I am a cannibal, I eat toms up, breakfast and lunch

[Dyzzie]

Ah, the quiet.

Not a single creature was speaking, not a single breeze swaying, the world working in a silent harmony, all but one sleek white form almost undistinguishable from the ivory expanse of the freshly-felled snow. The bitter air didn't bother the fierce feline one bt, razor sharp green eyes scattering the world calmly, gatheirng up information like a student who had been away from shool for too long, or a librarian who had been banished from a library for a month. She smiled, a sick, twisted, but oddly pretty grin as she moved about with a practicd, predatorily ease. THere was one thing about the female. No matter the look on her face. No matter the dark gleam in her eyes, there was something about her that would continue to draw you in. Cloer. Closer. Closer. Until Snap. You're caught in her honey and arsenic web. And then. It's too late. You're gone.

Such a delight.

She glanced around casually, her long, feathery white tail coiling up to the air, faint curve, soft twist, light flick, dancing on an invisible wind current, drapping the sky like a sheet of soft cotton. Her fur bounced with each step, the tendrils of white giving her a fancy 'show-quality' prance to her high-knee steps, as she trapeized through the thick snow, moving with an ease, her paws carefully splayed so she barely sank an inch into the snow, walking over it with an ease that came natural to those who walked with grace, poise, perfection. Oh, and the bitch was oh, so, very, very perfect.

She was a goddess.

Or so she thought. She smiled in amusement at her own thoughts, once more carelessly making her way through the surrounding world. A soft twitch of her whiskers, her muzzle dropping open in what might be described as a cute, awed look as she glanced around, her features turning swiftly into that of an innocent, slightly lost, but giddy young female. Perfect, and ripe for the taking. Only she'd be doing the taking in the end. In truth, her parted muzzle allowed her to scent for her prey. What ever foolish cat might come across her assuming her to be a lost loner, kitty pet - or worse, heaven forbid, a clan cat. Which she most certainly was not.

A soft giggle.

Each action was perfected long ago infront of a pool of water. The perfect soft giggle. The bat of her long, ivory eyelashes. The soft, sideways, shy glant of her green eyes. The cute, innocent expressions of her facial features. How to stand, how to turn. The small movements of her tail, her paws, her head, her ears, to draw her victims in closer. Closer. Closer. Snao, they're gone. She was the perfect fighting machine. The perfect little bait trap too. She was perfect in of herself. A quite unique little female indeed. And right now. She was on the prowl.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty.

OOC:// My first post with WIcca. SHe's my favorite little girl, and oh how I missed her <3

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OOC: Time for the introduction thread ^^
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I'm about to blow

Oh, yeeaahhh, danger danger, here comes the big boy Latro! Hah, you make me laugh, weakling. The snarl of Phasmatis echoed through the silloutte's intelligent mind as he moved forth in elegant movements. Large pitch black ears stayed perked in the air as a strong, young rogue stepped forth through the freshly fallen snow, white caking his golden paws. His aura was one of calm, cool one, though battle raged in his head as the dark thoughts of Phasmatis fought for control, though none of the such effected his composure, nor his aura that was his dangerous ability. Strong muscles rippled smoothly under his short, well-groomed golden fur, and his own long, night black tail waved lightly behind him, as if he was innocently strolling through the snow. 

So if you come around then you should know

but, then again, you should never judge such a book by it's cover.

I'll tear you up in two

One smart remark after another flowed through his head as Phasmatis attempted to weaken his strong walls and take control of the shared consious, but Latro replied with a simple type of stinging words, along the lines of, If I am such a weakling, Phasmatis, why do we share the same body? Before a smirk would breach his face. Soft forest green eyes glanced around, searching for any type of figure that he could speak to in his boredom. Maybe, just maybe, even find a new recruit for his lovely new rogue group.

That was when his sharp eyes set upon a long furred, snowy white form standing in the middle of the clearing, an innocent look stated upon her elegant face. Furrowing his brow in ever so slight interest, the tom turned his direction, and padded forward."Hello?" His rich, deep voice filled the cold, bare air as a breeze just lightly ruffled his fur. The gold and black tom's cocky and cool aura slipped away quicker than the snow shook from his fur, replacing it with a matching innocent look, a glimmer of intrigue in his soft forest green eyes. The only thing giving away his act. The only thing giving away to his dangerous aura as he stared into her own eyes.

Here pretty, pretty, pretty.

I know you want me.

Go ahead walk it off if you know whats best for you.

[Dyzzie]

The female moved with an easy grace, a grace that came from knowing how beautiful one is, and being perfectly capable of flaunting it. And flaunt it the wench did. In fact, the femme fatale would do so much more than flaunt it. She'd lay it on hard, until you were most certain she was the only ffemale left in the world. And just before you're thinking you might have a chance, she rips it out of your grasp with a cruel, cold laugh and a pleasurable smile. She was not a femme who gave in when it came to relationships, love, any of that nonsense. Sure. A casual hook-up. No problem. A booty-call, why not. Relationship? Zip, she's gone.

Untouchable.

She was just that, on so many levels. From the way she walked with an elegant stride, tail flicking to draw attention to the way she carried herself, each step high-stepped to let her fur flicker and feather out in the most appealing way. She was lovely to look at but untouchable. Untouchable on so many levels. You'd never find a prettier, or harder to snag female. And you'd never find a cat who took as much delight in causing pain, damage, death than this dangerous little minx. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with. To quote a past mate, one of the few, 'A triple threat: Beauty, Brains, and a love of death. Causing death that is.' No, there was nothing typical, or normal about this female.

One of a kind.

And she'd stay that way. She moved through the snow easily, keeping the innocent charade on. You never knew when the next victim might appear, and sometimes it was far better of an idea to keep the mask in place then to try and quickly cover up when you blunder. And that was why he only saw what he wanted her to see. He, was the tom just a bit ways away, sharp eyes, and too casual of a walk. He was the tom who furrowed his brow in slight interest - a small motion her keen eyes took in from the periphoral. He was the tom who turned to head in her direction, calling out in greeting. She'd been watching too long. Watched the cocky and cool slip into innocence, a tip of intrique in his eyes. She'd been watching him since his presence had sent alarm bells off of another in the area.

Not prey.

but she couldn't tell if he was a predator, so instead, she decided to continue to gather information, and the innocent act was continued, spinning around to finally face him directly, her smile vibrant, beautiful - practiced in the reflection to make sure it would be sincere, open, but innocent and a touch of oblivious, "Oh, why, hello there! I'm so glad to finally have run into some company. I thought I was surely the only one out on a day as cold as this." Even her speech pattern was changed from normal, fitting the airy, innocent role she'd taken on, letting a giggle sleep sweetly through the air between them. Easy. Not too much charm, not too innocent to come off as unstable. Just the right touches to lure him in. Her deep green eyes met his, letting the soften into a molten emerald hue of warmth and relief.

Such an actress.

And this was her stage. Scene: Winter scape. Enter tom. Exit tom in arms of death. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Silly me. I'm Snowflake! What's you're name?" She asked, her voice soft, a faint purr, letting the words drip through the air, as sweet as honey, as soft as a green-leaf breeze. "Isn't it just so pretty out here!" Her gaze turned back out the white, another giggle leaving her throat, "So bright, and pretty with the sun reflecting off the snow. I'm so glad I snuck out of my two-legger's home." Kitty-pet. Would add a further touch of innocence. Especially with the next part, the innocent drop of her gaze. Shy. Delicate. Needing reassurance. "Oh, I, I didn't mean to say that . . . or admit that. You wild cats don't much like housecats like myself." She ducked her head, as if embarrassed, her voice soften to admit, "I just don't like being cooped up in that house. I have to roll in the snow just to hide the scent of my humans, and hide my collar in a bush." Her gaze shifted back to him, innocent, uncertain, hopeful, "but . . . . surely, you won't mind I'm a kitty-pet. Right?"

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I'm about to blow

Danger. That is what I am.

The thought almost brought a touch of a maniac grin to the tom's face as Phasmatis took a single split second of control of their shared conscious, before a quick re-handle with Latro's strong mind took over once more, the single maniac glimmer in his soft green eyes for not even a second. Then again, this kinds of situations happened too many times to really count, as the two conscious's were always on the edge, fighting to the end as a battle raged in the calm tom's mind. The storm was always trying to take over the calm ocean, lift away the calm demeanor and replace it with all but evil.

Then again, the storm had never been able to really tame calm waters for more than a single sunrise. 

With a blink, the tom returned to reality, his innocent look still framed in his posture and face. Now, no one could deny that Latro could not be considered dashing to some, most even, with his soft, oh my lordy soft forest green eyes that could make almost any she-cat melt. Then came his soft, short golden fur that glowed in the bright sunlight, and if a she-cat got the pleasure to touch his fur, it could be so hard to even deny just how much it made them melt. Then, came his unique look, with his very own long, pitch black tail and large black ears, also with a slight nick in the right ear of his. but, at that moment, his entire appearance was directed upon the she-cat before him, allowing her to bathe in his look, and then his soft forest green eyes as he met her dark green eyes full on.


As she started to speak, the tom took notice to her dazzling smile, but Latro knew better than to assume anything. He needed to collect all the information. The darkness of his thoughts showed none of the sort on his face, nor his soft eyes as he stared at hers, a soft smile upon his face as he took a moment to speak,"I am happy to be your very company." His deep voice that melted most she-cats just from the single sound spoke gently, easily, as if he was a single innocent tom with not a single bad thought, a preacher of the clan's very own Starclan. Hahaha! A deep chuckle echoed through his head at the thought of such, as he had commited to many sins because of the monster held inside of his conscious, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

He was now a monster, a puppeteer of the hearts of others.

So if you come around then you should know

And he would strike whenever he felt fit.


The she-cat's melody of innocence that shined in her voice as she spoke once more snapped his thoughts back to her, her long, silky white fur almost blending into the snow, and her dark green eyes seemed to see into his tainted soul. As she stated her name, a soft giggle entering the bare air, he let a smile lightly touch his features, his eyes calm, kind, gentle for once, as he spoke as once,"Oh, I have been referred to as Chrome for as long as I can remember." Snap. Trap. Bag the kill. The thought echoed through his head as he heard Phasmatis cackling inside his head, and for once, Latro almost agreed with such a thing. but, he had to test the waters first. Make sure she was a safe route. Not a complete danger. With a soft laugh, he matched her gentle giggle, the chuckle entering the air."Why, you have a beautiful name, Snowflake." Flashing another soft, gentle smile, the tom's face only held one of softness, innocence, vulnerability.

Pfft. Such an actor. 

Soft eyes watched carefully for any slip up in the she-cat's story, for a single mistake with her backstory, that could be fake. In no way would he trust anything other than the truth, in which was almost impossible to find those very days. Snowflake spoke once more, a shy glance to her paws and a soft giggle and purr before hand. Innocence. Ugh. Disgusting."Oh my, Snowflake, it is undeniably beautiful, but it is nothing compared to you..."With a quick widen of his eyes, the tom glanced shyly at his shuffling paws, as if every single moment was real, though no heat flooded to his cheeks.

Acting, once more, this stage with the legendary act of Chrome, the shy, flattering tom with a slash of innocence and a gentle smile.

I'll tear you up in two

Latro had not been like that since he was a tiny kit. Before he had a nice slap with reality. When he realized nothing was like that, and that in order to survive in this kind of world, acting was the only way. Until a single place of vulnerability appeared, in which he needed to strike.

The strong muscled, average sized tom smiled gently at her at her shy words, before he brought his tail over and lightly raised her head,"Oh, my dear, you should in no way worry. I am also the one of a two-leg's den, that I need to live. I came out here to enjoy the snow, and maybe meet a new cat along the way." More like Latro and Phasmatis searching for more cats for their dangerous rogue group that they were collecting.

Just at that look of hers, of innocence, of uncertainty, the tom smiled gently. Hook. Reel. Strike.

With a gentle tap on her nose, Latro edged ever so gently closer, his muscles rippling under his short fur."I get it, Snowflake. As I have done the same, many times. Just to escape those two-legs is a pain, especially with the dog I am forced to live with." Pain flickered across his face as he gestured to the chip in his pitch black ear, and how his eyes becoming gooey almost with pain. Fake, practiced pain that is. Like Latro felt pain.

I got my prey.

Here pretty, pretty, pretty.

I know....

I know you want some.

Go ahead walk it off if you know whats best for you.

[Dyzzie]

The female was careful, keeping herself firmly in the role of 'snowflake' who was perfect for pulling young casanovas to her, and even the occassional shy boy. but she was observant to, easily masking this with flirty eyes, watching him. The glimmer in his eyes was familiar, there one second gone the next. but still too slow for her fine tuned eyes not to catch. Glimmer, his immediate interest. Gotta be a casanova. Looking to score tail perhaps. Would make sense. Too bad he found the wrong kind of tail, not that Wic would tell him that. He'd learn it soon enough, When Snowflake suddenly stumbled, or some other method that he'd be quick to offer help, and she'd suddenly attack. It'd be perfect.

She couldn't wait.

She would though, all in the name of acting. She smiled sweetly, her ears back, staying in the role of the sweet, innocent, shy Snowflake. Be the prissy airhead. Be the prissy airhead. Not that she could truly call herself an airhead. She giggled, letting her eyes cut to him, as if to admire the glow of the pelt off his fur, her own movements selected and perfected long ago to be an unintention method of showing herself off. A soft side step that would end up letting her better qualities show, the way her feathered fur flickered, the way her tail would twist through the air, the tip brushing faintly against her back, before flicking away again. Small, accidental methods that would show how pretty, a kitty, she was. His green eyes met hers then, and it was time for the next scene.

Speaking roles, please.

She giggled, as she introduced herself, smiling back at him when his soft eyes met hers, his soft smile touched his face, and she delicately dropped her eyes, as if embarassed to hear someone tell her they were enjoying her company. Definitely a casanova. Showing himself off, the deep voice that would knock weaker girls to their knees. Well, she could easily play the star-caught kitten. Her smile turned more shy, glancing up at him through her eyelashes, her voice turning almost dreamy, "The pleasure's all mine," Before letting her eyes snap open wide as if hearing the way she sounded and immediately lowering her gaze again. Shy. Innocent. Sweet. Naive. Perfect.

She spoke again.

He gave his name then, chuckling softly, introducing himself as Chrome, though she doubted it was real - but then again who knew. Casanova types where full of themselves. Get them close, closer, closer, click, snap, caught and done. He'd be hers soon. She blushed again, unwilling to meet his gaze as if embarrassed, "I wouldn't know about beautiful . . . it seems . . . . overused." She admitted sadly, letting her shoulders drop, letting a glimpse of a vulnerable side show before her gaze turned to him, a soft, sweet, but shy smile that was turning a bit starry eyed, "but it's lovely to meet you Chrome, truly." She purred softly, a tiny giggle.

Two actors.

Both carefully watching the other from behind the masks to make sure it was safe. She giggled as she glanced to her paws, before looking up at him when he spoke her 'name', giggling shyly, before smiling softly when he glanced away shyly, "T-thank you . . . . for the . . . compliment. You are too." There was a pause, eyes snapping open wide, as if she caught herself in an embarrassed fumble, "I mean, you're not beautiful, but uh, handsome . . . cause, you know . . . I . . . . " She fell quiet, eyes squeezing shut in embarassment that had been pre-planned, using her feathery tail to hide her face shyly, "I, I'm sorry . . . . I'll be quite now." She mumbled, as if hiding a blush, bright green eyes peeking over the white tail. Soft, gentle, sweet.

Come a little closer.

She was surprised as his tail touched her face, or at least she showed surprise, looking up at him almost shyly, her muzzle parted in a faint, startled "o", before letting her expression turn to one of relief when he called himself a kitty pet. Whether this casanova was a kittypet or not, the femme fatale didn't know, and she didn't give a care about. She just needed to let him think she was some flowzy. Get him closer, closer, closer. Snap the trap and have her prey. She wrinkled her nose in an adorable manner when he tapped it, looking up as he edged closer, pretending to blush softly, before letting herself look oh so alarmed, "Oh you poor thing, a dog? They're so scary! I remember when mine tried to bring one home. I was chased around the yard before the little one picked me up and took me back inside." She meowed with a tiny shake of her head, shifting her paws for the next part of her action.

The final setting.

She let herself stumble slightly, as if so distracted by him, she forgot to watch where she set her feet, as she stumbled into the snow, squeaking in surprise as she 'slid' on the ice just beneath the fresh layer, "Ooph!" She mewed, before looking up in surprise at him, as if embarrassed and alarmed to have been caught at 'not her best,' a shy, soft of look, before she quickly attempted to pull herself back to her feet, only to let a small whimper leave her as her right fore leg 'refused' to take weight, perfectly protraying a sprained limb that was perfectly fine, "The one bad part of winter . . . . the ice." She mumbled, awkwardly giggling as if trying to hide her embarassment as she clumbsily tried to get to her feet with out useing the limb, looking pitiful and vulnerable.

Take the bait.

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OOC: All. Hell. Is. About. To. Break. Lose. 
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I'm about to blow

Come on kitty kitty, take the bait.

A smirk almost-almost breached his act, though Latro was much more careful than that, then to allow such a thing to be ruined. So, she wanted to play the innocent act, huh? The tom's keen eyes watched her every move, prepared for anything to happen. Though his posture was completely relaxed, his same muscles were tensed, ready for any single movement to happen, or even a slight falter of her act. Soft forest green orbs stared into dark green, challenging even, as the gold and black tom watched. A single ear twitch every once and awhile was his only movement, till she continued speaking."Why thank you, but I assure you, gracing myself with your prescence is much more of an honor than meeting myself." Latro's voice was gentle, sincere.

Perfect. A perfect tom.

So if you come around then you should know

Breathing in the cool air, his soft eyes fluttered closed for a second, before he flicked his long black tail, and then returned the strong, soft gaze to 'Snowflake's' gaze. A soft chuckle at her stuttered words, the golden tom smiled,"Oh, it's perfectly fine, dear Snowflake. I don't mind." There it was. Another fake, yet practiced sincere voice, followed by another smile as his large ears twitched. Good job, weakling. I see you are doing well in the way of me. A soft snarl flickered in his head, but he let none of the such effect him, when he was in the middle of his first deceiving act. His first strike.

Taking note to her parted maw, a soft purr rumbled in his deep throat as his paws slipped into the snow a little bit closer, as if to tempt her to come closer. To fall into his scent, his fur, his everything. To lure her into his trap. As her expression changed to relief at his words, he was completely prepared for anything to happen. His sharp eyes watched her closely, every single movement, anything she did, for any sign of danger, as she could be just wearing a mask of her true self. A grim expression faced her, before he spoke once more with his deep voice,"Yes, it is very horrible, Snowflake. I have to deal with the mutt everyday, from the second I go the bed to the second I go to bed in the very next night forever. That is why I am mainly out her, my dear." Latro's voice was a grim, gentle tone as he lowered his gaze in almost shame, his ears pressed against his head in a fake sadness.

I'll tear you up in two

The final action. The perfect place to strike.

Latro smiled even more at her, before a deep frown etched his face as she in turn got stuck in the snow, from the ice."Oh my, are you okay?"His voice sketched in concern, he watched closely and listened to her words with wide, forest green eyes. The perfect time to really strike, just....just...There it is. Reaching forward to help the she-cat up, there it was. The perfect time. Just as he reached over, he lunged right at her, aiming to slam her into the snow.

Go ahead walk it off if you know whats best for you.

[Dyzzie]

It was all so perfect, her acting so practiced it almost came natural, if not for the fact that the mere thought of really being this innocent or gullible would make her severely ill. Who would want to be like that. She giggled at his gentle, sincere tone regardless, as if both pleased and embarrassed to hear it, eating up the attention as if she never got it. This was too good. It really was. Who'd have thought she'd have a lucky catch. "Oh, surely you jest, dear Chrome. I couldn't fathom a world where I could be so important. There's so many like me in the world, and yet I've never met another like you." She mewed with a shake of her head. So many like her? Ha. She truly was another of a different cloth. Yet Casanovas were a dime a dozen.

She was an original.

She pretended to grow more embarrassed by his chuckle, ducking her gaze before looking up when he assured it was fine, he didn't mind, using the perfect 'oh thank goodness' face to relay her communication silent. Her parted maw was another perfected item, and she willingly pretended to be pulled in, letting herself shuffle a few steps forward before pretending to be embarassed and draw herself away, her paws partially hidden by the snow, her gaze lowered, before looking up sadly, with her best (and I do mean best), 'you poor thing' eyes. "I do wish you wouldn't have to deal with tat. If I ever could, I'd rid you of such a horror. but What could I do?" She mewed sadly, shoulders slumping sadly.

The falter.

It was perfect, hearing his concern, watching him reach towards her, and at the same moment they both lunged, and instantly it was like flipping a button, and the murderess was at the surface, vibrant green eyes showing the wickedness and the great joy she took in the wickedness and causing pains to others as she met his lunge. Huh, so he was playing far more deeply then she thought. Pushing away, she stood a little distance away, cocking her head, and this time, there was a smirk on her muzzle, her tail twisting, her expression amused, "Huh. Here I thought you were some mouse-brained casanova." She mused with a roll of her eyes. She smirked almost cruelly, eyes glinting as she moved through the snow, her walk different, her stance different.

The predator.

Everything about her spoke of danger. She walked the walk of a predator, her hips swinging slowly, her steps soundless in the snow as she walked above it, and this time her full paw was visible, pale gray long claws seen from where even when sheathed, a bit peaked out. Her ears were perked, as she circled him slowly, watching him, "Hmm, maybe you're not such easy prey after all." She purred, her vocals low, sexy, enthrawling. She was all Wicca now. All tantalizing sex appeal. All predatorial femme fatale. All dangerous. All murdererous. All sociopath. All the time.

She's back.

The bitch smirked, moving closer to him, letting her feathery tail brush against his side, trail over his rump, back up his other side before flicking his nose with the end ever so slightly, a purely sexual movement meant to keep him guessing, keep him wandering, keep her in control where she preferred to be. Where she lived at the top of the world. Her green eyes were darker now, lit by the fire that spoke of just how border-line unstable she was, letting her muzzle part to show a single canine with a half grin, "What's your real name, baby. I doubt it's Chrome." She purred, all low, all husky. All too perfect. but this was Wicca. She knew who she was And she was one hell of a sexy little minx.

She was perfect.

And she was keeping her eyes on him, judging him, trying to see who she'd run into, letting him fall into a sense of relaxation. Letting him believe she was only so curious to avoid attacking. And then, suddenly, and with out any kind of warning she leapt for his back, claws out, and an evil smirk on her muzzle, eyes glittering with anticipation for the fight. "Come on baby. Show me whatcha got." Who knew evil could be so sexy.

She did, of course.

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I'm about to blow

Phasmatis was back.

Soft forest green eyes became colder, unnaturally cold really, as if that single look was all that ever seemed to be on his face. A maniac smile appeared on his face, a long, echoing cackle filling the air."I'm back, baby." He purred softly in his low, deep tone, eyes narrowed in glee. Danger. That was something that now radiates off of him, his average body and strong muscles. At the connected lunge, he leaped away from her by smashing his paws against her underbelly, landing in the snow with grace, before his eyes returned to hers, evil glee obvious.

At her words, his smile grew even bigger,"Why no, I am only L-." Within seconds Latro took control once more, his eyes closed for a split second before he met the she-cat's once more, his eyes now alluring, calm. Dangerous. The was a good word for him as the battle continued to rage in his head as Phasmatis was dropped in the back of his mind, but all thoughts were not directed upon the she-cat before him. No one could deny he was one-in-a-kind, with his murderous maniac personality he tried to keep away with his own strong, intelligent mind, since Phasmatis was so very simplistic.

So if you come around then you should know

A murderer.

It was so very obvious what he was, with a soundless steps against the paws and his dangerous claws exposed. The way his tail swung and just how cocky he seemed in this very fight, yet careful eyes watched her every movement, trying to make sure she was safe, or for any single shread of vulnerability. If she lived against his fight, just the thought of her in his rogue group made him purr with glee. And just taking a glance over her, it was easy to tell for her being such a predator, but a beautiful one at that. At her words, the tom smiled with a glow,"Why thank you, but I guess you might be a very hard bitch to defeat." With his own deep, low, sexy tone, Latro put empathizes on the word 'bitch' just too challenge her. To get her going. A gleeful smile ringed on his words as he edged ever so slightly closer as she circled him, his eyes narrowed in preparation. For any movement. A single shred of off-track.

A sex appeal all the way, my friend.

I'll tear you up in two

Dark green eyes stared into his soft forest, paws lightly brushing the snow in silence as they challenged each other with words, words of flattery even. but Latro was in no way here for flattery, no. He was here for blood, or a recruit. Simple as that. As she touched his body, he was prepared for anything, but let out a purr of satisfaction. Fake one at that. but he had to draw out her, get her to attack him. At her new words, he let out a small smirk,"So, you care about me, huh? Well, in no way is my name Chrome. No, I am Latro, if you wanted to know. So, who are you?" Latro's voice was deep, smooth. Sexy. His soft forest green would have melted any she-cat at that single moment, being so very alluring and atttractive, almost hard for any other she-cat to hold his gaze for so long. but, this she-cat seemed strange, seemed different.

Seemed special.

Well, for a sociopath bitch that is.

Then she leaped at him as he felt claws lightly bring blood to the top of his back, but in seconds he had moved. White snow now mixed with red, but paws steps slammed into the ground as he lunged at her, his eyes blazing in anticipation as his claws lay unsheathed. Aimed right at her, to slam her into the snow, and challenge her.

To meet psycho to socio. 

Go ahead walk it off if you know whats best for you.

[Dyzzie]

For the moment, the tom in front of her seemed to shift, a blue cat taking his place. A familiar blue cat as evil, demented as she was, with so many different sides to his coin. Though she preferred her Grey or even Black to White. White was just . . . . boring, to put it simply. Boring. She met the green eyes, watching them go colder with distrinct interest. What delectable little snack did she find today. The maniac smile only increased her interest. My, my, my-my-my. This would be a fun little thing. At his next words, she smirked, assumption almost entirely proven. Another two-faced tom? Yummy. Crazy - just the way she enjoyed her toys. And she needed a toy ready and eager to do her dirty work.

Collision.

They leapt back from one another, the female easily shaking off his rebound by using her own belly - she'd suffered worse, and landed easily, meeting his evil glee with her own dangerously delighted smirk. He started to say something before suddenly the manic was gone, and he was calm again, and she barely kept from pouting. Hey, bring back the other one. He looked fun. It would have been like romping with Black again. And she missed dear, amusing, child-like with a warrior's vegenance, Black. Instead she let her tail sway, grinning easily at the tom, canines glinting in the sun, her eyes itching, begging for some fun. Don't end the game just yet, darling.

Let's have some fun.

They both moved with hardly any sounds, the female's step light and airy, her gait the silent, deadly walk of a predatorial cat, kind of. His own cocky but clearly just as murdererous. Dangerous. Oh, so much fun. She grinned in amusement at his words, letting out a tantalizing purr when he called her a bitch. Wrong move. Unlike most females, the term bitch delighted her. Bitches were female dogs. Wolves. Canines. A dangerous, feared creature. He'd just given her a huge compliment. Her tail swung, twirlign through the air as she circled, watching him move closer as well, both sizing the other off, watching closely, biding time, waiting for the next collision.

Waiting for the battle.

"Mhmm, and who says you'll be able to defeat me, pet?" She asked with a low, thralling laugh, meeting his gaze calmly, letting the words act as their first battle, a battle of wits, to see what the other might dish out, to see what might get said. She smirked at his next words, rolling her eyes, "I'd care more about an ant then you, don't flatter yourself, puppet." She retorted, letting her tone drip through the air, acidy and dangerous. Delectable to those who walked her past. She was a rare prize. One few could control. One only two had controlled successfully, by giving her the attention she enjoyed so much, and the freedom she craved.

Latro.

"Who am I? Well, dear Latro . . . . . You can call me Wicca." It wasn't here full name, but she was curious about something else first. "And who was the maniac individual who appeared just a little while ago before you locked him away again. He looked like he'd be fun to play with." She purred, eyes gleaming, before flicking her tail, wanting to see which bit of information might knock him off his game. Her assumption of his MPD. Or her name. Had her legendary reputation beaten her arrival, or would she have to prove herself when she arrived? It was a cautious game of touch and go with her reputation. Usually, most cases, she was well known as a murdereous wench who enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the sweetness of the kill, the dangerous female who was far to lovely a prize to be contained, and far to dangerous a prize for less experienced studs to go after.

Would he know?

Or would her full name, Wiccan's Rede help? Or maybe any of the other titles given to her over the years. White Monster. White Death. Devil's Maiden. Grim's Helper. Vampiric Bitch. There were so many that the white creature enjoyed, so many names that spoke of her monstrosity. So many names to describe her. She leapt then though, claws bringing forth the red liquid to his black, and she grinned as he moved in mere seconds, as quick as she so far, and she met his lunge full on, letting him slam into her, using his momentum to easily cause them to roll into the snow, aiming to pin him down by his shoulders, her expression a dangerous form of playful, "That all you got, baby? And here I was hoping for some . . . . fun." She teased, immediately backing off to let this challenge of strength, of wit continue.

Would he be worthy?

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OOC: So, I was stupid and got grounded for two weeks, so I am really sorry if there are mistakes in this. Also, I sooooo see Phasmtis's voice just like the Joker's from the Arkham video game trilogy. And I think I accidentally power played in there. Oops
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"Well, my dear, I am, of all thing/, no pet. And of all things, I have fought and seen more things then you can imagine, and one of those monsterous things lives in my own head." The Tom answered in a dangerous tone, a wicked smile upon his face at her thralled laugh.'So, she thinks she's all that, huh?" Phasmatis snarled in his head, attempted to break out once more. but no. Later wanted her to stay alive, which would never happen if Phasmatis got to her. He wanted for her to lead his group along side him.

And at the thought, Phasmatis growled in displeasure.

He wanted out

From the cage of this weakling.

To those who walked his past, who formed Plasmatis-they would soon feel Latro'd wrath. but first, he had to tame this she-cat, prove his very own worth. Which he planned to, no matter her protests, nor Phasmatis's. A soft ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, and struck the gold and black Tom. In that single moment, he could have looked like an angel. A savior, if you may. A being that brought only life, and in no way death. but, if you looked close enough, into those alluring soft forest green eyes of his, nothing could hide the insanity, the pure danger, that flashed so obviously.

And those eyes were directed straight into the she-cat's own dangerous daggers that were her own dark green eyes.

As she spoke once more, stating her name, a smile of bright proportions appeared upon his face,"So, you are the legendary danger Wicca's Rede Help, huh? Well, you are much more dangerous and beautiful than I expected, my dear." His tone calm, Latro's paws slid forward, his alluring eyes teasing in that moment of time.

Wicca continued her speaking, and what she said made Phasmatis go crazy with thirst. Thirst for blood, thirst to escape-thirst for her.'Wait a moment, okay? You shall be released soon.' At those thoughts, a pure of Phasmatis echoed through out his head.

Danger danger, he was coming.

The storm over calm waters was coming.

Latro's paws stepped closer, closer, until he was only a mouse length away from Wicca,"I like it, Wicca's Rede Help." His voice was no more than a mere whisper, before he let Phasmatis out of his cage. In seconds, the Tom had leapt away, and was laughing hysterically.

Some call him a mad-man.

He calls himself a mad murderer.

With a gleeful giggle, his eyes a cold humor, a sign of his very own insanity."You called, Dear Wiccy?" The Tom's voice was no longer smooth, calm. No, it has been replaced by the insanity of Phasmatis, and his high voice, along with his signature large, maniac grin. Large ears twitched as his dangerous claws slid out, just as he started to trot around, challenging Wicca with his odd movements.

"Now miss Wicca, what would you like? You did summon the great Phasmatis." More hysterical cackling. Saying he was only insane was an understatement really.

As the two cats rolled in the snow, Phasmatis was soon on top of her, in which he giggled another remark,"Well Wic, I didn't know you wanted me that badly." His voice filled with its usual evil glee, he soon had her pinned into the light layer of snow, his claws just lightly grazing her shoulder, just enough to sting, yet not pierce precious, delicate skin. A calm demeanor replaced the psychotic one as Latro's took control once more, his soft forest green eyes just as dangerous, yet no more hysterical and insane giggling and cackling."Wicca's Rede Help...I have an offer for you that you might just want to hear." His tone was low, sexy, yet at the same time, intelligent. His soft, piercing eyes stared into her dark green, challenging her to agree with only his looks.

A worthy opponent, at last.

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OOC:// lol, so. Is it autocorrect of an Ipod that changed her name to 'Wicca's Rede Help' rather than 'Wiccan's Rede?' xP

The female smirked, flicking her tail in play, "Aww, baby doll, don't you like pet names. They can be so sweet, and so . . . . demeaning. Or . . . . shall I say demaning." The femme fatale purred, clearly happy to use the 'terms of endearments' to make him feel less studly and more like a toy, and oh what a toy he was. She rarely saw something that looked so fun when she went through the toy shops. She might have to keep this one aorund for a bit. His next words had her laughing with a roll of her eyes, "You assume too much, my pet. I've seen and done more things then you could imagine." There was still a small portion of cats trying to hunt her down for killing their leader. but really, the leader practically dared her to do it . . . was it really her fault for going along with it.

Really, it was justified.

And so much fufn. So very, very, very fun. She grinned as she tilted her head, eyeing the tom, before looking away from the sunlight, flicking her tail as the sun bathed them both, the tom turning into an almost savior, where as the femme's white pelt seemed to glow with an ethereal pale yellow hue. If he was a savior, she'd appear the angel. Of course, with her deep, dark green eyes, it was easy to tell she was far from such a selfless being. She lived for herself, and killing. And angels weren't suppose to do that. In fact, if the tom had hoped to upset her earlier by calling her a bitch, he should have tried angel. She'd killed a kit for asking her if she was one once. She was no angel.

Never will be, either.

She met his gaze with out fear, hesitation, any sign of weakness at all. She wasn't weak. If anything, she was very, very strong. She grinned, purring in obvious delight as he spoke her name, "Just Wicca will do." She responded with a flick of her tail, smirking dangerously low, flashing a fangy smile, "Oh, and I'm far more dangerous still." She purred, before looking down at herself and using a tail to draw attention to her sleek form, "And, frankly, no femme can ever hope to look as good as me. There's a certain dangerous sex appeal that comes from being such a feared predator. but I'm sure you know all about that, do you not, Latro."

Surely he was feared as well.

He moved closer again then, and she raised an eyebrow at his whisper, and then like a lightbulb he switched. It was another Black! How delightful. Of that she was certain, watching the male leap away with hysterical laughter. A mad, gleeful giggle. She tilted her head, and a briefly amused smirk appeared at the nickname 'Wiccy'. Not the most original. but it came close. Someone claimed it first a long time ago for her, though. She tilted her head, "Hmmm, yes, I suppose I did call." She responded. And then she got a name. Phasmatic. "Why, dear Phassy. I was merely oh, so, very curious about just whom you were."

He was a delight!

She responded, and then the two collided again, wrestling the snow, fighting for top. He pinned her, giggling as he commented on her wanting him, to which she smirked, running her tongue up the fur of his cheek, whispering a low, sultry tone, "Honey, if I wanted you . . . . you'd know." And then they rolled again and she had him pinned, her tail whisking through the air, eyes green, "You are quite the amusing thing. Next time you have control, look me up Phassy. We'll go hunting. And I don't mean for rabbit." She mewed with a wink, and then another tossel, until finally she was pinned again, the psychotic look replaced to the control of Latro, the calm once more present, and Wicca pouted, "Hey. No fair. I was having fun with Phassy." She huffed, slapping his chest with a paw before stilling when he spoke.

An offer huh?

She was silent when he spoke. An offer that she might just want to hear. His tone was low, and sexy. Intelligent. And slowly she smirked, tilting her head, "If you're about to offer yourself to me, you're wasting your breath. You might think you're all that, but frankly, I've seen better. Far better." Again, the blue tom flashed into her mind. Her dear Grey - now that had been one hell of a fucking sexy son of a bitch. Latro was . . . . Decent at best. Maybe somewhere between above average and . . . . something else under 'sex god.' Either way she met his gaze with her own. Forest green staring into rich emerald, and slowly she smirked.

A paw touched his chest.

And she was pushing him off easily, sitting up and grooming the snow from her pelt, her plumed, and feathery tail coiling around her paws, "Well, are you going to talk, tell me this 'oh-so-amazing-must-hear' offer. Or are you going to sit their twidling your tail tip. I'm a very busy kitty." She responded simply, cutting her eyes towards him, white eylashes half lowered over dark green eyes before she lowered her muzzle to lick at her paw delicately, her tail twitching, before slowly uncoiling to light flick in the air, her ears perked, "Go on, Latro. Tell me what you want to talk about, or I'll give Phassy permission to over take you and come play again," She threatened with an amused girn.

"He's more interesting anyway."

Kinda.

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OOC: No one tried to take Wicca or take her from the group while I was gone, did they?
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Music: Just watching the TV show Bones xD

Latro stared calmly as she spoke, his temper staying low in a calm demeanor. He had to keep his cool, as he would not show any weakness, or he knew he would regret it in every way, as then he would lose a possible recruit. And he needed all the recruits he could get. With a simple, almost bored blink of his forest green eyes, he let out a loud, lasting yawn, before smirking ever so slightly,"Demeaning, huh? Well, I am no man, I must admit. If I was one of those men, I would be just an ordinary being that would currently either be scratching your eyes out, or at least attempting to, or chasing your tail mindlessly, and I am doing neither, dear." His smooth voice flitted to the air, reaching towards the she-cat as he let a crooked smile touch his features just as he let a simple wink.

He had to at least test his seduction skills on someone, even if he was about to offer her a large roll in his group.

Latro met that fearless gaze with his own matching gaze, their green eyes staring at each other without hesitation. This would be fun, fun, fun, and he was loving it all together. Getting to have a decent argument and maybe even flirt battle with a lovely candidate for his group was more fun than he could have ever imagined, really. Returning his thoughts to Wicca, he listened to her words with interest as he perked his ears, before he smiled almost seductively, a single smile that would have swept any gullible she-cat off her feet and into his awaiting arms in interest,"Well, I might as well agree with that." He paused for a moment, surveying her sleek body, before he smiled once more,"I will not deny you have such that you the most beautiful she-cat I have ever seen, but I do not think that you are really my type, dear. but, I will agree with you that I am a dangerous, sexy beast, just as you would be considered to some." His considerably seductive voice touched the air as he winked his deep forest green eyes, before glancing around, ensuring there were no straying cats staring at their interesting conversation. He could not let anyone witness this.

He was a danger to all, after all.

With a light, bubbly giggle, Phasmatis winked at her before smiling as well, a large, mad grin."Well, dear Wiccans, I am simply me, the dear, and awe inspiring, Phasmatis, who is considered mad to my silly, calm conterpart." There it was, that strange, wicked smile that would send shivers through any normal cat, yet it now un-phased anyone close to Latro, in some way. but, he was one very hard to get close to. A thought running across his large mind, he winked before speaking once again,"So, Wiccans, would you like to play?" And then he lunged. He was an unfair bastard that would use any upper hand. 

but he was enjoying this with a deep passion.

They rolled through the snow, and with a delighted giggle as she licked his cheek and whispered in his ear, Phasmatis winked."Well, I might just have to accept that offer very, very soon, cause I must admit, you look like a very sexy beast, dear. Just like I." His voice hinted with a seductive tone, he squealed with delight as they set into another roll in the snow. Why, this was so much fun! And then Latro went and ruined the fun by reclaiming his body.

The calm gaze returned and stared at Wicca, before he burst into laughter. Offer his body to her? Yeah right. She was just..not his type right now, and he was in no way interested in such a she-cat,"Yeah sure, your really sexy, but your not my type, Wicca. No, I am offering for you to lead in my group beside me, as my luitinuet, if you will." His voice touched the air like fresh silk, before he let out another echoing laugh. So she thought Phasmatis was more fur than himself?"Well, if you take the offer, you will be seeing a lot of Phasmatis dear." Another wink, before his calm, placid expression returned as he awaited her response in interest.