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The Hidden Estate of Duskhill

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Duskhill

Calling Duskhill an estate might be a bit of a stretch. There is a house, a garden, and bathing pools. No gates or fences protect the homestead, which is usually empty. Instead, the remote location, in the depths of a city-sized mushroom forest--within an even larger cavern--keeps the obscure estate hidden.  

The house is a stone structure that appears to once have been part of a larger building. The floors are well-worn granite and the outer walls are mortared slate bricks. Half of the building seems to have collapsed or been torn away sometime in antiquity, possibly by the steam geyser that now hisses and bubbles through stone channels and rusting metal pipeworks in the home's kitchen. Limestone from the geyser is slowly absorbing the rooms through which it spurts, where it has not been carved into cooking, seating, washing or bathing surfaces. The rest of this section of the home has been rebuilt with the ochres and reds of petrified wood.  

A slight downslope from the back kitchen door holds a series of travertine terrace pools of deposited limestone. The temperature and depth of the pools make them perfect for bathing and swimming. Near the bottom of the slope is a deadly prismatic spring that is both superheated and highly acidic. There is no indication that the beautiful rainbow-hued lower pool is unsafe. 

The homestead also sports a fungus garden that is productive, but rather overgrown for lack of tending. There are empty pens for livestock, but no animals have dwelled there for a very long time. 


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Myrae

From: Kiana - The Harbor - The Sunken Wreck of the Sulust Or'lath

And that's why yew don't fight a panther with a sword. Myrae thought to herself as she rolled the unconscious Cat-Tom off of her person, twisted her right hand and disengaged the cruel hooks of his forepaws from the Draegloth's Claw. So furry. At least he didn't stink like an animal not bathed in... well, ever. 

Myrae sheathed the dagger, in her left hand, with which she'd almost reamed the enormous felinoid. Not that it would have done much good, since Cat-Tom had ten of his own natural blades hooked into her bodice. Good thing he'd passed out from lack of blood. While the armor would have held her guts in, it was likely his hindpaws would have eventually shredded her less-protected quadraceps and opened an artery or two.

"Welp. It was very nearly just yew two left." Myrae's voice was a ghost of a whisper as she spoke to Vjerdt and The TonDen. She coughed and spat out a half-congealed bloody black globule. "Wouldn't that have been a thing?" 

"Yew three." She amended after crouching near Miiya to inspect the dead catatonic Aeros. "Mister TonDen, if yew'd be so kind, d'ya think ye can lift and carry the feathered one and the furry one?" She pointed into the surrounding tangle of the trackless fungal forest. "There is a place we can rest a few hours walk from here."

If she could get them moving, Myrae would dismiss further inquiries. She was in quite a bit of pain, which was certainly not helped by rasping out needless speech. 

The way she led them was mostly over rocky ground where they'd leave no trace. Where possible, she took them across small streams and had them wade up wider ones, minimizing their spoor. The naval portal key she had used was supposed to be untraceable, but Myrae had her doubts. She took a roundabout path to the house at Duskhill, utilizing her knowledge of this particular cavern and forest to lessen any chance of detection. 

So, the Cat part of Tom-Cat was unhappy with her. Unhappy enough to kill. What did that mean for the Umanoid part? As she pushed through a curtain of hanging purplish moss, Myrae considered. There was a blind cliff through the next curtain. It was a long, long fall, almost certain to shatter the TonDen and his two burdens. That would save her a whole steaming pile of trouble. 

Except that she owed a debt to Tom-Cat and possibly Miiya. Maybe even a life debt.

Botherel certainly owed them a king's ransom for the Draegloth's Claw--provided she managed to live long enough to see it returned to the Mother Church.

So no to the cliff idea.

That meant she had probably switched sides, because this was her best chance to do as the wizard had bade her. Myrae snorted quietly to herself. Vith him. She owed him nothing save maybe a blade between the ribs. If he and his minions were weaker than The Watcher--which had been in process of quite handily defeating TonDen and Miiya--then there was no chance he could keep The Weapon of the Mad King contained. She was done fighting Greymaster's battles for him.

Of course, the fact that Myrae had sicced the Home Guard and The Watcher on the TonDen probably was not something she wanted coming to light in present company. Goddamn, if she'd just gotten the Draegloth's Claw loose, she wouldn't be in such a quandry. 

Myrae turned a different direction and pressed on, leading them between giant toadstools and finally emerging before the house at Duskhill. She sighed as she regarded the bloody piles of fur and feathers atop the TonDen's alien carapace. She didn't like hosting guests and she really didn't like playing the healer--especially to marks she was supposed to have dispatched. 

Should have done the cliff thing.


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The TonDen

From: Kiana - The Harbor - The Sunken Wreck of the Sulust Or'lath

The TonDen stood by impassively as Cat-Tom dropped Miiya and attacked Myrae. It did nothing to intervene besides moving to stand over the injured Aeros. When the differences between Drow and Felinoid were settled by blood loss, the crystalline golem complied with Myrae's request, gently scooping up first Miiya, then Cat-Tom, with it's remaining functional pincer. 

The TonDen cradled the Aeros girl with it's Uman-sized arms, while the felinoid was draped over it's carapace behind its torso, and held there by folded fins. It said not a word as it followed Myrae, docile as any obedient pack animal. 

As it walked, the TonDen took stock of it's own injuries. It's crystalline armor was shattered in several places. Great cracks jagged through its fins. One of its large claw was frozen in place, welded there by magick. The TonDen did not know if it could be healed or repaired. Previously, when it had been damaged or destroyed, Rei would simply unmake it and then draw it forth in new shape from the Blue Ash. Yet, when she dueled with Irihi upon the Lorimar, Rei had--in her desperation--created a TonDen as had never been. The sentient golem was not sure if it could be distilled back to Blue Ash, nor if it would still be itself when rebuilt. 

It had absorbed the magick of the hafling druids and been enlivened. Perhaps it would find more magick here that would restore it. The Underneath was a familiar domain of Rei's, and so too to the TonDen. It knew there would be magick aplenty upon which to feed in this twilit world beneath the surface.


Myrae

 

"Give her to me." Myrae whispered to The TonDen. "I'll take her inside and treat her injuries." Whoo. It still hurt a lot, even to whisper. 

If the TonDen passed the prostrate Aeros to Myrae, she'd carry her into the house without preamble. "Make yerselves at home." She said to the rest. "I'll get to kitty next, yew can put him down wherever."

Most of the ground floor of Duskhill was of sufficient size to host The TonDen, if it didn't mind crouching to make it through doorways. It was certainly plenty big for Myrae and her burden. 


[OOC: Myrae carrying Miiya to the Furnished Guestroom]

 


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

[OOC: From: Kiana - The Harbor - The Sunken Wreck of the Sulust Or'lath]

 

 

At some point, Tom-Cat shifted back into his normal (well, more normal) two-legged form.  Later, he would be grateful that he was knocked out so thoroughly, because shifting back from a forced shift usually hurts just as much.  It would be the first time he’d effectively “slept” through a transformation.

 

Again, his bones shattered and reformed, loud cracks! echoing through the cool, hushed air in rapid succession.  His gums ached and bled as his sharp feline teeth were pushed out by the flat ridge of his Uman ones, his massive paws twitched and shrunk, the bones snapping and separating into individual fingers and sharp claws were shed for fingernails.  Maybe the strangest sight was that of his soft, blue-grey fur shooting back into the pores of his skin like millions of tiny Christmas tree worms retreating back into the safety of their tubes.  

 

Tom-Cat was thankfully unconscious through all of this, but it didn’t mean that his unconscious mind was at all peaceful.  Things flashed and flit through the shadowed recesses of his mind, monstrous things that are so beyond the imagination that he would never have believed in them...except for a single beam of malevolent green light that sweeps into the dark corners of his unconscious mind, like a lighthouse beacon that pierced the veil of pain fogging his brain and replaced it with blinding panic.  The landscape of his mind is jagged and broken; its uneven edges grabbed and tore at his flesh as he tried to run from that hateful light.  Blood ribboned across his body as he ran, his skin parting easily as he scraped against the sharp corners of his unthinking and blind panic.  It doesn’t matter.  None of it mattered.  

 

He ran.

 

He glimpsed things that streaked by at the edges of his vision, things with jaws that snapped and teeth that curved, things with eyes that glinted wickedly as they caught and reflected the glow of the green light.  They snapped at his heels, manifestations of the animal panic and fear that’s slow to release their grip on him and continue, however faintly, to push into his empty spaces, filling him.   From the darkest shadows he caught sight of his animal as it stalked him, all lean sinew and hard muscle that shifted and rolled beneath a predatory stink. He felt its rage, its fear; he felt the physical force of its hatred.  It wanted to eviscerate him with its hate.

 

He wanted to let it and knew he never would.

 

Worst of all are the things that wailed in the distance, long and mournful cries of pain and grief that echo through the gaps in his mind where the dust is thickest and memories are baked deep into the folds of his brain, like scars of blasphemy that carved patterns into desecrated earth.

 

Tom-Cat’s face is tight with pain, his muscles tense, and he fights to pull himself from the grip of his nightmare.

 

He did not wake; not yet. 


Myrae


[OOC: from the Furnished Bedroom]

The drowess descended the stairs to the lower level of the dwelling, finding that the others were now inside. She had another, momentary twinge of unhappiness. This was her retreat, her private sanctuary. Leading others here, whom she did not intend to dispatch, cut against her grain. 

When did his shift back happen? Myrae wondered as she received the injured and unconscious catboy, once more in his Umanoid form. Good thing, since the drowess had not been looking forward to trying to shave all that fur around the catboy's wounds.

Tom-Cat was much heavier than Miiya, and annoyingly long, but even so, Myrae managed him fairly easily, once he was slung over her shoulder in a fireman carry. 


[OOC: Tom-Cat taken by Myrae to the Master Bedroom]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆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 - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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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 TonDen

Relieved of its burdens, the Construct of Blue Ash settled into its compact thinking pose in the middle of the hall into which it strode when invited by Myrae. There it remained for hours that stretched into days, pulsing slowly with blue luminance. 

It was very much in the way.

The TonDen took up most of the width of the hall, and those wishing to come and go through the front door had to flatten themselves against a wall and sidle past the golem. 


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Myrae

The drowess approached the TonDen from the front. "Hey there, big fella." She said cautiously, holding up her hands and showing the small serrated knife she held in one. "I'm going to cut that netting off yew now, and take the loot for safekeeping. That okay with yew?"

Receiving no answer from the TonDen, Myrae went to work cutting and unwinding the precious cargo strapped to the golem. Even though much had been lost during the battle with The Watcher, it was not a bad haul. Split as agreed, it would provide Myrae with a small fortune to add to her retirement fund, even minus Tom-Cat's payment. Of course, she still needed to carry it to Sharnn where she knew fences who could move the weapons and precious metals. 

If that went as planned, the parts of the half that would be doled out to Miiya, the TonDen, and Vjerdt would amount to a few hundred krownes apiece. Myrae guessed that would be more coin than Miiya had ever seen, considering that she said she'd been a street busker before joining their adventure. Myrae wondered if the news that she was now rich would cheer the Aeros any.

...

The Drowess tried to enjoy this somewhat unplanned return to her private retreat. Before scavenging some bedding to make up a couple of abandoned rooms, she had herself a nice long float in the hottest of the travertine pools (save for the prismatic spring, of course), chewing the restorative hal-kef root without any real hope of it doing much.  

Her voice was gone, likely never to return. It was not a small loss. It had taken her years to reach proficiency in evocation, and the magick had served her well during her time as spy, and sometimes field agent, for the Mother Church. She was not yet ready to mourn the loss, though. Perhaps the gnomes and shadow-drow of Sharnn would be able to rig up some means of restoring at least her voice. Failing that, she could travel south to try the mystics of Greyhaven or the wizards of The City of Ice. 

Meantime, she would need to find a way to weave enough magick to access the hidden roads of The Rift. 

...

Later, feeling somewhat refreshed, the drowess dried herself, gave some attention to her rather-neglected platinum locks, and then made a meal. Almost as much as her ruined voice, the presence of the others at her home troubled Myrae, and she was reminded of the trouble as she put together rations for four, instead of one. The drowess was a self-admitted terrible cook. She paid a local goblin tribe to keep the estate secret and provisioned, but that did not mean she knew what to do with half of the esoteric vittles with which the caretakers stocked the larder. 

Soup.

Myrae could make soup. Water plus the roots, mushrooms, dried meats, and plants that she would normally consume raw. Oh, plus heat. Yes. Mustn't forget that. That was how one made soup, right? 

Steaming meats and vegetables sorely tested Myrae's culinary skills. Either they came out raw enough that she might as well not have bothered, or she left them too long and ended up with mush or leather. 

Well, heck with it. Nobody was eating much, anyway, with half their party unconscious or catatonic. 


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Miiya

[OOC: from a Furnished Guestroom]

 

The rest of the household would awake to the smell of something steaming, frying, and baking, as well as the hiss of steam vents and clatter of cookware. Miiya had raided the kitchen larder and found a whole lot of... food... she thought. If Sen had taught her daughter anything, it was how to turn meagre, weird, and cheap offal into palatable dishes. Miiya might not know what all this stuff was, but she did know how to cook and season pretty much anything so any who partook would enjoy it, even if some of it wasn't technically supposed to be edible.

Miiya sported a pretty good shiny pink steam burn on one arm. It hadn't been as gratifying as she'd imagined it would be during the previous days and nights of anguish, so she didn't repeat that little experiment.

She hurt. 

She was hungry. 

Life sucked. 

But maybe if she didn't think too much about it, she could keep doing it for a while longer. 

And blanket. What was that about? Also, she was not about to give that fur-tailed creep the satisfaction of her dying down here, so far from the sky.

The Aeros girl did not know how many or which of their companions had survived the battle with The Watcher. She did know that, despite the little food she'd managed to choke down in the wee hours, she was quite literally starving. She could smell it on her own breath, feel it in the weakness of her limbs, and see it in the glowy worms and grey tunnel that clouded her vision when she stood or straightened up too quickly. So she cooked a lot.

She also did not wait for her companions to arrive to partake of her creations. Sitting at a table filled with her steaming platters, Miiya bit deeply into a bun she had invented with a flour-like powder, wrong-colored eggs of some creatures she guessed did not cluck or sport feathers, water and another powder that fizzed when exposed to water. Miiya sighed, delighted with the taste of her cooking.

Living, it seemed, was getting slightly better.


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Myrae

The drowess nodded an acknowledgement to Miiya and joined her at the petrified wood table where the meal had been laid out. She did not speak at first, but rather tucked into the food.

"Hey, this is pretty good, kid." Her face lit up at the myriad of flavors unlocked by Miiya's preparation. "Looks like bringing you along wasn't a total waste." She whispered.

While leaning close to the Aeros to grab a steamed bun, Myrae wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, yew stink, though, cookie." She took a bite and made a sour face. "Bleh, now I can taste it in the food. Didn't yer momma teach yew how ta wash yerself?"

Despite her protestations, Myrae still seemed to have an appetite for Miiya's cooking, and she continued to empty her plate, after making a dramatic show of scooting her chair well back. "Yew kin bathe in the pools out back. Do us all a favor and use the lower ones so yer stink doesn't hafta work it's way down through the rest." She said around a mouthful of some sort of stir-fried grain. "Stay outta the colorful one." She warned.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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[OOC: from a Furnished GuestroomMiiya's Room]

 

Tom-Cat could feel his anger seethe beneath his skin, making him hot and flushed and irrational.  He’d planned on stalking off into the gloom of the surrounding cave systems, following a faint, unpleasant scent he’d just managed to catch before he’d leapt out of the Aeros’ second story window, but decided that he was too annoyed to go out hunting with any real success.  Besides, he wanted to be in the right headspace before taking on a task like that, and he decidedly was not in the right frame of mind.  He’d paused in the shadows after his jump, unsettled, confused, and angry, and abruptly decided that he’d take a soak in one of the hot springs, to relieve some tension.

 

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As Tom-Cat settled back into the piping hot waters of what he perceived to be the hottest of the springs, he could feel some of the tension begin to curl from his body, pulling away from the tightness of his muscles and the rigidness of his spine.  It left him feeling half-exhausted and infinitely more relaxed; he went boneless as he leaned back, the lines of his face smoothing out with relaxation as he dunked his head under the water.  He resurfaced and scrubbed his hands over his face, just letting the water sluice off of his skin in warm rivulets.  He spent a little time scrubbing down with some sea salt he found in a jar near the spring, making sure to really clean the sweat and grime from his skin, hair, and fur, though he was careful around the healing wound on his back.  That taken care of, he just floated for a bit, letting his thoughts slide to the front of his mind as they came as he tried to sort through the confusing mess of the last 72 hours.

 

The beach debacle has left too many jagged edges in Tom-Cat’s mind, his anger too acute, and his nerves too raw.  He doesn’t understand why he’s so bothered by the girl’s obvious fear of him.  She’s a right brat, that’s for sure, and maybe he’d even understand her reaction to him if it wasn’t for the fact that…he snorted, then laughed out loud.  It was a biting and caustic sound, like a dagger with its blade turned inwards.  He’d just realized why her fear of him bothered him so much: He was hurt by it.

 

Kwesh! He was so pathetic.  Yeah, pathetic and not the most charitable person, even on a good day.  If she was scared of him, fine.  He would stay away from her, even though a part of him didn’t want to; even deeper still, something ancient and primal within him was very displeased by his chosen course of action.  He ignored that part, chalking it up to some mixed signal from his predator hindbrain that saw her as more than prey, for whatever stupid reason.  Maybe some distance would do them both some good.

 

That settled, Tom-Cat forced aside his agitation, not understanding it, not wanting to understand it, because if he does he’d have to -- he shied away from going down that path.  He told himself he needed to be present and grounded in the here and now; that there was no time for reflection, let alone introspection. That he's not being a coward; he’s being practical.  He’s being objective; that he needed to be objective, to get some space between him and...the situation, in order to regain perspective.  

 

Right then something that smells halfway decent wafts to him in the air and Tom-Cat’s stomach rumbles.  Fine, he’d stick around long enough to talk to Myrae about what he suspected was a goblin problem in the surrounding area, eat something, and then he’d be gone.  If she were there, well, he’d give her exactly what she wanted: he’d ignore her outright.

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Tom-Cat walked into the kitchen still wet from his dip in the springs, shirtless and with the top button his pants unbuttoned.  His hair was still wet, formed into wet spikes around his face, though oddly enough his tail and ears looked to be almost dry.  Myrae’s shirt was draped over one of his shoulders as he entered the space, glancing around briefly; his eyes skittered right over Miiya before settling on Myrae.  He fixed the Drowess with his lambert yellow eyes and snagged a steamed bun before he dropped into an easy sprawl next to her, in the seat farthest from the Aeros. 

 

Nice pants, Myrrrae,” he purred, baring his teeth at her in a sort-of-grin.  “Tell me, how long did it take you to get me out of mine and into yourrrs?” Now he really did grin, sharp and teasing.  “Sorrry, but I had to make a slight modification to them.”  He flicked his tail at the Drowess.  He ran his fingers through his hair, before he reached down and pulled out the small dagger he’d found in her room. He placed it on the table with a wink.

“I found this underrr yourrr matrrress, by the way,” he said.   He dropped his voice a bit, giving her a serious look.  “Thanks forrr bandaging my back.”  He sounded sincere.  He looked away from the Drowess and let his eyes roam the surroundings, and again looked through the Aeros as if she weren’t even there.  “I’ll need to borrrow a more suitable weapon forrr an exterrrmination job,” he mused, returning his attention to Myrae.  “Since it seems like therrre’s a verrrmin prrroblem that could be taken carrre of.” 

 

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[OOC: Innuendo very much intended. 😉 And just for you, he can't seem to button up his pants all the way. LOL ]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆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 - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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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 

"Hi." Miiya said as Myrae entered the kitchen. "Thanks for this." She nodded to her bandaged shoulder, not pausing to interrupt transport of her meal from plate to face. "Have some." She mumbled around another mouthful.

When the drowess made her proclamation about Miiya's odorous nature, the Aeros felt her face flush, but she doggedly continued her eating. While Myrae continued on about the same topic, Miiya hunched lower and ate faster. 

Then Tom-Cat arrived. He pointedly ignored Miiya whilst flirting shamelessly with Myrae, even as the Drowess insulted Miiya. It was as if she didn't even exist to him. 

Just like she wanted. What an Arfline. 

Abruptly her chair scraped back, loud upon the stone floor as she stood. Her eyes flashed with anger as she regarded the Drow. "Yew could…" show a little yfretting gratitude or grace, "...yew…" insolent coalskin! "...I s--" aved your ungrateful butt from The Watcher! And "...I..." lost...

Can't think about that. 

Miiya's words jammed up in her throat, piling atop the great mound of victuals she'd just crammed down her gullet. She was not sure what stopped her from being able to put together a coherent thought, but it had something to do with what a savath Myrae was being, and how of course Tom-Cat was cuddling up to the voluptuous Drow.

Like I yfretting care!

Miiya physically couldn't cram down another bite or she might have returned to the table and kept stuffing her face even through the tears she felt burning in her eyes. She needed a break for a few minutes at least.

"Enjoy. Your. Meal." She gritted out at last, before turning on her heel and storming out of the kitchen.


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Myrae

"Oh, honey, yew know it doesn't take much doing for yew to get into my pants." It pained her to whisper loud enough for Miiya to hear, but she did anyway.

The Aeros girl fled the kitchen with a pretty insincere well-wishing. "Thanks. I will." Myrae replied with insolent equaminity. "There's a fresh change of clothes in yer room." She hissed in her loudest whisper--what passed for a shout for her these days--after the retreating Aeros.

Because I am, apparently, running a homeless shelter and a unisex children's clothing boutique. The drowess sighed. Well, she had a lot of clothes, she could admit as much to herself, at least. And shoes for days and days. Why do you think I bought such a big house? 

Ladeling some actual soup (and not just soggy raw garbage) into a bowl, she began slurping up the fruits of Miiya's labors. Hey, this is why I'm rich. So I can pay other people to not ruin food. She thought to herself, and then snickered, feeling pleased with the savory warmth of the dish as well as the nasty surprise waiting for its creator. 

Myrae didn't like Miiya. The whiny entitled brat rubbed her in all the wrong ways, and having her lodging in Myrae's private retreat was not helping the drowess's attitude at all. She could tolerate the girl best when she was a chewed-up catatonic cat toy. Oh well. Myrae had selected an outfit that accentuated the best of her natural endowments. The emaciated Aeros would look like a coat hanger wearing it. Yeah, it was petty and mean, but Myrae could be nasty savath when she wanted to be. 

And she wanted to be.

Tom-Cat, on the other hand, did not push Myrae's buttons. Mores the pity, because--knowing what she knew of his history--she bet the kid was pretty good in the sack. That, however, was not a cradle she wanted to rob. "Yer welcome, puss." She whispered. "I'll find yew a bigger prick--" she purposefully took a long slurp of soup in the middle of speaking "--er, but don't go slaughtering the help." Myrae took a moment to describe the markings of the goblin clan she contracted to take care of the estate in her frequent absences, and lay out the where's and whyfores of their rivals and the other pesky and hazardous creatures that could be found nearby for kitty to sharpen his claws on.

Myrae thought briefly about asking if Tom-Cat knew just what Cat-Tom had done to Miiya. Myrae could read the fear, and other emotions, in the girl whenever he was near. She guessed Tom-Cat could as well. She also thought about informing him a bit about what it meant for an Aeros to lose a wing. 

Tch. Nah. It seemed like it would be more fun to watch the two angsty children rip out feathers and fur, so long as they didn't get any blood on the furniture. 

 


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Miiya 

After fleeing breakfast, Miiya wandered the estate and grounds, taking in her new surroundings. The travertine cascading pools looked inviting. The myriad abandoned rooms and great tumbledown halls of the ancient parts of the structure interested her more than the modest part of Duskhill that was still in good repair, but her shoulder, wing, and back ached fiercely and the pain curtailed her explorations.

Finding Mister TonDen in the entrance hall, she greeted the golem. "Hello, Mister TonDen. I'm glad to see that you escaped in one piece." She greeted the golem. "Myrae said yew carried me here. Thank yew." 


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The TonDen

"My thanks to yew, Miiya." The TonDen answered in its great reverberating voice. "Had yew not stopped me, I would have been destroyed by The Watcher of Kiana." 

The TonDen paused, accessing the second part of the statement it had formulated during Miiya's convalescence. "I am sorry that it cost yew this." The golem opened it's great pincer and revealed the three feathered feet of flesh and bone amputated from Miiya's left wing.

"Will it grow back?"


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Miiya

The Aeros girl turned white as a sheet at the sight of her trim tab in the TonDen's great crushing hand. Her heart dropped and she was struck silent. Even with the pain and phantom sensations from the damaged wing, when she kept it folded tight against her back, she could almost forget that she was maimed.

Skyfolded.

Trash

Miiya drew in a shuddering breath. She couldn't be here. She couldn't see that

It hurt all the more, though she knew it did not mean to be cruel, coming from the monster she had thought to count as a friend. 

Miiya turned wordlessly away and retreated to her room, locking the door behind her, this time. She sat, and then sank sideways until she was laying, upon the bed, sinking into the moss-stuffed mattress as much as into realization; she had no friends here.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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It took some effort on his part to keep from following the Aeros girl when she departed the kitchen in obvious agitation with tears in her eyes.  It bothered him that he was bothered, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he was bothered because he truly felt bad knowing that he’d, in some part, caused her tears, or if he was bothered because he even felt bad to begin with.  It was probably both - his head was just a mess of contradictions and jumbled feelings, it seemed.  And all of it centered around her.  Yeah, he really needed to get some space to try and sort through the clash of emotions warring within him.  According to his father, he shouldn’t even have emotions anymore; well, gods know the man did everything he could to beat them out of him, at least. He’d tried.

 

Still, Tom-Cat forced himself to remain in his seat, remain relaxed, and not give the Drowess any (further) ammunition with which she could turn the blade of information on him, at some future point in time.  He knew that she was a shrewd woman, that she hadn’t been a top Bothrel spy for no reason, and knew that in her hands information was as good as the sharp edge of a knife.  He might not trust her as far as he could throw her (which, as they’d discovered on the beach, wasn’t an insubstantial distance), but he did trust the information she had.  And so he stayed and he listened and as he did so, he formulated a rough plan.  He ate his fill more out of good sense instead of real hunger, though found he rather enjoyed the fried grain and another dish with some sort of fishy meat in it.  He had the passing thought to go and tell the girl that her cooking was pretty good before he left, but let it slide right by; he’d probably only end up sending her in a spiralling fear response, if his last attempt at “checking up” on her was anything to go by.  So he wouldn’t even try.

 

You two don’t get along at all, do you?” he commented around a mouthful of fried deliciousness.  “Welcome to the club,” he said, somewhat bitterly.  “She’s not always so scarrred of me.”  The statement seemed to come out of nowhere, almost as if he was saying to himself, reassuring himself.   “I guess I can’t blame herrr

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After he’d eaten his fill, Tom-Cat went through the “armoury” with Myrae (a room with a commendable selection of weaponry the Drowess had collected over her years of espionage) and was allowed to take whatever he wanted or felt he needed for the job at hand.  Everything except for the vanta black Drow blade, which he noticed Myrae kept close at hand.  That was fine by him; he selected a black-bladed wa dao which he strapped to his back via a leather harness, and a good selection of knives of various utilities and sizes, which he secreted about his person.  Thus appointed, the assassin mentioned that he’d be back sometime later with an update, and, said with a somewhat cheeky grin, not to wait up for him.

 

As he prowled to the edge of property, he passed under the Aeros’ window.  He gave into the impulse to look up at it, but when he didn’t see her, he continued on his way and disappeared into the shadows.

 

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[OOC: Tom-Cat to The Caverns Surrounding Duskhill]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆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 - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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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
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