Into The Jungle Of The Night

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Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Great
OOC: Osha and Latro, introduction thread for them.
Words: 300

                            

I'm about to blow

Dangerous. 

That single word echoed through Latro's head as he moved forward, right on the outside of the jungle where he stayed. Soft forest green eyes drifted up into the dark sky, soft twinkles of stars bright across the black. The silhouette was of average size, with thick muscle under the short, golden fur traveling along his body. Then there was the large, pitch black ears that almost blended in with the sky above it, and the soft moonlight flowing down assisted with the almost angel like look. To ones new to him, he could be considered an angel, of all things.

So if you come around then you should know

but, at that same idea, if you thought of him as an angel, with the monster in his head, ha. Your funny.

I'll tear you up in two

Light snow rained down upon Latro's fur, his soft forest green eyes narrowed in distaste as he turned away from the moonlight, the jungle behind him sparkling with ice covering the tall trees, a snowy wonderland even. Paws lightly crunched against the snow as he moved forth, the only anger ever so slightly obvious in his sharp, almost gentle eyes as his tail flicked behind him. You weakling. Just let me out, as I can attract all the members, so we are as dangerous as ever! The thought made the tom's conscious waver as he heard the snarl echo through his head, but he quickly stopped it. Phasmatis did not need to be unleashed.

Just yet, that is.

A soft purr at the thought of him, yes him, being leader of his own group. A smile softly breached his calm composition, before he glanced around once more as he felt a presence enter the air, his cold, yet clean composer back on.

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

[Lightningtrail]

When your plans unravel in the sand

The world was hushed by the soft downfall of winter as it fell upon the solum earth below the tom's white-tipped feet. He closed his eyes in quiet ecstasy. He loved the calm chill of winter. He wished that the hot, humid summers were just a myth, a story told to kittens to help them sleep. His fur was not long enough to keep out the frigid air, to stop the tom's legs from shivering, but he didn't mind. The cold brought a calm to the air and to the grey tom, as though he were drawing in the power of frost into his being. Of course, it was only the smaller tom's perception. In now way was the snow giving him any more strength than usual. but was it wrong to question, to wonder, to believe even if you know that it is impossible?

The tom's pelt was speckled with white as he trotted through the beautiful, wonderland of trees and snow around him. His green eyes flicked from massive trunk to massive trunk. It had been a long while since he had been in a forest such as this one. He usually preferred to stay in the open fields, ones with few trees and abundant mice. but he had missed the trees, the shelter and shadows over his head, so here he was.

Osha wrinkled his nose as a flake fell on it, and he flicked it away with his paw. but when he brought his paw away from his face, he got a whiff of something strange. Another cat is out in this weather? He thought to himself, his head turning this way and that in a search for another feline. He was desperate for a friend, desperate for companionship. He had been alone for so long that he could hardly remember the faces of his old group. The claws had been wonderful, but he knew that waiting in the ashes of some great fire would not bring the flames back to life. The tom finally located the direction of the scent, and padded swiftly in that direction. He was desperate for company. Anyone would do.

((Roselocke))

what would you wish for if you had one chance

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Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Great
OOC: So sorry for such a late reply!
Words: 319

The gold and black tom quickly caught the scent of a cat, and he heard the maniacal laughter of Phasmatis echo inside his head, just as he turned to stare around, examine the territory in interest. His forest green flicked around before he growled in disgust as his paw sunk into a hole of snow, where another giggle from Phasmatis made him sigh, from both annoyance and anger. He hated the cold season, as his short fur never let the heat he loved so greatly stay, as his body was always shivering, almost weak during the cold. The horrid season was one of his only weaknesses, with it's annoying white wonderland of a landscape making him stand out like a sore paw, and how the prey ran so very little. Past the calm aura of the season that could allow any cat to just sit and think, it made living upon your lonesome a challenge, but all that would change very soon.

Finally pulling his paw out of the hole, Latro stepped forward some more, that forest green gaze flicking around, searching for any sign of the cat he had seen and smelled barely seconds before, until a small movement caught his eye. A purr rumbled in his throat as the thought of a new recruit touched his mind, and he let his paws take him forward, his golden pelt speckled oddly with white,"Hello? Who is there upon this snowy night, in this weather?" His deep voice touched the air as he stepped forward, the strong muscle under his short fur showing the danger that he was, the danger that seemed to radiate from him, but he would not risk hurting a possible recruit, ever. It was unmannerly, and rude, and would result in his group never growing. Which would be a horrible trategy.