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HEALING SPA & BATH HOUSE - Resort & Recreational District [Shaarn Anthos]


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Healing Spa & Bath House [SHAARN Anthos]

Shaarn Anthos

[Resort & Recreational District]

From: CENTRAL NEXUS

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HEALING SPA

&

BATH HOUSE

- Open to the public -


 

Shaarn's world-renowned Healing Spa is known throughout all of Ufaeria and beyond, for the restorative and therapeutic quality of its curative waters, as well as the skills of the numerous doctors, nurses, and healers on staff.  The Healing Spa is comprised of six central healing pools located in the main building, with areas to each side for one to partake in a variety of therapeutic treatments and massages.  The upper level is for more private consultations with doctors and specialists, where more advanced injuries and ailments may be treated. 

While the main healing pools are generally open to the public on different days, there are rooms with private healing pools (some more potent than others) that can be utilized for those who are able to pay the fees or have been granted special access by one of the doctors or someone who sits on the Shaarn Tribunal. These private healing spas may be rented by the hour or day and automatically come with a free consultation with one of the doctors and therapists who work within the Healing Spa.

The Healing Spa is connected to the Shaarn Bath House, with a large, open-air courtyard separating the two buildings.  The Shaarn Bath House is set up in a similar fashion, with a main area that is open to the public and private rooms available for rent.   


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Healing Spa - MAIN

Healing Spa (SHAARN) (6)

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Bath House - MAIN

Public Bathing Pools (SHAARN Anthos)

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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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 - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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SHAARN BATH HOUSE

The attendants at the Bath House passed the time relaxing and chatting with one another at the front desk, occasionally pausing to do actual work as they greeting visitors to the communal baths.  They only had two people booked out for a private bath today, and so kept an eye out for the Drowess and an exotic hybrid (or so they'd been told) to arrive sometime later that afternoon. 

It didn't matter who arrived first--once they entered, an attendant would promptly guide them to the changing area where their weapons would be safely locked away and their clothing exchanged for a bathrobe and towel.  Then they would lead their guest to the private bathing pool that has been booked for that afternoon.


Private Bathing Pool

Bathing Pool (SHAARN) (5)
 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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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 - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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From: Her room at the Hotel Charmineux

It wasn’t often one got an invitation from a ghost, Myrae reflected as she drifted about the private bath. That was a bit of a misnomer. This was a pool, larger than most public baths of the outlying caverns of Botherel, if not those of the (poorer districts of the) capitol, itself. Maybe she should swim laps.

Nah.

She imagined mittens was not particularly pleased to be left for dead, and then have his little budalla of a girlfriend done the same way. Well, that was tough shu. They’d all likely to be nice and cozied-up together in Puff’s belly by now, if she hadn’t executed their escape in the exact vithed-up way she had. 

Maybe that’s why he wanted to meet. See if she was prescient about he and the featherbrain’s relationship as she had--accidentally--been about miraculously getting their herd of tetzozo’s to Sharnn in one-ish pieces.

 


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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Is it possible to succeed without any act of betrayal?

– Jean Renoir 

 


[OOC: from Shaarn Nalos: The Scratching Post—BOTTOM LEVEL]

 

It was early afternoon when the open-topped coach pulled up outside of the famous Shaarn Anthos Healing Spa & Bath House, amidst a steady stream of carriages and foot traffic as visitors went to and fro.  Tom-Cat took a moment to take in a pair of grandiose, white marble fountains sculpted into the twin figures of mermaids, that flanked the smooth, white and gold flecked granite columns which marked the compound’s entrance.

He glanced down at the padlocked and secured, thick leather duffle bag that Gianna had given him to carry the ridiculous generous  amount of malda he’d received in exchange for the loot he’d fenced.  He just barely managed to suppress a smirk as he thought, not for the first time, about the deal he’d negotiated—it’d been the equivalent of highway robbery.  The catling didn’t know what rank Desmond Sinclair held in the Monstrum Vernandi, but it must’ve been high enough within the guild hierarchy to have utterly terrified the fence with whom Tom-Cat had been put into contact.  Truth be told, there hadn’t been any negotiation—the fence had accepted the initial, almost insultingly outrageous price that Tom-Cat had named, having fully expected for it to be scoffed at and countered at a quarter of what he’d asked.  He’d gone into it with the goal of accepting at least half of his original ask (which would have been more than fair), or even better, three-quarters of his original offer, which would have been considered generous, but not an outright loss for the fence. 

The fence hadn’t even tried to argue.  He’d simply agreed to the catling’s opening price. 

Such was the reputation of the Monstrum Vernandi.  

Tom-Cat hefted the heavy duffle as Mick came around to the side of the coach and opened the door for him, looping the strap over his shoulder as he exited.  As before, the catboy reached into a slim pouch on his weapon harness and pulled out a Krowne which he flipped to Mick, who caught it with a look of surprise.  Two Krownes from a single fare? It was generous, to say the least, but Mick wasn’t in the business of complaining about a turn of good fortune, so to speak.  He nodded to the exotic pretty boy; he understood.  He’d wait for the catling.

I’ll wait fer yew in the carriage lane,” Mick said, indicating the area with a jerk of his thumb.  “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Tom-Cat nodded in approval.  “It shouldn’t take too long,” he said, his grey-furred tail undulating in lazy patterns through the air behind him.  “I want to rrreturrrn to my Teleskela, soonerrr  rrratherrr than laterrr.”  With that, the catboy disappeared into the establishment, still deciding on how he was going to approach this meeting with Myrae.

 

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Given Myrae’s propensity for underhanded tactics and dirty fighting (not unlike himself) he decided that a blitzkrieg was the best course of action.  He just wanted to make a point: she was alive because of him.  He had kept Miiya, alive and whole, and ferried her to the floating mountain so the Aeros could be the mouthpiece for the Drowess’ evocation.  He had bought them time by taking the dragon’s eye, and inadvertently by driving them forward in his relentless pursuit of his bondmate through the tangled roads.  

Myrae owed him two lives.  One for the life he’d given, and one for the life she had left to die, abandoned and alone in the endless dark of the UnderNeath.  

And he meant to collect what he was owed, one way or another.  

He didn’t jookan care if she’d fallen in love with the big dull, kothare corape of an Uman. (And what a pathetic way for such a wild woman to be tamed, anyway.)  He didn’t care if leaving Miiya behind had been a tactful decision.  He wanted his pound of flesh and he meant to take it—he’d carve it from her bones if he had to. 

When Tom-Cat stalked prey, he was a ghost that prowled through the underbrush.  There was no difference now as he watched Myrae float about in the giant sized bathing pool (he’d chosen this particular bath for its remoteness in the facility), smoothly drawing closer in the same way that fog rolled into a harbor.  

The fog rolls in on little cat feet…

His pounce was perfect.  

Barring a truly extraordinary circumstance to screw things up, Tom-Cat’s pounce would carry through the air to a point directly behind Myrae, wherein he’d enter the water with a very small splash as he fell upon her immediately.  He sought to lock her down with his legs around her waist in a vice-like hold, his knees perfectly positioned under the ribs to squeeze and deny one the ability to draw air into their lungs—in the same way a snake constricts its prey.  In the same movement he’d attempt to lock down her arm, hooking an arm through hers and twisting up her elbow as he gripped her hair, keeping her arm trapped between their bodies.  Finally, he’d unsheathe the claws of his free hand and would seek to grip her throat with the points digging into her skin in clear warning, but stopping short of actually drawing blood. 

If all went according to plan, Tom-Cat would say his piece. 

Shut up and listen, Myrrrae–ana,” he snarled, the beginnings of a growl starting to thrum deep in his chest.  “I’m going to ask you a question and yourrr answerrr will decide whetherrr I kill you herrre and now, orrr whetherrr I sparrre yourrr life.”  The felinoid assassin dropped his voice to a smooth, deadly serious register that made a shiver go down the spine.  “Whetherrr I sparrre yourrr life, Myrrrae…and then burrrn it all down sometime in the nearrr orrr distant futurrre, when you arrre at yourrr happiest point.”  He paused, his tone dipping into a soft, dark purr as he spoke near her ear.  “Maybe it will happen when you’ve trrruly fallen in love and have settled down.  Maybe it will come  afterrr you’ve starrrted a family, and experrrience the kind of joy that can only be felt by a motherrr for herrr children.”  He took a slow breath.  “I don’t jookan carrre,” he stated coldly.  “Whateverrr it is, wheneverrr you’ve rrreached that point when happiness has settled deep into yourrr being, when you don’t think you couldn’t be any happierrr than you arrre at that point, that is when I will come forrr youThat is when I will take it all  away.”  Tom-Cat’s grip on her throat tensed, just a little, the tips of his claws drawing tiny beads of blood.

Do you underrrstand?” he hissed.  “This I prrromise you,” he said, his legs locking in even tighter as she drew in a breath.  “As a prrrofessional courrrtesy,” he sneered, “I’ll give you a chance to change my mind.  But firrrst, answerrr this forrr me: Do you love him? Was he worrrth brrreaking the Life Debt you owed to me and my Teleskela, to save his life and the jookan lives of some goddamned worrrthless strrrangerrrs you just met?”  Tom-Cat spat, as he felt anger and hate for the three budalls that had found them at Duskhill, bolt hotly through him.

Answerrr carrrefully,” he warned.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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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 - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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"And what will she think of yew, then?" Myrae whispered in response to the catling's threats, the corners of her lips curling into a smirk made no less infuriating for the lines of discomfort of the stress position in which Tom-Cat had locked her. "Yer Teleskela?"


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“A cat is more intelligent than people believe and can be taught any crime.”

– Mark Twain

 

Tom-Cat narrowed his eyes, his ears instantly flattening as his lips curled into an absolutely animalistic snarl of hate and anger at Myrae’s words.  The helpless growl low in his chest rose in intensity, his pupils thinning into feral slits as the catling fought with the animal in his skin that wanted to burst forth and rend the skwitch  from limb to limb.  His fangs sharpened and the Tom-Cat had the sudden, intense urge to bite the Drowess and leave a permanent reminder to her and any of her future lovers that he’d marked his the territory, first.  It would be a petty and a majorly kar move, and even knowing that, the catling still had to bear down on the urge to do it anyway.

 

He took a deep breath and spoke through tightly gritted teeth.  “Do you think I carrre?” he growled.  “She’s my bondmate, Myrrrae!” For a second, Tom-Cat seemed a little at a loss, the tension in his body lessening for a moment before it returned.  “Fine, now you know,” he muttered, disgusted with both himself and the smirking Drowess.  “I automatically bonded with herrr—she’s my trrrue mate.  And…” he paused, feeling a pang in his chest as he always did when he thought about it.  “...and she doesn’t know,” he said, trailing off.  He tightened his grip on Myrae’s long, white hair.

 

Now that you know,” he hissed.  “You know that you should alrrready be dead.  That’s what a good mate would do to the perrrson who left theirrr  bondmate to die alone in the darrrk.”  A snarl escaped him and Tom-Cat felt animalistic rage burn through his veins like a flash fire.  He swallowed it down, if barely.  “But you’rrre rrright, my Teleskela is a betterrr perrrson then eitherrrr of us and she wouldn’t want you to die, no matterrr how much I think you deserrrve it.

 

Tom-Cat remained locked up with Myrae for a moment longer, before abruptly releasing her in an explosion of movement as he used the Drowess to springboard back and away from her.  He leaned back against the edge at the far side of the pool, watching her with hard, yellow-gold eyes.  “I just neverrr expected to be stabbed in the back overrr a big lekk,” he said scornfully.  “Is that rrreally all it took to domesticate and tame you, Myrrrae?”  He shook his head, unsure of what was sadder, that the Drowess would betray him and Miiya over a good lay or that she let herself be domesticated by such a dull budall.  “Kwesh! What do you two even talk about? He’s breathtakingly dumbKeh, I thought you werrre betterrr than catching feelings  over a good lay.”

 

The catling knew he wasn’t necessarily—or at all—being fair, but it was difficult to be when he still felt the heat of his simmering anger down in his bones.  Still, it had lessened some.  Just a bit.  Just enough for him to give Myrae a sharp, cutting smile that was mostly teeth.  “But whateverrr," he said dismissively.  "I didn’t set up this meeting to discuss yourrr  borrring futurrre of domestic  mundanity 'bliss'  with an exceptionally dull  slab of Meat.”  He paused and looked away, the shapely line of his jaw tense.  He went on to explain how much Myrae was going to get as her cut from the fenced loot, before divulging how much he’d gotten from the fence.  With a slightly more genuine grin and a dry chuckle, Tom-Cat said, “It was basically highway rrrobberrry.”  If Myrae were to ask how he'd basically robbed the fence, Tom-Cat would offer a brief explanation about Madam Gianna Valentina's adoration of him and how the brothel Madam put him in contact with someone from the Monstrum Vernandi, who in turn hooked him up with the fence. 

 

He lapsed into silence for a moment.

 

By the way, you smell like a Meat brrrothel,” he stated.  

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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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 - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Myrae

The drowess stumbled in the pool but caught herself before she got another dunking. Turning, she watched Tom-Cat flatten himself against the far side of the bath still hissing and spitting. 

Like a frightened kitten. 

The drowess couldn’t help it. Something about being here, around all these people, was making her soft, was making her feel. It was long past time to get away from this place, to get back to Duskhill. 

She looked at Tom-Cat with haunted eyes and saw--not the furious assassin he wanted her to see, but the hurt and angry boy caged in the shifting bones and walls of blades. But that boy did still have those claws and blades. Wading over to him as she did, enfolding him in her arms and gently pressing his head to her bosom was risking a disemboweling. She did so, all the same. 

Yew died, TC.” Myrae whispered. “And then she died. I knew we were going to lose some, and I wouldn’t have chosen it to be either one of yew, but it was not my choice to make. That’s what happens sometimes.” If he were quiet against her, Tom would hear the ghostly echoes of the drowess’s destroyed vocal cords where there had once been rich magick-laden thrum of her voice in her chest. “I’m sorry for that.” 

Despite her state of undress and that of the catboy, there was only matronly fondness in Myrae’s embrace and eventual disengagement. She left a hand on Tom-Cat’s shoulder as she stepped back from him--having held the hug until his body told hers he was okay to be on his own again. “Yew kids have got a long hard road ahead of yew.” Myrae sighed. There was a lot more she could have said, but none of it would help, and some of it could harm. “It might help if yew didn’t go chasing after that worlde-ending witch.” But, honestly, Irihi was probably the least of their problems. 

In her time observing the interactions of birdbrain and fluffypuss, without intent, Myrae had sussed out the rough edges the two juveniles were blind to. Besides evocation, that was her talent; reading people and knowing just what they needed--what buttons to push to get them to fall in love, hate, lust, or whatever lever she needed to pump them for what Botherel demanded. Yet just as surely as she could see square peg and round hole, she knew telling this lovesick catman about it would do no one any good. There was a jagged and painful path he and Miiya needed to walk, and there was not much Myrae could do to shorten or straighten it.

Tom Cat revealed that he had already fenced the rest of the treasure from the Sulust, for an exceptionally good price. That he was sharing as much as he was with Myrae was a bit of a surprise--unless you considered that she had exchanged The Claw for their lives and Miiya’s sky. When Myrae had first concocted the scheme to recover the legendary weapon, she had thought she might, perhaps, buy her way back into the good graces of The Sisterhood with it. She had long since recognized that as an impossibility. The Claw would make its own way back to The Mother Church without Myrae. That it had done her companions some good along the way gave the drowess a sense of wry satisfaction. 

“Thanks.” Myrae summed up her entire opinion of Tom-Cat’s exceptional generosity--in the face of being left for dead--with a single sardonic syllable. Of his comments to her own relationship choices she did not deign to speak. The absolute revulsion, of every sensibility of her kind, that Rigel triggered was much more thrilling than any opinion held by the assassin. The jaded drowess needed to discuss her relationships with her junior like she needed a hole in the head. TC, on the other hand, seemed like he might need a sympathetic ear.

Myrae sat at the edge of the pool, legs in the water. “Now, do you want to talk about it?” She offered, and the line of her lips, the lift of her brow, spoke to the absolute and unquestionably honest and privileged nature of the conversation Myrae was offering. This convincing concern, of course, was something the drowess could easily fake. 

But she wasn’t. 


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TOM CAT

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“Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.” 

Linda Hogan

 

The tenderness of the Drowess’ embrace pulled at the stitches of a wound he still carried deep in his core, triggering something within a long-buried and desecrated place within him that had been neglected and touch-starved for nine long years.  Touch-starved wasn’t exactly correct; he’d endured had too much an abundance of touch and physical contact over the course of being remade.  No, he hadn’t been so much touch-starved, as he’d been deprived of affectionate touch and of physical contact that was actually wanted.  He’d been bereft of touch that didn’t carry with it the expectation of reciprocity.  He’d been robbed of the type of physical contact that wasn’t  immediately hurtful, shameful, humiliating, or callous.  He’d been so thoroughly denied any contact containing real warmth or tenderness, that he’d simply believed that he was unworthy of it—of compassion and affection.  

Worthless little whore.  What makes you think you’re worthy of it now

And even though it was sometimes still a struggle to open himself up enough to accept kindness and affection from those outside of his family, right then the catling was simply too overcome with everything that's recently happened—as well as everything currently happening and everything that was to come.  Myrae’s hug and words disarmed him, her underlying sardonic attitude and the genuine compassion he felt as she held him reminding him so much of both Chatte and Cheshire, that he felt devastated, heartsick, and alone, all at once.  He felt weak and pathetic…

…but he also felt safe.  Somehow he knew with a certainty he felt in his bones, that right now Myrae wouldn’t hurt him; she wouldn’t weaponize his moment of weakness and use it against him.  She wasn’t looking to cause him unnecessary harm.  

Tom-Cat relaxed within the circle of Myrae’s arms as the fight seemed to rush out of him all at once. The catboy suspected that he was being given a glimpse of the Drowess that people rarely saw: the side of her that was, if not fully unguarded, then less tightly bound by artifice.  

Maybe it was that glimpse, along with her unexpected, heartfelt hug, and the note of sincerity that rang clear in her voice, but Tom-Cat suddenly felt exposed and young and out of his depth (which he was);  he felt overwhelmed in a way that he’d never experienced before, like he would crumble under the weight of all that was on his shoulders. 

Myrae wasn’t a confidant he would have considered before now, but if the assassin knew nothing else about the Drowess, he knew this: she had been—she was—an excellent spy.  For years she brokered the currency of secrets and information, and a Botharel spy who snitched or leaked information did not live long enough to make second and third mistakes.  

Trust never came easily to people in their knife-edged line of work, and it was no different for the catling.  In spite of that, Tom-Cat trusted his instincts.  He knew that Myrae would keep anything that passed between them safe; he trusted that she would not divulge what he told her in careless pillow talk.

Tom-Cat took a deep breath and let himself relax back against the side of the pool next to where Myrae sat, with his shoulder pressed lightly, yet firmly against her leg in an unconscious confirmation, affirmation, and establishment of their nascent bond that had grown beyond work associates—so to speak.   His thoughts kept returning to the words, “Yew died TC.  And then she died.”   Tom-Cat then found himself talking before he’d even realized it. 

I don’t know how much you know about me and my siblings,” he began, his voice low but sure.  “But you’ve prrrobably hearrrd of ourrr Fatherrr, Tievel Pelagatti, Esquirrre.  He was…” Tom-Cat paused, a deep ‘V’ forming between his brows as he thought about his Father. 

He frowned down into the clear waters.  “...He was a crrruel, sick man,” he said at last, stating it bluntly.  The line of his jaw was hard.  “But he was worrrlde-rrreknowned forrr his work in the field of trrransgenesis orrr  genetic engineerrring, specifically forrr his rrresearrrch that blended gene splicing with some kind of magic.”  The catling glanced at Myrae.  “That’s why my siblings and I even exist—Fatherrr  crrreated us”  

Tom-Cat  glanced away and fell silent for a moment, as a distant and haunted expression fell over his features.  “Anyway, none of that’s imporrrtant,” he said, shrugging absently.  He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, obviously struggling to voice what he wanted to say.  “I…was…crrreated to be the perrrfect tool forrr Fatherrr, a-and…” he said in an even tone, before trailing off.   When he spoke again, his voice was curiously hollow.   “...and forrr otherrrs.”  

The catboy lapsed into a silence for a minute, not looking at Myrae as he watched something in his mind’s eye that only he could see.  After a moment he gave a small jerk, like someone abruptly woken up from a dream.  He ran a hand through his wet hair and unwittingly leaned a little more against the Drowess’ leg, mindlessly seeking comfort from physical contact.  

 

Taking the eye of that jookan wingless wonderrr wasn’t the firrrst time I’ve died.” 

 

The statement was abrupt and without preamble; it hung heavily in the air between them.  The assassin turned and peered at Myrae from beneath the thick fringe of his lashes, and fixed her with a lambent, crescent moon stare.  “My firrrst death was deliberrrate,” he said, holding her gaze.  “And happened when Fatherrr thrrrew me off the tallest towerrrs in Amenee.”  

Something rippled through his yellow-gold eyes as he recalled the wild jumble of confusion, panic, fear, and horror that had screamed through him as the ground had rushed to meet him, all of it underpinned by a monstrous feeling of betrayal and broken trust.  “I can jump down frrrom a 2–3 storrry rooftop without thinking about it, and  maybe up to 4 or 5 depending on the terrrain and wind rrresistance,” he said quietly.  “I’ve neverrr failed to find my feet.”  

Now, Tom-Cat averted his eyes from Myrae as a strange sensation of residual embarrassment swept through him, almost as if he were feeling some sort of lingering shame that he’d failed Father to land on his feet after being thrown from a building that was at least eight times higher than the minimum height he was confident he could jump from safely.  Still looking away as he wrestled with the faint threads of old, misplaced shame, the catling told Myrae that he’d barely been 12-years old, which had been only four years into his “brrreaking and rrremaking” process and when he’d also started his training to be an assassin.  He gave her the reason that Father had given him, repeated verbatim, right before he’d unexpectedly shoved him from the roof of the tower.  

 

In order to be wielded as the sharpest, most proficient tool, you must first be molded into the shape of one.  And I expect you to be perfect, Tom-Cat.  You will be the sharpest, you will be the most proficient, and you will be wielded only  by myself and the most elite of society.  An assassin would not accept a dull weapon—a dull tool—and neither shall I.

Tom-Cat’s voice took on a sterile quality when he repeated his Father’s words, the tone neither cold nor warm; it instead conveyed a bland, almost clinical distance that you might expect from a scientist verbally recording the results of an experiment, rather than a father speaking to his young son.

He continued.

I am not investing my precious time and resources in you, only to have you fail me and become a blunt weapon that is no good to anyone, the least of all ME.”   

Here the catling paused in his retelling, a small shudder tracking down his spine.  He unconsciously massaged the crease of right arm.  

Now pay attention because I will say this only once: After you have finished your training you will begin taking contracts with very important and powerful people.  Your contract is your word, and therefore it is my word, also.  Do you understand, Tom-Cat?

His Father had never just called him ‘Tom’, and had always used the catboy’s full, formal name.  Always.  

Your performance will reflect upon me,  If you do not fulfill your contractual obligations or do not complete them to your client’s utmost satisfaction, that indictment will bring our family name into disrepute—and that is something I simply will not tolerate.”

Now Tom-Cat dropped his voice to a low, murmuring tone, indicating that’s what his Father had done at that point in his speech.  He remembered how Father often spoke with deliberate softness, forcing Tom-Cat to lean closer in order to hear his words….

You will not  fail to fulfill a contract—ever.  You will always  complete a job.  No matter what.  Whether or not you are of sound mind and body, it does not matter if you are injured, rattled, fatigued—finishing the job will be your highest priority.  Period.  It should not even matter if you have died or are dying.  Which finally brings us to the reason we are here.

…And he remembered the brisk, perfunctory punch across the jaw, or the quick flick of a cigarette against the skin of his arm if he didn’t lean in fast enough for Father’s satisfaction.  Mainly he remembered how Father’s tone would fill with the quiet, sure promise of an even swifter and harsher reprisal, should the catboy fail to learn his lesson.

You need to learn how to work through pain and strife in order to complete a job.  And you need to know what it feels like to die, lose a life, and then come back alive, so that it does not confuse and distress you in case it happens whilst you are on a job.  You need to be able to get up and continue on with as fast as possible.   Don’t focus on the pain—ultimately that is fleeting.  Remember the sensation of dying and living again, and then never  forget it."

Without so much as a warning of what was about to come, Father violently shoved Tom-Cat over the edge of the tower.

 

He can’t remember if he’d screamed.  

 

Tom-Cat didn’t say anything for several, long beats.  And then he suddenly laughed, though the sound was razor-edged and brittle, its sharp edge turned inwards.  The sound sawed through the air and carried notes of some deep-seated emotion that he’d just barely managed to catch, lodged like a cancerous lump at the base of his throat.  It fisted in his esophagus and made it hard to breathe, but it also made it impossible to cry.  

Kwesh, I guess Fatherrr  would’ve been morrrtified and endlessly disappointed at my failurrre to fulfill yourrr contrrract…”  he tried for lighthearted but didn’t quite manage it.  Tom-Cat pressed his teeth together and painfully swallowed the tangled knot of emotions that always came up whenever he discussed his Father at any great length.

Anyway, that was the firrrst time I died,” he said far more casually than the subject matter warranted.  “But…it’s differrrent  this time Myrrrae—it’s neverrr  felt like this.”  He paused and looked at the Drowess a little hopelessly.  “It’s neverrr  hurrrt like this…it still  feels like a piece of me is missing.  And…the bond…” he jammed up, his throat suddenly dry.  It took him a few seconds before he could continue.  “The bond…feels like it’s dying.  I know it’s not—at least I don’t think so—but it’s so…diminished.”  The catling couldn’t help the distress that roughened his voice.

I–I can barrrely feel herrr.  But sometimes it feels like she  doesn’t even—” Tom-Cat abruptly cut himself off from whatever he’d been about to say and fell silent.

It seemed like he wouldn’t say anything more, but after a while he spoke in a small and utterly despondent voice.

She didn’t even feel me when I was rrright therrre with herrr, and I don’t carrre if she was underrr the effects of the wingless wonderrr’s sporrres—I would know the feel of my bondmate anywherrre.  That…that hurrrt morrre than dying.”  Tom-Cat briefly shut his eyes.  “It was like I was invisible to herrr.  And now I can’t help but think she wouldn’t have carrred or have even noticed until days laterrr, if I was rrreally gone…

 

This time the catling really did lapse into a disconsolate, heavy-hearted silence.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
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[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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The drowess listened while Tom-Cat poured his heart out to her. The drowess was surprised, not by the depth of emotion and honesty in the young assassin’s recollections, but by what triggered it--the boy’s attachment to Miiya. Where did that come from? By his recollections, she doubted it was from any sort of family heritage. Tom-Cat’s father had been a monster, brazing, beating, and breaking Tom-Cat into a twisted form that simply did not fit him. From whence, then, did Tom-Cat’s sensitive side, and his idea of a true mate come?

To her credit, only a fraction of the drowess’s internal monlogue rolled her eyes and commented that teenage hormones and angst conquers even the most severe conditioning.

It was a genuine sympathetic ear that Myrae lent Tom-Cat, but she was not here to figure the boy out, nor was she likely to have any success in advising him how to walk the difficult path ahead. So the drowess listened much and spoke little. What words she said, she chose carefully so as not to wriggle the splinters of doubt and self-doubt deeper into the boy’s mind. 

Tom-Cat, yew have worth beyond that Bir Kurve.” Myrae said, of his father. “If yew didn’t, I would’ve dropped yew into a ravine on the way to Duskhill.” The words sounded like a platitude, but Myrae was serious; she very nearly had dumped this whole load of budalls off a cliff. 

“Men like that are just hauling around a shuload of their own inadequacy, then they try to offload it onto their children and their creations.” She reached over to put a hand on Tom-Cat’s shoulder again. “I’m sorry there was no one there to stop him. Don’t carry that load for him.” She leaned back with a wry grin. “Cuz yer plenty jooked up already.” 

“Case in point,” Myrae continued. “That girl.” Myrae figured she might as well not even say this part, for all the likelihood that her words would penetrate the soup of not-wholly-rational emotions in which TC’s brain was bathing itself. Oh well, she liked hearing herself talk as well as anyone. “She’s tougher than she looks. She’s got anchors, and edges that somebody sharpened. Some of those are gonna pull on her, and some of those might cut yew.” Myrae would have told Tom-Cat not to hang all of his self-worth on Miiya’s every word, but he was about as likely to listen as the moon would, if she told it to walk backwards across the sky. “She’s got scars and thin places too; but they aren’t going to be the same as yours.” Myrae's toes were getting pruney, and as fun as giving out advice was, the drowess really did not know enough to be a help. “Time, and sometimes a little space, kid; coming up for air never killed any of my relationships.” Nope, usually that was the work of her blades or sometimes a poisoned chalice. 

The drowess knew Tom-Cat would have felt better if she had reassured him that Miiya did reciprocate his intense feelings. Every instinct and training in her told her to do so. That was how she would have handled any job. But TC was not a job. TC deserved better; he deserved the truth, and the truth was that Myrae didn’t know that featherbrain’s heart.

She sincerely doubted if Miiya knew, herself.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“In order to realize the worth of the anchor we need to feel the stress of the storm.” 

–  Corrie Ten Boom

 

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly the reassurance that Tom-Cat was looking for, unconsciously or not, but it was  honest, and really, that’s all he could reasonably ask of Myrae.  She was unquestionably honest, even when that honesty hurt.  Tom-Cat wasn’t quite sure if her honesty hurt or not, but it made him feel better.  Sort of.   

Either way, Myrae gave him her time and her truth and for that he would forever be grateful.  The catling tied a towel around his waist as the pair exited the private bath and gave the Drowess a sidelong glance.  “Rrremind me to intrrroduce you to my brrrotherrr, Torrrao, sometime,” he said with a fang-toothed grin.  “Torrrao—the thirrrd eldest—was crrreated forrr strrrength and powerrr.  So his genes arrre a mix of Skyld, Feean’ky…I think some A’arrrdky for beauty, and tigerrr.”  Tom-Cat chuckled.  “I think he might be biggerrr than yourrr Meatbag,” he commented.  “Definitely tallerrr, 6’4”, maybe 240lbs? It’s not like he’s fat.”  The catboy snickered.  “My oldest sisterrr, Mau, says that Torrrao must carrry all his fat in his lekk and upuch.”  He grinned giving the Drowess a sideways glance.  “Anyway, he’s built forrr powerrr and is a beast in the boxing rrring—I’ve seen his left hook kill someone.  None of us can put him down in his animal forrrm, eitherrr—his is a 600lb. tigerrr.”  

Maybe Tom-Cat was honeypotting his own brother, but all the same, he still thought it’d be a shame to see the Drowess locked down with such a dull slab of Meat—at least in his opinion.  This time, however, he kept his opinions to himself about that particular subject.  He separated from Myrae for a moment to change back into his clothing and met her back at the lobby of the Bath House where the staff had already brought out their bags and weaponry.  Tom toed over the Drowess’ pack, as well as Faan’s.  

Yourrr  cut is alrrready in yourrr  pack,” he told her, shouldering his own, somewhat lighter bag. “I didn’t know what to do with the skwitch’s stuff aside frrrom thrrrowing it off of the nearrrest cliff,” he said darkly.  “So do with it what you will—it’s not my prrroblem anymorrre.”   The catling shrugged, his yellow-gold eyes flashing.  He was anxious to get back to Miiya, having felt the faint notes of her anxiety through the bond.  He tried not to focus on the faintness of the feeling and instead be happy that what was coming through the bond was far stronger than it had been.  He tried, but it was hard to when he remembered how bright the bond had been.  

 

It still hurt.

 

A lot.

 

Take carrre, Myrrrae.”  Tom-Cat gave the Drowess a genuine, rather charming smile.  “Thanks…forrr  everrrything.”

With that Tom-Cat exited the Bath House and hopped into the carriage when Mick opened the door for him.  Within no time they were pulling away from the curb and heading swiftly back towards the De Glace.

 

[OOC: to Shaarn Anthos-- Hotel de Glace - GROUND FLOOR]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (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: Chase-(★2/3/4)] 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, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - 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 - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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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 - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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