his fingers as he unsheathed his claws,  He flexed the sharp appendages as he quickly toed off his shoes.  He went back a few steps into the large cavern and tossed his discarded footwear back into a deep shadow pressed along the bottom of the cavern wall, then quickly slipped back into the somewhat narrower tunnel.  He flexed one of his feet, feeling his claws pop along the line of his toes, then repeated the action with the other foot.  He leaned out from under the ridge and eyed the lowest of the ledges that was just out of his jumping range, high above his head.  He breathed in a deep breath, steady, and readied himself.  

 

Then Tom-Cat moved, running forward a few steps and gathered his energy for a powerful leap.  He felt his muscles tighten as he used the momentum from his short dash and crouched, before pushing off hard from the hard-packed floor of the cavern as he leapt into the air at a slight angle.  On any given day, Tom-Cat can leap easily to the roof of a one-story home, and even farther if he really tries.  The ledge he needed to get to was a little less than two stories above him.  At the apex of his jump, the catboy slammed his hands into the side of the cave wall and dug the claws of his toes into any dips or holds he could find.  

 

He grit his teeth as he slid down the wall about a half a foot, before he found solid purchase with his clawed hands.  He stilled for a moment, working his foot-claws as far into the tenuous holds they'd snagged on, seeking to anchor himself to the wall as best he could.  Every muscle was tight with strain as he literally clung to the side of the wall by the shallowest of holds and on sheer, stubborn force of his will, alone.  He breathed out a shallow breath, craned his neck up to the ledge, now so tantalizingly close, and started his slow, painstaking scrabble up the wall almost vertical rock face. 

 

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It felt like he was taking hours to make upward progress, but Tom-Cat couldn’t afford to slip and slide back down to the bottom.  If he had to jump again, the goblins searching for him might be close enough for them to spot him as he leapt into the air.  His teeth are pressed tightly together as he pulls himself up another half an inch, holding himself up almost entirely by the tips of his fingers and toes, claws dug harshly into every tiny imperfection he could find in the rock.  He could hear the goblins getting closer below him.  He slammed his claws into another section of wall above him and continued to pull himself up inch by agonizing inch.  

 

Finally, he thought that he was in close enough range to the ledge - close enough that if he could dig his toes in firmly and jump up another 2 inches, he could grip its edge.  There was no real time to deliberate about it; somewhere below him, a party of harsh, angry voices was almost close enough to see him clinging to the wall.  If he missed this jump, he’d be in for a world of hurt.  Tom-Cat fixed his eyes onto the edge of the ridge and blocked out everything else.  He drove the claws of his feet hard into the wall, feeling his claws slide then catch firmly, holding him with solid footholds.  He readied himself, the muscles in his legs and back  as tense and stiff as tightly coiled springs.  With a low growl in his chest, he once more pushed up as hard as he could, his body extending to its full, long and lean length as he reached for the edge of the ledge.

 

He just managed to snag the edge with the hooks of his claws.  He immediately curved his hands into a tight grip, biting back a grunt of pain as his momentum was suddenly halted, the tips of his clawed fingers abruptly bearing the full brunt of his weight as he held fast to the end of the ledge, his body dangling out over open air.  He didn’t have time to register the pain or the sharp throb and warm wetness as he dug his clawed fingertips even deeper into the rocky edge and made them bleed.  With a firm handhold, Tom-Cat could easily hold his own weight for over 30 minutes on the strength of his arms alone.  This...was different.

 

He dug deep into his reserves and prepared for what he knew was coming.  Then, he began to pull himself by his claws, panting through the pain as they began to snap and tear off, one-by-one, the pain sharp and sudden as he dug the now-smooth tips of his bloodied and damaged fingers into the dirt and rock.  His claws would grow back within ten minutes, but the feeling of claws being twisted and pulled out by the root was a unique agony Tom-Cat wasn’t eager to repeat.   With another surge of strength, he bit back the sharp burn in his hands and pulled himself fully onto the ledge.  He scrambled fully onto it and then dropped down and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily as he lay flat and still, his ears twitching to follow the progress of the goblin search party as it passed directly under him no more than two seconds later.  He could hear dozens of goblins searching everywhere below him, though he breathed a silent sigh of relief that none of the creatures ventured very far down the corridor.

 

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Tom-Cat played it safe and waited about two hours until the sounds of searching and guttural speech had grown distant, before fading entirely, and then waited even longer as he listened to the absolute silence settle around him.  His claws had long since grown back, but he kept them safely sheathed. Then, with careful deliberation and the sureness of one who’d never questioned their balance, the assassin quickly made his way back to the estate, lightly leaping from ledge to ledge nearly the whole way back.  

 

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When he finally prowled back onto the estate grounds, he peeled off his bloody shirt and tossed it in the prismatic spring as he passed.  He didn't stop and watch as the multi-colored pool quickly dissolved the fabric of the shirt, highly caustic waters breaking it down thread by thread and shaking apart is atoms.  His skin was still shiny with sweat and his hands, especially the tips of his fingers, were covered in blood.  If anyone happened to look down, they might notice he was barefoot.

 

He felt safer back at the estate, yet immediately felt his hackles rise at the thick tension that suffused the air.  The seething anger in his chest returned in an instant, its fist clenching and unclenching  inside of him, the narrow yet broad span of his shoulders drawing taut as he felt himself growing closer to the house.  

 

He was so exhausted, yet he felt strung out and restless beyond reason; he knew sleep would be hard pressed to find him inside the house.  He pivoted on his heel and changed directions, walking a little ways from the house and towards an abandoned shed pushed up against one of the walls of the cave.  He didn’t go into the shed, and instead jumped lightly onto the flat span of its roof.  He tested the structure’s sturdiness, and, satisfied it would comfortably hold his weight, dropped down into a grateful sprawl as he sat and faced the main house.  He turned his attention elsewhere for a moment, slouching back before he settled more comfortably against the smooth, cold wall of the cave.

 

He bent a knee and felt himself go a little boneless as he slumped and tried, for a little while at least, to just find some type of respite, if not sleep,  in the stillness and the silence.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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Miiya

[OOC: from the Estate]

 

It was still dim with only the faintest glow from the night cycle of the glowing flora. Miiya had no idea how long before "day" it was. It could have been early morning or before midnight. She knew she was rushing, but the ache from her tied stub and the pinions pulled out of place was quite intense. It was affecting her judgement. She just wanted to get airborne if possible as soon as possible. 

Just prove yew can. 

Then maybe the nightmares would stop. 

Pausing at the end of the open field, Miiya extended her wings, gritting her teeth and stifling a cry. Okay, better use the bit, she thought, biting down on the rolled bandages. She gave an experimental flap and was glad of her decision as her teeth dug into the fabric. It hurt, but she thought she could handle it... probably. Encouragingly, she felt some lift from her left side, and the tied pinions held, for now.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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“Pain, Victor had learned, turned people into animals.” - V.E. Schwab, Vengeful

 

 

Tom-Cat has only been asleep for a criminally short amount of time, when, like the flip of a light switch, his eyes snap open and he’s suddenly awake.  It’s such an abrupt about-face with no real transition from sleep to waking, that he’s left feeling weirdly out of it, like his mind and body are just slightly out of alignment; everything is just a bit off, like the world took a collective half-step to one side the central axis. 

 

Or something.  He doesn’t know anymore.  He feels like the rug’s been pulled out from under him, sending him tumbling into an emotional freefall where nothing around him feels familiar and everything  is made of jagged edges. Everywhere he turns, he’s cut on another edge that slices as sharp as broken glass deep into the core of who he is...or at least who he thinks he is.  And each time it does, he leaves a bit more of himself behind, spilled across each uneven edge like wet smears of rich red paint.  

 

It’s possible he just needs some sleep.  

 

Why is he awake?

 

His first clue that something is wrong is when a flash of movement in the corner of his eye snags his attention, and he turns to see the Aeros girl stumbling away from the house in a frenetic rush.  He stares after her dully, almost uncomprehendingly as he tries to decide if he should follow her or not.  He’s about to dismiss her and simply let her be, not really wanting to deal with the anger and hurt and answering weal of, well, cattiness, that inevitably rises  like bile in his throat in reaction to the all-encompassing and mindless fear that seems to overtake her every synapse at the mere sound of his voice on the other side of a door.  He pauses, however, and he peers at her more closely; her face is sweaty and tight with pain, her eyes too-wide and almost wild  as she careens towards an open field with such frantic urgency, that he’s almost surprised she doesn’t trip over her own feet.

 

He’s already jumped down and is prowling silently after her before he’s made the conscious decision to follow her, his brain and body still not quite in sync.   He feels just a bit...off, the compounding pressure that’s been building in him ever since he stepped foot on that beach in Kiana creating invisible, hairline cracks in the bedrock of his composure.  The added weight of his own confusion and turbulent emotions has begun to flatten his capacity to care, his capacity to try, but it hasn’t been quashed entirely.

 

  At least not yet. 

 

He slows a bit as he comes closer to Miiya and sees what she’s doing, and doesn’t even notice the subtle shift in his gait, his eyes dilating as he fixes his gaze on the unnatural twitch and shift of her broken wing.  He can smell her sweat, taste it under his tongue; it makes his head muzzy and makes him crave things he doesn't know how to ask for and can't name, yet wants all the same.  He breathes faster, not really understanding what’s happening as her scent makes its way through his olfactory system.  It sets something purring deep down in that ancient and primal part of his mind, like a cat that's just discovered the Goldilocks zone of a windowsill napping spot that receives the perfect amount of warm, afternoon sun.  There's something luring about the scent that's both enticingly foreign and yet achingly familiar, like the faded memory of a childhood friend whose name was right there on the tip of your tongue, unremembered.

 

It was maddening, tantalizing, and Tom-Cat needed more.    

 

He slinks forward, only partially aware that he’s begun stalking the Aeros like prey, a curious tension running through him as he silently slips from the shadows, the smooth roll of his muscles reflecting only the sinuous and sure motion of a hunting predator.  There’s a singular focus in his eyes, something almost feral and possessive as they follow the fluttering twitch of her feathers as the girl runs and jumps, flapping her wings with painful grunts and hisses that are clear even through the wad of rolled up and dirty bandages she has clenched between her teeth. He can tell that she’s in real pain by the way she cringes, her mouth tightening as she leans into her mutilated wing, and as he studies the appendage, he starts to understand.

 

She’s done a hasty, desperate job of reattaching the shorn off tip, the parts crudely bound together with thread painstakingly woven in between the pinion feathers, fastened, and pulled torturously tight. Miiya makes another harrowing attempt to take flight, and as the assassin watches the way her wing and feathers move, the stuttering jerk of severed tendons and bruised muscle sends a sick thrill shooting through him.  Still, even he can tell that something’s not right with the wing, and as she crashes down again with a barely muffled, agonized scream, the distress in the after-echo of her cry manages to momentarily crack through the fog of his animal craving.  He watches another of her failed attempts to launch, this time really studying her overall appearance.

 

She looks truly wild, almost feverish with a type of mindless, frenzied desperation in the depths of her blown out, pain-ridden pupils that makes her appear half-crazed.  There’s a peculiar lack of focus in her gaze as he steps forward and makes his presence known that can only be delirium, though whether from a lack of sleep or soul-crushing grief, he can only guess.  Miiya looks up at him as he draws close, (so close; close enough to grab, to touch, to claim) her eyes fever-bright, the thumb-swipes of deep, sleepless purple-blue beneath each of them makes her appear pinched and drawn and far past the point of exhaustion.  It only serves to highlight the maniacal gleam in her wide-eyed gaze, and he glimpses a dangerous sort of desperation and violent anger roiling just beneath the surface of her glassy stare.

 

Tom-Cat has a single moment where he realizes that he’s not in the right frame of mind to be there, to watch this, when Miiya’s broken wing spasms involuntarily and causes her body to jerk like a puppet with cut strings.  Agony flashes across her face, a whimper shivering up her throat, unbidden. He twitches, a vicious and vital ache winding through him as he catches the fresh scent of adrenaline; it rushes through her veins in automatic response to the burst of pain, curling off of her skin like steam rising from the surface of a hot spring.  He can smell it on her, a perfume so distinctive and clear, that he might as well be standing mere inches, not feet, away from her.  Something within him lights up, even as his higher mind goes curiously blank, the scent of her sweat-slicked skin mixed with the heady smell of adrenaline acting like chloroform to his senses. 

 

He feels a bit punch-drunk, but not; something sharp buzzes in his blood, a current of something biting and electric surging through his skin until his nerve endings are hyper with sensitivity. 

 

His tail lashes, excitement shuddering up his spine like a bolt of lightning and rousing something ancient and instinctive, inside of him.  His ears perk forward as an electric thrill sends an imperceptible shiver through his body.  Distantly, he becomes aware of a crawling, slow-building heat that’s simmering in his veins like a distal lava flow.  All at once, his skin feels too tight, like it’s an ill-fitting, hand-me-down coat that’s two sizes too small.

 

“Are you here to make fun of me?” 

 

It takes him a moment to actually register the girl’s words, his mind consumed by all that’s inundating his senses and making his brain feel heavy with fog.  He blinks, though his own gaze is now bright and intense as he meets her eyes full on.  Miiya repeats the question, vehemently spitting the words at him like they could physically cut him, like she wanted them to punch through him until he hurt just as much as she did.  He breathes in a shallow breath, tasting her hurt and anger on the groove of his tongue.  It sends a current of bone deep tension thrumming through him, a quiet susurrus of electricity that spans through his empty spaces like chain lightning.  He draws closer, helpless to stop himself.

 

Tom-Cat’s eyes wander back to her mangled wing, cataloging every tiny spasm and small twitch that another person might miss entirely.  An almost indefinable feeling twists within him, filling him with a hungry, instinctual need to sink his fingers deep into her viscera and anoint himself in the heat and slickness.  He needs to feel the beat of her heart throb against his lifeline; he needs to feel it keep tempo with his own, steady, strong, and real.  He wants to possess, to guard jealousy; he wants to bite and leave marks, because he needs everyone else to see and know that she belongs to him. 

 

His yellow eyes fairly glow in the soft crystal phosphorescence of the cave as he once again looks at Miiya.  There’s something greedy and intense in the depths of his gaze, as if he wants to burn her from the inside out, lick flames into every hidden place within her and leave his mark branded onto the surface of her bones.  Finally, he answers her, his voice thick and rough, his words couched by an unusual, yet pleasant purr that softens their edges.  The tip of his tail flicks restlessly behind him.

 

No, Teleskela,he almost croons it, his lips pulling back from his teeth in what might be a grin or an animalistic snarl wearing one as sheep’s clothing.  He leans forward, though stops just outside of piercing the bubble of her personal space.  His eyes never leave hers.  “I don’t want you to give up.” His impulse control is at an all time low, and he doesn’t even think before he reaches up and curves his hand over the jut of her good wing, his fingers ghosting down over the feathers.  He drops it and shifts his gaze to the damaged left wing, before sliding his eyes back to hers.  He gives her a meaningful look.  

 

I think you should trrry again.

 

He feels weirdly feverish and still a little off. Tiredness and emotional exhaustion continue to wind within him, pulling heavily at his every empty space and lowering his guard, obliterating inhibition. It feels like there’s a spider web of ever-widening cracks in the dam of his control, weakening his will to hold back the tide of base animal instincts and dark impulses that are always there, pressed deeply into the darkest folds of his mind.

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Miiya

It wasn't working.

No matter how fast she ran, no matter what technique she used, she couldn't get a positive rate of climb. Hard flaps, soft flaps, high angle of attack, low angle, it didn't matter. There was not enough wing left to bear her up. Even dancing did not avail her. 

Panting, covered with sweat, half from exertion, half from pain, she stopped at the end of the field, only just now becoming aware of Tom-Cat watching her futile efforts. 

She did not want him here. 

She did not want anyone to see this.

"Well?" She spat, holding the roll of bandages in one hand, thinking about throwing them at him. Anger and pain transformed her voice into a hiss through gritted teeth. This was dangerous. They were alone here, Myrae (as if she'd do anything but join in) and Mister TonDen were not around. As ever, something predatory lurked in the stare, from those lambent yellow eyes, she was afraid to meet. But now she was nearly beyond caring. She could not fly. She could not sleep. She was going to die down here in this miserable hole of beautiful dangers. What did it matter if she were eaten by a stupid mushroom landshark or had her throat cut for insulting an assassin?

There was that pet name again. Eyes downcast, because--angry as she was--Miiya was not used to showing her defiance in a household where raising your gaze or your voice could earn you a beating, Miiya's shoulders twitched involuntarily at the sound of it. I'm not your little...

Was he saying something... encouraging?

Miiya closed her eyes and had to resist the urge to flatten her good wing tight against her back as she felt the heat from his almost-touch. "Don't..." She almost-breathed. Miiya felt a rush of confusion--warring with mistrust, warring with hope--still her breath and lifting her attention from the ground as she reopened her eyes. 

That button is undone.

Yeah, attraction was involved in the war as well, she admitted to herself as she finally met his gaze.

What she saw there drained all those wantful emotions away.

"Y-you're... enjoying this!?" Miiya felt as if someone had stolen the air from her lungs as she backed away from Tom-Cat, but she couldn't admit place just why. It was not as though she did not know such sadism lived in the hearts of men. Sen had warned her, Cahron had warned her, and she oft told herself. Don't trust. Stay safe. Guard yourself. 

But even so, even as she'd flattened herself in the corner of her room, even as she'd hidden beneath his comforter and wished him away, there'd been that little spark of hope. "Maybe he's not a monster. Maybe we could be... "

Oh my god. What a little fool.

Stupid

 trash.

After guttering uncertainly for days, that candle went out. What Tom-Cat would see in Miiya's horrified expression was only the writhing smoke of disgust curling from the wick, extinguished by his monstrousness.

Miiya did throw the bandage, blackened and stained with her blood, at Tom-Cat. It unwravelled like her nascent hope, a fluttering banner between them that settled to the mossy ground as she turned on her heel with a snarl. "Fine, then: watch me," scum.

As Miiya dropped into a three-point sprinter's stance, her heart beat--one great squeeze--with all chambers forcing her thickened too-oxygenated blood through artery, vein, and capillary, and she lauched. 

Aeros were not built for running. Even a long year on the road, often walking with the grounders, in their worm lands, had done little to thicken Miiya's gazelle legs. Yet, she had the spring-like joints evolved for hard landings amidst the crags of her ancestors' homeland, she had the fast-twitch sprint muscle bundles now driving her toward the cliff at meadow's edge, and she had the ability to dance. 

Wings tight against her back, Miiya approached the yawning chasm at speed. It was not a tall cliff, but maybe it was tall enough. Below, after a jumbled rubble of rocks, the great roaring torrent of the river that drained the lake fed by the waterfall sky, rushed between the sheer walls of its canyon. Reduce drag, more speed, here it comes! 

Miiya was almost at the edge when her arm was nearly yanked from it's socket. The dim underground world tilted crazily as she was whipped around from her headlong leap. It was him! She did not have time to even register the expression on his face. She saw foot... claws? dig long trenches in the mossy rock, wirey muscles flex and bunch, absorbing the shock as she pivoted and slammed into him. If words were said, she did not have time to comprehend them. Too close! Too slow! It was too late to abort her takeoff leap, they were going over, entangled in a violent collision, heads-down plummeting toward the rocks at the base of the cliff!

Tom-Cat might be a master assassin. He might have the muscle control to dance on the razor's edge scale a sheer wall, or leap between buildings. He might even be in perfect control of his landings, but he clearly didn't know much about flying. She wasn't sure, but he seemed to be trying to throw her into the river. That would mean he'd surely hit the rocks. 

Yeah. No. The cliff isn't that short, arfline.

Miiya might hate and fear Tom-Cat. She might be disgusted by the monster she'd just seen inside him. She might be hurt, and sleep-deprived, and more than a little crazy right now, but she was not a killer. Dropping a flightless foe on rocks was murder. Aeons of instinct informed her even before her conscious mind caught up with what was happening. 

Tom-Cat was strong, but Miiya was dancing. She reversed his grip, and clamped a hand like an iron band on his opposite arm. She entangled their legs even as he tried to kick her clear. "STOP!" Was the one word she managed to get out, that quickly became a screech of pain as her wings snapped full open. 

Her left wing was a stub, but it was not gone. It might not produce enough lift to fly, but she could still maneuver. Miiya rolled head's-up and pulled up. Even with two full wings and three other Aeros assisting, there was no chance of lifting Tom-Cat, but she could bend their trajectory enough to get him clear of the rocks. Every snapshot instant of time, she knew exactly where his free-fall would end. 

Miiya did not release Tom-Cat as soon as she was sure he would land in the water; she needed the additional speed from his mass. When she did drop him, she unabashedly kicked away from the catling, giving herself her very best chance at flight. Miiya beat hard at the air, ignoring the firey lances of pain from her left side, she pitched her wings at greater and greater angles of attack.

It did not make any difference. 

She could sense, in her sinuses, even without seeing, that she never achieved a negative sink rate. Then, just above the water's surface, in the midst of one last desperate effort to rise, her entire left side lost lift. The tied pinions had snapped. Miiya rolled and pitched head-first into the raging torrent. 

She hit the water reasonably slow. Slow enough not to cause any damage crashing with wings fully extended. Despite being recently-oiled, her feathers immediately saturated, and Miiya broke the surface in the midst of her wings acting as a great wet blanket. She did not sink, but neither could she swim. The water was shockingly cold and the great torrent was violent with the speed of its passage between the tall cliffs. The splashing waves and constricting cold seemed intent on denying her the breath she needed to replace the oxygen she had burned in her attempt to fly.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious, Hurt Feline

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*Taking the plunge into the unknown* 

 

Everyone has some kind of trauma in their past, be it mild, severe, or utterly devastating; everyone has them.  No matter how small, each trauma experienced leaves a scar, be it seen or unseen, on the tome of who you are.  They’re the rips, creases, and torn pages in your history. 

Tom-Cat had whole chapters of wrecked pages in his book, starting at chapter eight. There are pages missing corners and pages partially torn or ripped out whole, leaving only a thin strip of jagged paper near the spine.  There’s pages that’ve been creased over, and over, and over, the paper now thin and soft and pulpy.  There’s pages with ink smeared by long-dried tears and the red-brown stains of smeared fingerprints.  There’s countless pages with summaries written in the smell of copper and in the patterns of dried blood sprayed across the paper.  

However, there are pages in his book that Tom-Cat doesn’t like to turn to, recalling them as vividly as if the words had been freshly inked. He doesn’t like the pages that are pockmarked with circular burns, and has paper that smells faintly of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and ash.  He avoids any page that has notes scribbled into the margins, words written in slashes of red ink that say: beautiful boy, so pretty, little heartbreaker, Daddy's perfect tool, worthless, whore — only good for one thing

Miiya will never know because Tom-Cat will never tell her, but the way she looked at him in horror, with her eyes filled with censure and disgust, and in such pure disdain, looking down on him and everything he was, hurt him more deeply than he will ever voice.  Monster. Scum.  Worthless.  It snapped him right out of his feral state and he actually flinched as if her look had stabbed a dagger into the center of his chest.  

In an instant there were another ten pages to his book and a wound deep, deep within him, closest to who he truly was; a wound that is gnarled and tough and has been scarred over too many times, was reopened.  And at that moment, he hates her, and he knows that some part of him always will.  No matter what she says, he will never forget the way she looked at him...and he despises her for it.  

He steps back, feeling too raw, his chest too tight, and he wants her to go over the cliff.  He wants her to try to fly, so she could fall and die screaming, broken and in agony.  So she would know the level of hurt she caused him.  If she was always going to see him as a monster, as scum, then why should he act any other way? He’s shaking with the force of her silent rebuke.  

As he watches her get closer to the edge, something else within him rears up and sinks its fangs into his heart, making something twist painfully in his chest.  It clashes with the raw, exposed nerve-ending hurt he’s feeling, searing through his self-pity and insecurity with fist that yanks on his solar plexus and feels like a slap to the face.  It tells him he is not a monster.  It tells him that she is young, grief-stricken, scared, and goddamn stupid.  It tells him that she is not okay, that she is lost, that she is alone.  It tells him that he can be better, that he can show her that he is not what she thinks he is; that he can try to be something else.  It tells him that he can be something else, that he is not broken beyond repair.

It tells him that he will regret it for the rest of his life, if he simply allows her to die when he could have done something.  And as he watches her get closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, it feels like he can’t breathe, because he knows with a certainty that’s startling, that if she goes over the edge and dies, some abstract part of him will die with her.  If she goes over, he goes over.  

Fear drenches him.  It’s the fear of loss, that he might lose her and some part of himself.  It’s the fear of failure, that his own crippling weaknesses and old traumas  won’t let him move on; that they will always grip him, rule him, hurt him.  He’s filled with fear; he doesn’t want to be.

He grabs her, tries to hold on, but the momentum they’ve both built up is too great.

They both go over the edge of the cliff and the only thing he can think about as she corrects his fall trajectory to land him in the river, is that he wishes she’d just let him break upon the rocks.

 

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He hit the frigid waters at a decent velocity, even with the Aeros’ assistance, but he was prepared for it.  He knew that his biology and naturally burning hot body temperature would help to insulate him from the initial shock of the cold, which was the most dangerous part of falling into icy water.  The shock to the system is why most people drown.  The freezing water instantly seizes the joints, the shock of the sudden cold is painful and abrupt as an icicle punched straight through the chest.  The cold bites down on every nerve ending, sharp and all-consuming as a thousand and one needles stab into the skin and pierce the veins with sharp chips of ice.  The shock of hitting the water usually robs all people of the ability to think, let alone move.

Luckily Tom-Cat avoids most of that, but he knows that he can’t stay in the icy water too long.  He resurfaces in a fast moving current, and suddenly there’s no room in his heart or head for hurt feelings: he doesn’t see her.  He tries to tamp down his panic, fear rising like bile in his throat, as he scans the rapidly flowing water.  He catches a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye and turns his head in time to see a copper-colored wing disappear beneath the surface.

"NO!He doesn’t remember screaming it, but the sound rips from him without consent.  He’s a good swimmer, strong, but he can only fight against the current for so long.  She’s only a few strokes away and Tom-Cat lets instinct take over, not trusting the trend of his thoughts.  There’s still anger seething in him and a yawning chasm of hurt that will take some time for him to stitch back closed.  He needs to focus on one thing at a time.

He dives under the surface of the river and looks around, fighting through the pain of the icy water in his eyes, and he sees her.  In less than two seconds, he has his arms looped under both her armpits and he kicks off from the bottom of the river, hard.  They break the surface with twin gasps of air, the coldness of the water in their lungs making them tight and difficult to draw breath into.  He doesn’t say anything to her as the current sends them speeding downriver, but when he turns his head to see where they’re going, he curses.  They’re careening towards an ice wall, the water flowing under it and into a low tunnel.  He can’t tell if there will be an air pocket and doesn’t know how long they will be under.

KWESH!he hisses it.  He wraps his tail securely around Miiya’s waist and changes his hold on her, pulling her in with an arm like an steel band around her torso to keep her tight against him.  There’s no time to think as he turns them and angles his body to ensure that any obstacles in the current will strike him first, before surging up and slamming a hand into the low ice wall that marks the entrance to the tunnel.  He spreads his fingers and digs his claws deep into the frozen overhang, grunting as he fights against the relentless current, every muscle straining with effort as he struggles to keep them both above surface of the torrential waters rushing over them. 

“DEEP BREATH! I can’t--”  His claws begin to slip, the current just too strong for him to hold them both in place.  He doesn’t have time to see if she heard him or heeded him.  As he feels his grip on the ice wall slip, he sucks a huge breath into his lungs.

With one last, violent tug, the fast-moving current rips the pair under the wall and into the tunnel.

 

[OOC: Tom-Cat and Miiya sluicing to The Ice Caves Under Duskhill & the Surrounding Caverns]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (34/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN EXTERMINATION (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: Cliffhanger (★1/2) -PowderKeg (★1/2/3) - Hypothermia (4/5/6) - Imprint (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING:(1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls 1st Kiss Makeouts & Memories Laughter & Kisses Eros & Hormones Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Goodbyes, & Catboy Abduction Love Poem No, no, no...
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder
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Miiya

Miiya struggled to make any progress against, with, or sidewise to the current, but she was dragging twice her own weight in waterlogged feathers. 

Also Aeros don't swim.

Then there were arms around her, bouying her to the surface. She took a breath, caught a glimpse of a clawed hand gouging long furrows in the ice as frigid water gushed into her ears, over her eyes nose and mouth. She could hear muffled intelligible shouts. The Aeros girl caught a half-breath before they were sucked under the ice. 

In the dense air of the underneath, that was more than enough. 

For a while.

To: The Ice Caves


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The TonDen


[OOC: Miiya & TonDen from the Hidden Estate of Duskhill]

Here.” The golem of The Blue Ash had continued to stride through the cave forest at fantastic speed for a while after Miiya’s inquiry. It had spent the time formulating an answer to her question, as well as turning over some new thoughts. “This is a place I found when yew told me I should go exploring. I thought yew might like it.” The TonDen paused. “Does it please yew?”

The pair had stopped atop a rise of rocky cave floor that elevated them well above the giant mushroom caps of the fungal forest. The rise jutted out into the cataract-fed lake, sheer cliffs dropping to the crystal clear water below. From this vantage point, the entirety of the giant cavern was visible, from the walls rising out of the misty distance to the surrounding fungal forest with its oddly luminescent patches. The bottom of the lake, too, was revealed from this height, and observers could view the fantastic aquatic world of flashing submarine creatures and glowing subterranean corals. The outflow channel of the lake cut against one side of the moss-covered promontory, the distant roaring of its rapids and cascades providing a soothing background of whitewater noise.

“I think I would like to have another swim.” Said The TonDen after Miiya dismounted and removed her picnic basket. After the Aeros’ acknowledgement, the golem abruptly stumped to the edge of the cliff and lept out into space, plummeting a rather dramatic distance before breaking the surface of the lake with a tremendous splash. 


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