Life. . .or Something Like That {Kitty}

[~*Nyx*~]

It was a day like most other days, the sun was shining, the was a slight, cool breeze letting everyone know that colder weather was on the way. It was early fall, that time of year when the world looks like it is at deaths doorstep, waiting for the first frost of winter. This just happened to be Yami's favorite time of year.

He was far from a nice boy, yes, so far from it that it was an alien concept to him. For someone that was supposed to represent Life, he sure was glad to see it snatched away from things. At the moment, he was busy toying with a small mouse that had had the misfortune of crossing his path. With one heavy paw he held the little thing down, listening to it squeak pitifully. He liked to imagine that the creature was begging for him to release it. Not that he actually would do such a thing.

He had spent the better part of the morning listening to his father lecture him about how he shouldn't be so cruel, which Yami thought was rather funny considering that his father had spent the better part of his life seeking revenge on those that had done him wrong. The thought brought a slight smile to his lips. What a hypocrit his father was.

[Kitty Love]

Siibsynomelyn had woke this morning cold and had found that her parents, and her pet, had all left that morning for whatever reason. They always came back so she wasn't entirely concerned. however, she certainly did not like being left to the cold. She was small and lacked any fur at all, her skin actually being tri-colored, and so this time of year was not good for her, and she hated it. But that certainly would not keep her in her cold den, alone. Maybe the sun would warm her up a bit?

So she left and began to wander, her idea working unless a breeze swept over her form, which would cause a shiver to run down her spine. She cursed under her breath until the pathetic sounds of a squeaking mouse came to her ears, which perked instantly. She could, indeed, go for a snack this morning.

She moved toward the sound, finding it odd that it stayed stationary, and then ended up finding another feline, one that seemed a little... off to her. There definitely was something different about him, but she'd have to venture a closer inspection to figure out what it was. With the mouse forgotten, she moved forward with her fleshy tail held high, strange actions for a puppet indeed.

[~*Nyx*~]

His little mind still churned with the lecture, running his father's words over and over in his head. It sickened him. Just the fact that his father said that he shouldn't be so cruel just proved how very weak his father was. Of course, that had to be it. What other reason was there for the lecture? His father couldn't stand that his young son was so much stronger than him.

That thought alone pleased him. . .maybe one day his father would fear him as the little mouse did. Yes, that would be oh so lovely. He cackled to himself, the sound carrying on the wind. He pressed down a bit harder on the little mouse, laughing again as it made it's pitiful little squeaks. The little thing wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

So lost in his thoughts and the torment of the mouse, he didn't hear the other coming up behind him. Bad move for one that was always on the alert and look out for something fun to play with.

[Kitty Love]

The little naked puppet's confidence was enough that she would approach this unknown male anyhow, but the fact that he didn't seem to notice her presence just seemed to build her up more. She lifted her head, a devious little smirk appearing simultaneously on her muzzle as well, she could indeed have fun with this. Well, if she'd been thinking about it really, she wasn't the best at thinking.

You there, who are you?

She stopped, keeping her dominant pose as well as a reasonable amount of distance, she may not be a thinker but she was well aware of the fact that not everyone was friendly. She'd even met one little fellow whom had tried to eat her, so her caution was justifiable.

[~*Nyx*~]

The pitiful squekings grew louder as his paw pushed harder down on the mouse, then he caught a wiff of somthing. . .or rather someone coming up behind him. He growled lightly just as he heard the voice, his paw coming down and snuffing the life from the little mouse, ending it's pleas. He looked over his shoulder, glaring through the mask he wore. "Who I am in of little concern to you."

He took a moment to appraise the other, she didn't look all that threatening, but she was sure trying hard to put that image across. She definatly didn't look like a challenge, but he had been fooled before. Maybe he could at least have a little fun.

[Kitty Love]

So he was a feisty one as well as a stranger, very well, two could play that game. She puffed herself up and came a little closer, a soft growl resonating from her throat as that fleshy tail waved about. She knew she was playing a dangerous game here, but that was the only type of game she really enjoyed.

Who you are is a concern of mine because I asked, had I not cared at all... I wouldn't have asked.

That reasoning seemed simple enough to her, but perhaps this strange fellow wouldn't quite get it? She didn't know because she'd never seen him at all really. She was merely a curious Puppet, but he need not know that really, for he'd never met her either so how could he possibly know? She wasn't really the conventional subservient Puppet after all....

She waited eagerly for a response, or a reaction. A certain primal urge was beginning to rise from dormancy deep within her, an urge she normally quelled around other Euclide, but perhaps it was because of the mouse he'd killed? Either due to adrenaline, or death, her blood lust was beginning to come out of hiding.

((sorry for taking so long to reply.. .x.x))

[~*Nyx*~]

Yami raised a brow, well at least as much of a raised brow as his little feline self could manage. This little female was a feisty little thing, much different than her outside appearance. He stood, taking astep towards her, sniffing in her direction. With a snort and half laugh he sat, once again, on his haunches, head canting to the side.

Well, since you seem to think that who I am is of the upmost importance, which it just might be, i shall indulge you and answer your little question. I am J'Yamius, but to keep things simple for you, you may just call me Yami, or Sire, which ever suits you best. Condescending little thing that he was, he grinned, making a mock bow to the female before settling himself once more, little wings rustling on his back.

Yes, Yami is a jerk, big jerk as a matter of fact, but that was just because he thought he was better than everyone else. Representitive of life and bringer of death, that little tidbit had gotten to his head, even at such a young age.

Now that I have properly introduced myself, I think it only fair that you do the same. Mocking tone in his voice, enough to piss anyone off, but that was something he was more than a little good at.