Angel of Music (Rooooose)

[Carotius]

Tags: Roselocke
Muse: Just listen to the music XD
OOC: ROOOOOSE! I have a love plot idea with these two! It goes with "Angel of Music" and "The Mirror: Angel of Music". OuO And I'm going to assume this happens before they even met the other potential Dignified cats?

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~Brava.. Brava.. Bravissima..~

The rogue territories had been especially restless in the recent half-moon, with cats of every shape, size, colour, and allegiance battering one another down in some stranger bid for dominance, power, territory... Everything else these moronic and barbaric wastes of lifeblood claimed to be getting blood on their claws for. Savages, all of them, with no code of honour in their hearts. They only had the wildcat survival instincts imprinted into their pitifully uneducated minds; it was a miracle how some of the big groups he met even managed to get through the winter frosts he had heard about from his family. While cats knew him for his charms and for flirting with the pretty she-cats he met along the way, some have seen his darker side, the side who asserted dominance over weaklings who dared to defy him. Tyrannical? Not really. He just likes to be 'up there'.

He'd avoid the favourite areas of Twolegplace and the unoccupied lands that lay behind the Clan territories, sniffing with disdain at their rumpled pelts and absolutely messy dens; the stone paths were mucked with dirt and crow-food, the Thunderpath stench clinging to his fur, and dirty water turning his glossy coat a disgusting shade of brown and green. He stuck mostly to the upper halves of the territory, where there were gigantic Twoleg dens isolated, unlike the clusters he had been born at. The Twolegs in there looked exceptionally polished as well, and this tom couldn't help thinking if ferals could live similarly. A group of us cats who have class! Now, that will be astonishing. Perhaps one day, I can bring class to this classless realm of ferals with others by my side. He nodded in approval to himself, a laugh echoing his thoughts.

Today, however, he had a compelling urge to head out to those very spots he generally avoided.

Vinci knew greenleaf was coming to an end, meaning that they delicious prey running through the roots of his favourite places who soon disappear into their burrows, making themselves scarce until the next newleaf. He waved his long-furred tail, chin high in high levels of confidence and sophistication as he walked past a pair of nestling she-cats. The she-cats stared at him in awe, their purry giggles floating in the air, following him into the next turn he took. Yes, ladies, I have been adored. 

The silvery-grey tom had found his way to one of the communal areas for rogues, where they gathered for whatever reason they wanted. Half the time, they came to brag of their victories and even battle out on who's the top. Vinci had no time and taste for their uncivilised ways - he had better things to do. but what exactly was he here for anyway? The thought failed to strike him as odd until he set paw here, and once it did, his jade green eyes rolled upwards to the sky in exasperation. Really, was he already crazy at such a young age?

"What's the point of being this high of class if your brain doesn't function as wished?" he muttered to himself, settling into one of the discarded kittypet beds that as the cleanest in there. He twitched his whiskers in amusement as a bulky black tom was thrown into the wall by a small golden tabby she-cat. "Call yourself a tom? Pitiful! Classless brutes!"

~I am your Angel of Music..~

[Deleted]

Tags: Carotius
Muse: Great
OOC: Tell me all about it <333
Words: 1003

~Lis~

~Beneath the opera house

I know he's there.

He's with me on the stage,

He's everywhere.

And when my song begins,

I always find

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside my mind.~

Everything about her life had been a bore for so long.

The only excitement, the adrenaline that kept her going was the leaping from trees and leaping across rivers, the dangers that gave her such a rush, it was addicting. Even now she was racing through the thick trees, just narrowly missing a tree every so often. but, how did she get in this situation, of rushing through the woods by not entire choice, but of a dash of rebellion? Well, the answer to most everything of her actions was one thing-Micha. Even though her brother loved her so deeply, he was so clingy, and it always set her off to be watched all day, and to be giving rules. Of course, if he actually took the time to realize my actions, then he should know by know I DON'T LISTEN TO ANYTHING HE SAYS! Her thoughts caused a roll of her striking gold eyes as her speed slowed, but only for a second as her focus returned, and yet again she was off!

Pfft, trying to control Lis was like a mouse trying to control a mangy mutt that was a dog.

With a light smirk, her paws quickly tapped the ground with an almost grace as her long legs took wide strides of rapidly smashing the ground as her aimless path continued. That dusky grey fur seemed to blend in with the shadows, yet that snowy white underbelly and chest of hers gaze away her placing. but why should she care? She was to simply stay to her adrenaline, and encountering a cat would do that best of that, and most especially if one were to spark that addictive substance that she loved so much. For the purpose of getting adrenaline, it was undeniable she would do almost anything really! From racing through trees to leaping from tree to tree, even hopping across vicious rivers, she would escape her brother specifically for the substance that sparked in her veins. From even aiming aimlessly, she was truly an oddity! Even with her ultimate beauty, she never really cared for her appearance-her brother was the one that actually forced her to keep up with her fur, and she gave him the hardest time really. 

Again, all she did was rebel against his controlling nature.

but as always, her aimless walk came to an end-at some kind of cluster of two-leg dens."Two-legs...so wierd." Her mumble entered the air with such a light, beautiful tone, but it was obvious so very...sassy, really. Then there was tet another roll of her striking eyes, until in an instant a tom appeared, even a tom of possible good looks.

To a normal she-cat that is.

but this was no 'normal' she-cat, and even with her over-powering beauty, she was not stupid-nor did she faun over toms. So instead of simply gawking at them, or getting all girly and blushy, she rolled her eyes. Yet another tom trying to chase her tail. She tempted with the idea of simply moving away, but then it would be no fun! So she let him approach, with the casual, overused line of,"My my, why is such a beautiful she-cat by herself!" In what could be considered a flirtatious, not at all real, voice, with a hulking tone of deep, smooth octave. but she was not taking ANY of that shit. With a threatening glare of her golden eyes, she stepped forward, right into his face, and then simply spit in his face."NOW, you do NOT interupt me with my thoughts, NOR do you EVER try to flirt with me, kay? I do not take ANY of that dirt, not to the slightest extent, and did I also mention that I do not, at all care if you think you are all that, cause you are NOT! And then again, I am not the one to be messed with. You may think I am beautiful, with the usual routine of flirting, but I do not take the casual flirting you obviously use. First off, all you are is a cliche tom who jumps from a one she-cat to another-" and then the tom interrupted her, with a light stutter "W-What did I do-" but that was the biggest mistake he ever made. 

First thing you never do-is interrupt Lis. 

By doing that, you really tick her off-and make her utterly explode with a hissy fit of 'I'ma kill ya now'."DID YOU JUST INTERRUPT ME?!" That light voice turned into a loud shout, that exploded into the tom's ears with the sound. Her striking gold eyes instantly lit up with the same fire that sparked inside of her every once and awhile, and now everything was loose. Nothing would be held back now,"Well, see, you are even MORE useless! First, you try to flirt with me, second, YOU INTERRUPTED ME! No wonder you can't catch even my lighting attention, you idiot. Hey, while your cooling off that burn from my words, why don't you also go try to mate with yourself? Hey, at least you might have some success with that." And with that final, offensive shout, the tom took the message and rushed away-and with obvious some serious self picture issues as well.

but, that was how Lis performed!

With a final roll of her eyes, she returned her attention her thoughts, the fire slipping away from her striking eyes as her eyes flipped to her fur, which was a bit more ruffled now from her anger. With yet another roll of her eyes, she attended to her fur-her pink tongue gently rolling across the dusky grey fur with such a silky texture. With a final huff as the tuft of fur standing on the top her head wilted once more, falling in front of her eyes, she heard yet another sound.

This one a tad different than the now broken tom.

~I'll give my love to you

For love is blind.

The phantom of the opera is now

My mastermind.~

[Carotius]

Tags: Roselocke
Muse: it has been told. *rubs hands together*
OOC: Congrats on the thousand words! Now I'm going to have trouble matching its grandeur. XD (Colour ref: a2c2e7)

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~Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you are perfect..
I only wish you were beside me,
Whence did you arrive, Angel?~

Vinci's attention had quickly diverted from the shamefully beaten tom to the loud shouting and screeching coming from his right. He rolled his eyes again, beginning to regret his unprecedented decision to come to this very communal area. He never liked this place. Really. He never did. It was horrible. Everyone here was a brute of some sort - claws to tear fur and draw blood, teeth to break into skin, pelt gathering dirt and grime... The long-haired tom snorted in disgust at the thought. They could have been using all their distinguishing features to show off their aura, their ambience.. all their powers of elegance to the world. but no, these barbarians thought it better to just waste it all by using them in the primitive manner.

Atrocious lot. Maybe I should get to work on forming a group, but who else would share my woes? Flicking his left ear, a behavioural trait he had grown up with that showed he was in deep thinking, he let his gaze rove away from the defeated tom to another scene - a scene where a handsome (not as handsome as he!) was standing in front of a dusky-grey she-cat, a grin smacked across his features, whereas it was darn obvious the she-cat's disinterest. The polished silver-grey tom let out a snort. Some toms here were unworthy. So not like him. Was that why he was here - to be entertained by the hopeless rogues and loners whose pelts were unclean and scruffy, who took no pride whatsoever in their pride and appearance? Perhaps.

Finding nothing to be of any more of his lavish interest at the moment, Vinci circled on his resting spot, puffing out clouds of dust which he whisked away with an irritated swish of his tail. Oh, how he disliked the communal places within the main clusters of Twoleg dens. The bedding - all of it - they were all grubby...unwashed...smeared with such filth that made Vinci wonder how these underlings hadn't died from a case of polluted air or rat bites. He shuddered at the thought of rats. Large greasy rodents with beady little eyes and whip-like tails; it's no wonder their bites could kill in the long-term. He crinkled the skin of his upper jaw in discontent. Okay, better not to think of that.

The tom lay down, ready to close his eyes for but a moment when something else caught his attention. Jade eyes curious, he followed the series of shouting and screeching, which had repeated into a second round; Vinci soon found herself watching with utmost amusement as the very same tom who had initiated the flirt was now the absolute epitome of shame and confusion, his ears and whiskers pressed so flat that it looked as if he was trying to shrink himself. And the dusky-grey she-cat? Vinci's ears perked in interest when he realised the she-cat was the one who drove the offending tom into such a position. And you're quite a beauty as well. It appears I would need to keep that to myself, however, seeing the way you respond to that tom's remark. He licked a paw and drew it over an ear once. Perhaps only because that cat has no class, no chivalry.

By the time Vinci had finished thinking through his derision and insults towards the felines who lived in this area, the she-cat had sent the tom into a clumsy retreat, and how Vinci delighted in seeing the degenerate furball run off with his dark tail between his legs. I think I know him. Oops, sorry I hadn't come to your rescue. Idiot. Laughter escaped his muzzle, rumbling from deep in his throat, and he let his jade eyes settle on the she-cat, who had turned his attention to him.

"Bravissima, Madonna! I have waited the day for that grimy lump of fur to be smarted about his looks," Vinci purred in approval, looking past her to where the tom had gone. "Pleased to meet a feline who knows how to put another in their place."

It was then that he noticed the grey-furred she-cat properly for the first time. She wasn't scruffy. Her pelt was unkempt. No, it was clean, groomed and not a single strand of fur out of place. Her eyes were golden as the morning sun's rays, staring up at him just like the break of dawn. The only thing that seemed out of place on her was her torn ear. Apart from that, everything about her was like the beautiful flowery bloom of newleaf, a splash of life in the desert of dead things.

Vinci flicked his fluffy tail tip, letting the long fur sway with the movement. "You don't look the part of belonging to any of these mongrels; you exhibit a radiant aura, one that many fail to appreciate, unlike I. The cats here lack class, which you have, most especially with that verbal tumult you've given the flea-bitten tom. Whence did you come from, fair maiden?"

~Father once spoke of an Angel;
I used to dream you'd appear.
Now as I sing I can sense you,
And I know you're here.~

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Tags: Carotius
Muse: Great
OOC: My not be AS grand, but it'll work. OR IT COULD BE EVEN MORE GRAND! DA FUQ WHERE DID THIS MUSE COME FROM!
Words: 1103

                  

~Lis~

The ignited flame that had been in those striking golden eyes slightly faded, into the same golden flame that was calmer, yet still always prepared to burst in all ways. Tension seemed to still hulk over her beautiful body, as if anything could set her off in that single second, with nothing to hold her back. After that idiotic tom had already tried to flirt with her and only chase her tail, she would not be dealing with anymore of that shit. but then again, that could be seen by anyone actually there, watching the scene that had just played out. The scene of her plain explosion of anger and showing just how much she would not be dealing with toms nor she-cats. Even with her own brother always breathing down her neck, making sure she never got into trouble, even though trying to stop anything she did was near impossible. From her reckless nature to the hot and bullheadedness was one thing that always fueled the fire that will burn inside her when ever she was set off with the burning anger that would cause her to see red. It was an impulse, usually not even a choice for the fire to ignite, like a forest fire that is not ever predicted-it came so abruptly, it would shock even it's holder, it's god.

Not like she was a god or anything.

but then again, all she ever got was of her being a god of beauty, it was obvious it would set her off more than anything. Let that flame be nurtured, and released upon them almost unintentionally with a burst bigger than most to all mights in this unfaithful world. Her verbal assaults were always strong and intelligent, but at the same time brash and completely aggressive and usually very, VERY uncalled for. but the sad thing was that she usually had a purpose for saying those things, from the things long ago that happened to cause her the flickering pain that fueled most of her anger and fear. The death of her family, leaving her with only the angry shell and broken exterior from that time, when her parents and brother, yes she had another brother, died. Died to the hands, or paws, or whatever she witnessed years ago. She had to hold back, hold back from the secrets and hide herself with the safe, aggressive, reckless, adrenaline junky she was now. Hiding the fact she was broken, hurt on the inside made her safe.

Then she heard yet another male voice touch the air.

With an annoyed grunt, she let her striking gold eyes drift to where the voice was sourced from-and met with a pair of jade green eyes that made a strange feeling tug at her stomach. NO! FUCK NO! YOU WILL HAVE NO FEELINGS! In a quick moment she shouted in her head as she quickly glanced out into her home-the forest. The comforting smells already wafted to over here, to this area, and it made her only slightly smile. A rare look really, that only her brother got to see-on the rarest extent. but being here, in the Two-Leg place, and in turn staring into the forest, she felt as if she was still a small kit like she was all those moons before, and when she had a dream. A specific dream to run through the forest, with the comforting smells and sounds that were now her home. From the days she was just sitting or running in the trees, enjoying the peaceful aura, and all the way to her leaping across rapid rivers that snaked through the woods. Everything about the forest was her home-yet her brother hated such a place. He stated it was messy, causing dirt to flow upon his perfect fur-but he was wrong.

Yet, when he accepted that he was wrong sometimes, she would fly through the clouds and get freedom from his stupid, utter possessiveness over herself. 

See, not possible?

but finally, her thoughts returned to the world as she realized something-the green eyed tom said no pick line, no stupid ass flirt, no cliche wording-nothing about her being a beauty either. Maybe this tom would be more entertaining. With a light smirk at the tom's words, she let her golden eyes do a quick survey of his body-and it was one to remember. The long fur of his looked well groomed, not at all scruffy, with a lovely coloring really. Then, his eyes. The vivid jaded that made her stomach twist with a feeling from never before. Why was he so very handsome? And his words-they actually flattered her. For the very first time. Ever. A tom flattered her."Heh, thanks. I always know how to set a flirty scruff ball into his place. but make sure that is not you, boy." Her voice was light, a voice that was rarely not exploding with anger when a tom dared to speak with her. Finally, she let her golden gaze stare straight into his green-and it only made her stomach clench even more. Why the hell was this happening to her?

She was not the one for feelings!

With a flick of her long tail, she listened as he spoke once more, this time a bit more extensively. She took note to his slight accent-the accent of a proper time, with his strong vocabulary and fancy words. Another one of her brother copies? but, no, because his words were of flattery-not cold, calculating, bossy words that her brother always stated. The words this tom stated were lighter, more flattering, something that never happened before."I guess you can thank my ass-hole brother for forcing me to keep up with hygiene. You can also state that I am not from these parts-more of I stumbling upon these parts." Simple words, yet he was still cautious, and careful as ever. She was watching every moment with a careful examination and eye, everything seemingly an almost danger to her as she stared. All Lis could hope was that everything would be alright while she was gone.

Even she worried about her brother.

Then she realized something that her dear brother always reminded her of-to be proper, and to be the first to introduce."I am Lis, by the way. What is your name?" Yet again simple, quite blunt words as that striking golden orbs that were the dusky grey she-cat's eyes flicked to their surroundings-avoiding those jade eyes at all costs.

So weird of her.

[Carotius]

Tags: Roselocke

Muse: *kicks it up*

OOC: GWAAAAAAAA!!!

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Ah, it would seem Vinci had gotten the attention of the lovely-looking she-cat indeed. He found it even lovelier that he had managed to do so without a single scathing word forming part of her response. I'm quite the diplomat. Such beautiful words would be appreciated only by those who were worthy of it. Oh, but the topping of it all was her gracious acceptance of his wonderfully-phrased praise, which her golden eyes flicker in a mixture of emotions that he had gotten very much from the she-cats he had stolen hearts from before.

"Heh, thanks. I always know how to set a flirty scruff ball into his place. but make sure that is not you, boy."

Her voice. Her voice. It was light, silky, still with the maintenance of dignified air as it floated over to his flicking ears. It was so much different from the usual female voices he had heard in his life so far; those voices were soft and tender, but they lacked that little factor of charm and grace that he seemed to be looking for. This one she-cat, who had earlier been a cat form of storming thunder at a poor witless tom, surprisingly had that little factor, which further complimented that pretty coat of dusky-grey, like the morning after a vicious rainstorm. It reminded him of his...

The silver-grey tom blinked. He hadn't thought of the figure for so long; the memory of it all had long vanished into the deepest pits of his mind, forgotten but not entirely so. The remains of that memory, all in bits and pieces, were scattered around this big settlement cats knew as Twolegplace - his siblings were somewhere there, but where exactly, he wasn't sure, for he had been chased to a wholly different area of it on the one day he returned from journeying with his brother, from the lush forests that Nature had bestowed upon the ferals who dared tread on its unexplored expanses.

So it was only with delight that Vinci looked at her again, as her mouth spoke, though vaguely, of her origins. She's explored the woods before! She knows the thrill of it! The very idea of someone else speaking positively of the forested beauty that lay beyond the fences of Twolegplace gave his heart a small leap of happiness. This character of a she-cat... Wait. What was this feeling? This feeling of tightness and heat, building up from within and flowing down every hair on his long coat?

Mother had spoken of it before. My brother as well.

"Mother..." he whispered to himself, watching the she-cat again. While she did not match the deceased she-cat in appearance, Vinci felt that familiar tug of emotion in his heart, one that assured him, that convinced him all was right in the world. This verbally-violent female cat of strange origins reminded him of the one who birthed him, who gave him the chance to live in this world. Well, if only he didn't have to hate the disgusting filth that littered its corners every now and then, then he would probably have fully enjoyed whatever life was giving him. The presence of his father would have helped too, if said tom has been around at least once in his waking life.

Vinci tilted his head curiously at her. "You have a brother? Who keeps his fur much unlike the rogues in these...these disorderly places? Perhaps he is right to show how much more worthy we are in comparison to their sorry hides."

Speaking of a brother made Vinci's heart twist from joy to sadness. The one brother with which he had explored the lands with, whose pelt was almost like his, was not with him, but somewhere out in this vast maze of Twoleg dens. He was there, but also not there, and only because he feared he would never be able to protect his younger sibling, the one he had left after the death of their beloved mother and the parting from the siblings who became kittypets. He let out a sigh of wistfulness. Their weekly meetings did not fully fill the hollowness in his chest - he wanted someone to be on his side, to be his listening ear, to be a friend, a companion.

Was love the word he was looking for?

Jade eyes looked at the now-humoured gold ones, which flicked away just as quickly. He chuckled, sitting up and letting his long-furred tail hang over the edge of the discarded bed that he knew belonged to a house cat once. This she-cat was making his unwanted trip here much more enjoyable, and it'd been only a few minutes since the made contact. Perhaps this was why he'd been summoned here by his own whim. but it didn't feel like that either. How strange.

"I am Lis, by the way. What is your name?" the she-cat introduced herself, still holding that air.

"Ah, a wonderful name you possess, fair lady," Vinci purred, bowing his head. "I make myself known as Vinci, a name my mother bestowed upon me quite dearly."