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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 0:09:17 GMT -5
((Too many to name in the title! So far looks like it'll eventually include: George, Fangor, Kitrina, Jerrie, Tumblebrutus, and possible Victor. This initially includes a NPC named Claudia))
Claudia stood beside George's crib, smiling down on him and stroking his cheek gently, the baby slowly waking. He was only two, and she really wanted a better life for her kitten than what he would get here. For now, this was the best she could do, and she loved her tender son dearly.
The little kitten stretched out, yawning widely, his tiny paws clenched into tight fists as the stretched near his head. Claudia giggled softly at him as he peered up at her curiously, starting to grin slightly. The vague word of 'Ma' came from his mouth, and her grin only broadened, scooping him up and cuddling him gently.
"Mommy loves you." She said softly, kissing his ear, completely unaware of any ill that would fall of them.
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 10:58:38 GMT -5
The banging of the open door was loud, the tom's torso slightly rounded forth, a hand pressed to the door frame as he panted heavily, furiously. Pink eyes seemed redder than usual, bloodshot from a night out, probably drinking. He wore the same white leather pants, ones almost blending into his fur, a white open vest accompanying it with an excess of fringe. He wouldn't hide the scars.
A growl was given then snarl as he strode into the den, two paws gripping the end of the crib as he flipped it on its side, no heed or sympathy given for what could only be considered his own.
"You fucking whore," he growled, backhanding Claudia's face before he coughed, a few flecks of red staining his fur.
"You fucking ugly, diseased bitch."
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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 12:52:06 GMT -5
Claudia gave a loud shriek, first at his violent entrance, then to the strike to her face. She almost dropped George, who was giving startled, scared cries.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" She asked, suddenly scared as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear, backing away with George clutched securely to her. "I-I haven't done anything."
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 13:21:38 GMT -5
"You know exactly what you did!" he snarled, striding toward her, a hand gripping the queen's chin firmly. "You fucking diseased bitch. You had an obligation to tell me you were sick. I have work, I have responsibility, fucker." A growl surfaced as he looked to George. "What's a diseased kid going to do for me? He had a job to do. Only a few more years, and you fucking ruined it."
He grabbed her arm hard, working to twist it, to try and get George from her hold. "Unless he survives, he's worthless to me. And you. You..."
Too angry to finish his sentence, both hands moved to George, using his strength to try and pull her from the queen's grasp.
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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 13:27:56 GMT -5
Claudia stared at him before tightening her hold on George, the little kitten mewling pitifully out of fear, and pain from being pulled harshly in two different directions.
"You got what you deserved." Claudia hissed finally, trying to pull George to her. She couldn't think that it might be hurting him, only that she needed to keep her son from Fangor. She was horrorfied at what he might do to him now. If just somehow, she could get away-
Her grip on George slipped, and Claudia fell backwards with a loud grunt, staring up in dismay as the kitten squirmed in Fangor's grasp, whimpering loudly.
"What are you going to do now?"
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 13:43:11 GMT -5
Fangor looked to the infant. "If he survives, he's a worthy heir and will prove he's my son, you filthy whore. If he survives, I'll be back for him." A hand touched the kitten's face. "Prove it to me. Prove you're my son, and you'll be a prince," And he strode through the open door and roughly threw him over the high edge of a garbage dumpster.
Before waiting to hear the thud from the fall, he was back in the house and upon the queen, straddling her waist with too much ease. "Who'd you fuck?" he demanded with a growl. "What cat gave you this, this... whatever the fuck it is? Tell me, whore, or I swear..." his voice trailed off, a finger tracing across his throat, a warning.
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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 13:47:40 GMT -5
George landed with a thud on top of some garbage, crying loudly and kicking around, distressed.
Claudia looked up at him, frightened, but determined not to show it. He could probably tell anyway, somehow he had a way to tell. It was unnerving.
"I don't even know." She hissed at him, ears flattened back against her skull, fingers curled into angry fists. "I couldn't tell you who it was."
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 13:51:53 GMT -5
"Liar," he spat, but it was more than that. The look she gave him, that delicious one queens often had--a protectiveness, a need to be strong but in the end they were just women. It was a rush, a euphoria he couldn't describe save for how hard he was getting. One paw closed around her throat, claws digging in, the other hurriedly undoing his fly, paw wrapped around his member, pumping furiously.
The breaking point was always delicious.
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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 13:58:07 GMT -5
Claudia groaned loudly, giving a slight choking noise as she reached her paws up, gripping his paw to try and rip it off his throat. She couldn't hide her fear; she wanted out, somehow, she was determined to get away. To take her son, who would surely die out on his own, and run. Run away and never be found.
But somehow he would find them. That's how it worked. They were his for the most selfish of reasons, and he wouldn't let what was his leave him so easily, not without a fight. She knew it was pointless, but every instinct in her body screamed at her to get away. She writhed around harshly, trying to somehow get him off of her, giving another choked noise at the harshly dug-in claws.
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 14:03:48 GMT -5
"Come on," Fangor purred, stroking himself faster, growling as his hips bucked forth, paw only squeezing tighter, delighting in the crimson on his fingers. He yanked his paw back harshly, not releasing the hold from her throat, those same claws slashing deep across the front of her throat, across those wrists that belonged to those fighting paws, and he sat back, only stroking faster, free hand taunting as he wiggled his fingers. "Come on..." he breathed.
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Post by georgypie on Apr 21, 2010 14:10:37 GMT -5
Claudia cried out loudly, her paws going up to her throat, eyes wide as she stared up at him. She made a sort of whimper, pressing down on the bleeding slashes, trying to push him off to no avail. She started to weaken, her breath coming in useless, slightly choked gasps, her writhing stopping to nothing, seeming to deflate underneath him.
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Post by Fangor on Apr 21, 2010 14:13:14 GMT -5
It was right before she stopped that he came, white mixing with the red he thrived on. Using her shirt to wipe his hands and member off on, he kissed lifeless lips before smirking, tucking himself back in, and redoing the fly. He didn't give a care as to the cries from the dumpster, or life he left behind. They were irrelevant. And if George managed to survive, then he'd bring him back. Train him good.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 14:17:38 GMT -5
Mungojerrie looked up curiously, ear tilting, otherwise not moving from his lounging spot. He sighed and looked over to Kitrina.
"You hear that?" He asked with a slight frown, sitting up more. "Sounds like Fangor got pissed again. But something's still making some ruckus. Dunno how much of a good idea it'd be to check." Really, it usually wasn't a good idea to check, if Fangor was involved... but with the anger over, the noise should be too. A sad, and disturbing fact. That and, it didn't sound like a queen or tom - that was what worried him.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 14:31:49 GMT -5
Kitrina's body became erect with the quesion, far more rigid when the name Fangor came into conversation. There was the slight quake of her shoulders; how long since she saw the bastard? How long since she managed to avoid him after that horrific night?
Subconsciously, a paw smoothed over her stomach, and she shivered. "I don't hear anything," she said initially, not having the trained ears the thief did, never one to do more than a petty crime for the sole sake of survival. But it came again, something, a ruckus indeed, and a sickness formed in the pit of her stomach.
"... where is it?" she asked, already on her feet.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 15:00:12 GMT -5
Jerrie pulled himself up to his feet, frowning slightly as his ears tilted, starting out.
"This way, I think." He said, peering around, especially as the young tomkit's cries seemed to grow louder. Jerrie's frown deepened, brushing a paw through his hair. "You hear it now?" He asked worriedly. "This can't be good."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 15:04:37 GMT -5
Following Mungojerrie at first seemed like a good idea, but with the distress sounds she trembled, almost wishing she hadn't. Her pace picked up, scooting past him as she scanned the grounds, so dirty, so much garbage. The closer she was, the more noxious an odor. One she knew well: blood.
Nausea formed in the pit of her stomach, and she struggled to continue. "I don't know if I can do this," she murmured to her companion even though she pressed on. she had to.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 15:17:07 GMT -5
Mungojerrie frowned. "You can go back if you need to." He said softly, looking around, trying to locate the source of the cries. After a moment of walking aroun d the dumpster, Mungojerrie jumped up on the lip, peering inside before finally jumping in on top of the garbage.
He scooped up the crying kitten, who was half-buried in some trash, cuddled him close and sighed. "Hey Kit?" He called, going to the edge of the dumpster, making a face. "I think I do need your help after all."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 15:22:49 GMT -5
An emptiness hit her like being punched in the gut, and it took everything she had to keep from screaming. Instead, she scooted forward, a maternal instinct setting in as she took him out of Mungojerrie's arms and rocked him a bit. "Who would do this to you?" she whispered, half-bouncing with each rock in an attempt to ease his tears, to keep him from crying, in the meanwhile unaware that she was crying herself. "Wasn't it enough for that bastard to take mine? Shh... shh... we'll get you cleaned up. You'll be clean, and have food, and be loved... God, where's his mother? How old do you think he is? Mine were... so young... I can't tell..."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 15:28:32 GMT -5
Mungojerrie shook his head, giving a slight shrug, watching her with George. He didn't say anything about her tears - it wasn't right to bring them to attention. "I don't know. Don't think I want to know." Sighing, he rubbed behind his ear.
"Can't be that old, really. What do we do with him? I don't know nothin' about taking care of kits. This ain't even the place for kits." He was muttering to himself, unconsciously keeping a lookout to make sure no one would catch them off-guard. He didn't like any of this at all.
The small baby's cries slowly died down as he brought his fist to his mouth, breath still coming in small hitches, staring up at Kitrina with his miss-matched eyes wide.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 15:36:27 GMT -5
"Hey..." Kitrina offered a small smile, rocking him a little more. "Hey, you're safe now, okay?" He was endearing, really, and it was different then. Twenty-two was more mature than a teenager.
"I'll take care of him," she said after a moment. "We can have our own family. You, me, Rumpleteazer, and him."
Her nose sniffed at the air, and she pulled him tightly against her. "Blood. I smell blood."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 20:33:41 GMT -5
Mungojerrie looked slightly startled, opening his mouth to respond until her last statement, sighing and nodding.
"I know. Don't know where it's from though." He said, looking around with a deep frown. "I guess I should go look though. You just take care of him, okay? I don't think you should come with me." He looked back at her, his eyebrows raised.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 21:00:15 GMT -5
She nodded before looking around and scooting to a pocket behind the dumpster. "Stay in earshot...? Please?" A quiet request as she tried to put herself and the kitten out of sight. It was only then that she sat down, knees brought up as she turned the kitten to face her, his back to her thighs like she was a back rest. "Who are you, little boy?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 21:04:47 GMT -5
Mungojerrie started slowly up, his ears cocked to make sure he wouldn't miss any sound, following the scent carefully. He was doing his best to make sure he couldn't be caught off guard, but this still made him ancy. As he came to Claudia's room, he frowned deeply, not wanting to just walk inside... but... he knew that's where the blood was.
George stared up at her, one fist pressed tightly to his mouth, one last tear rolling down his plump cheek. He could answer with his name, but he didn't know this queen. He didn't feel like being particularly chatty.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 21:28:56 GMT -5
She looked at his body, using the pad of her thumb to wipe away his tear before looking at herself. Using claws, she ripped the base of her shirt below the bust to base in the front. Using a bit of her spit on the fabric, she began to rub at the kit's fur in an attempt to clean him, a smile coming to her face. "You'll be okay. You'll be safe, little boy. I promise, you'll be safe."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 21:58:06 GMT -5
Mungojerrie stepped slowly into the room, grimacing at the body. "Aw geeze." He said, looking her over. This was the ktiten's mother, without question. The resemblance was too similar. In fact, the queen looked familiar as it was. He didn't like this one bit, hesitating as he stepped closer to her, looking her over.
George looked up at her and gave a tiny sniffle, rubbing at his eye firmly, squirming a little in an attempt to get comfortable. "Li'l boy?" He asked, his voice small.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 22:13:10 GMT -5
She gave a smile and squeeze. "You're a little boy, yes. What's your name?" Another question as she touched his chest with an index finger, fighting to hold back tears. He was just so little. Who could throw him in a dumpster?
... that bastard, Fangor. She'd love to kill him with her bare hands.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 22:17:37 GMT -5
Mungojerrie sighed when he finished examining the body, pulling up a blanket from the bed nearby and starting to wrap her in it, feeling unsure of what to do. This wasn't going to be good.
George hesitated, sucking a little at his finger, looking up at her. "George." He said softly behind his paw.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 22:19:38 GMT -5
"George, I'm Kit," she smiled, shortening her name, shifting him, continuing to use the fabric to clean him. "George, you're okay now. Okay? You're really okay. Are you tired?" Fingers grazed through his hair, combing a little. He was a lot bigger than hers were, but still so small.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 21, 2010 22:22:31 GMT -5
Jerrie grunted, finishing wrapping her up and hefting her over his shoulder, starting back out, frowning deeply. Nobody was going to like this at all...
George squirmed when he was shifted, still a little unsure. "Uh huh." He said softly, sniffling.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 21, 2010 22:33:26 GMT -5
"You get some sleep, okay?" she murmured, shifting him so that he was over one of her boney shoulders, continuing to rock a little. "You'll be safe. Everything's okay now." Her eyes scanned the area as she swallowed. Where the fuck was Mungojerrie? The place was creeping her out.
... so was the growing scent of blood.
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