We Could Strike the Cord [open]

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[atrb=background,http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h92/Jetercat/wulfgangcenter.png] [scrolly:h(356),w(267),sy] Actions | Speech | Thoughts | Just near sunset, the sky was barely visible through the cloud cover. Another night full of rain, drowning the streets below. The air was thick with moisture. Wulfgang peered at the sky, a small smirk pulled at his lips. Knowing the sound of rain was coming, he’d become electrified with energy. Padding down a small alleyway, Wulf picked up speed, nearing closer to a full out sprint. Each building he passed lay empty, hollow of the humans that’d once enveloped the entire city. One, however, still held particular interest to him. He'd personally never run into any canines around here, but he'd heard of them traveling through. Wulf rounded a few more corners, slowing his pace to a brisker walk. A wide smile stretched across his face, he’d found where he was looking for. Drops had begun to fall from the sky, soon becoming a complete downpour. Drenched, he huffed out a breath, and judged the distance from ground level to his target; a pointed, jagged, broken window opening. He sprung upward, barely catching his claws in the frame. Despite the aftermath of exhaustion, Wulfgang managed to haul himself into the dry wooden windowsill. Too many times Wulf had cut himself landing on remnants of what was once a shimmering clear window. Having enough, Wulfgang knocked all the remainder out of the way, catching himself on scatters here and there. He knew each floor board, wall, and scent within these halls all too well. Once, he’d thought of completely leaving this place behind, but he held too much attachment to the memories. The near river, falling from the sky, beat against the window. Wulfgang switched between cleaning his damp fur, and staring at the distorted image the torrent of water created. He reminisced of the days, so long ago, that lay like pesky dust on his mind. ‘Wulfgang,’ the shaky aged voice called within his head, as his eyelids closed. Wulf laid in peace, soothing himself with the sounds of nature. Faint imaginary music of an instrument he didn’t know the name of played. Just as the rain drew to a pause, with no cloud break, so did his tranquility. Perked ears, and vigilant, nothing seemed out of place; none the less, Wulf still remained alert. Reluctantly so, Wulf pulled himself from the window. Having jumped off the sill, then the couch, he reached forward and bent into a stretch. Near the south end of the building, a pale resonated with the trickle of the results of the storm. Wulf wandered through the middle hall, glancing in each room. Rippling in the water, Wulf guzzled as much as he could put away. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] Annabelle hissed at the incessant rain, her smoldering amber eyes glaring through the night. She hurried through the streets of the once impressive town, the tall white houses looming over her small drenched body. The golden tabby felt the rain drip down her pelt, the wind whipping around her legs and blinding her momentarily. She growled in annoyance, as she thrust her head down and focused on bounding towards the nearest shelter possible. It was unusual for Belle to get caught at like she had tonight, she was always very attentive, aware of everything. Yet hunger from days of hiding away from the rain had forced her out, there had been an hour break in the torrent and the tabby had taken her chance then. To make things worse, she hadn't even been able to catch any darn thing. Uptown was often a good hunting place, rats enjoyed the luxuries of the people's extensive larders that were festering away. Not today though, not even a whiff of anything passed in Annabelle's way. Scouring, the slender female eventually reached a tall seemingly empty house, it was perfect. Not to mention the cat flap on the front door. The drenched cat slipped in and heaved a heavy sigh, exhausted from her sprint and freezing from the ice cold water seeping through her fur. Padding tiredly through the huge building, Belle wandered into a large dark room. She meandered up to a small worn armchair and leaped up into it. In moments, Annabelle was drifting off into an irritable, light doze. Five minutes later, the cat was awoken by the sound and smell of another feline. Blinking away the sleep she felt the fur on her shoulders rise in anger, couldn't anyone get a minute's peace around here? Then she saw him, a black and white fellow who seemed extremely comfortable with his surroundings. He obviously hadn't seen her settled deep into the chair, and had begun drinking from a bucket in the corner. Annabelle curled her lip, contemplating stay hidden but then.. who was she to back away from confrontation like a coward. The ginger striped queen arched her back and sat up, glaring across the room. "Thank you, so very much." Her voice was laced with a deep bitter resentment, her eyes burning with a hot molten flame of rage. Exhausted and starving, the sharp tongued, bad-tempered cat was ready to erupt. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h92/Jetercat/wulfgangcenter.png] [scrolly:h(356),w(267),sy] Actions | Speech | Thoughts | The water certainly made Wulf feel better, the cool liquid refreshing him. Until, an irritated voice spoke up quickly frightening him. His mass flew up slightly with the spook, and he hurried himself to turn. A small ginger tabby laid in the old armchair, how had he not smelled her? Wulfgang’s nose twitched up and down, testing the air, still unable to smell her. ’Odd,’ he thought absentmindedly to himself. The house still had the lingering smell of him, due to his frequency around the building. Though most buildings had since the mass extinction, been filled with different species, his shouldn’t seem any different. Before appraising her glare, he’d already taken a step forward.”Excuse me?” Immediately regretting it, his rump hit the ground and Wulf pushed himself two little steps back. It was unlike him to act before thinking. However, the anger flaming visibly in her eyes confused him. ’What could I have done? I don’t even know her...’ Wulf’s confusion clearly laid out on his face, ”Did...did I do something to you?” He already knew the answer, Wulf was certain he’d never seen that particular golden streaked female before. Still on edge, worry and confusion inlaid in his expression, a small chill of fear came as the rain picked up causing a large splash in the pail behind him. Wulf’s position hadn’t moved, but his posture stiffened. Certainly more uncomfortable with the thought of having to fight, or turn and run from his home, then staying there and attempting to converse with the infuriated female. His home...In his mind, he possessed the whole building; a feeling of compensation for losing his first caretaker. She was trespassing in his home; of course he wouldn’t of turned her away, especially not in the downpour that had started up again. Though the thought of her being here, while he was, and him not know struck a small nerve of jealousy. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] Her shoulders rose and fell with her heavy irritable breaths, her tail lashing behind her. She fought away the urge to wriggle down into the old fabric and slumber for days on end, instead she hopped down from the seat slowly. She watched as the two-toned tom whirled around anxiously, he obviously hadn't realised she was there. Annabelle snorted inaudibly, what kind of a cat was he to not detect the presence of another? Being the judgmental old cat she was, her dislike for this boy dropped to new lows. She listened coldly to his confused words, as she stood facing him. Annabelle bared her teeth, was he having a laugh? She swung her tail furiously from side to side, her rage building. "I was trying to sleep you preposterous imbecile, are you blind as well as moronic?!" she snapped angrily, taking a step forward. Belle spotted the fear creeping into his posture and eyes, causing a moment's compensation for the queen . Narrowing her eyes, she realised he was absolutely no threat to her. Just a blithering fool who had stumbled upon her at the wrong time, nonetheless she wasn't going to treat him like a friend. Anything but one could say. She, however calmed herself, it wouldn't do to be huffing and puffing all night long. So she took in a deep breath and sat down, though her eyes blazed with an icy fire. "Well, what's your name? You've woken me up from the first sleep I've had in days so entertain me, at least." She hissed darkly. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h92/Jetercat/wulfgangcenter.png] [scrolly:h(356),w(267),sy] Actions | Speech | Thoughts | Wulf rolled his eyes accompanied by a scoff, her unknown status made her no better then he. However her speech had caught him at wits end, her words much more elaborate then he’d been used to. Kendall had home way of speaking where she skipped corners in her speech, always implying things and missing words. Other felines also seemed to do the same, or similar, but not this female. Needless to say, it peeked his interest. ”Wulfgang,” he answered as she sat. ”Would you like me to dance?” Sarcasm coated the entire question. He had no interest in entertaining her past casual conversation. "And your name," he asked feeling accomplished at being aloof. Wulf had lifted to his feet, stretching himself out. Even with another’s presence, his clumsiness hadn’t failed; as if almost to prove her words. He’s front paws flew out too far causing him to strike his chin against the ground. ”Damn it,” Wulf said lowly, picking himself up off the wooden floors. ‘Why did that have to happen now,’ he managed to keep silent. He knew he looked the fool she made pegged him for. Wulfgang sat up straight, turning his head away...embarrassed? Licking the side of his paw, Wolf wiped his chin and continued wiping off his head. There was a slight bitterness in him, he never liked when others saw how clumsy he really was. “If you want to rest, I’ll just go.” He offered half mostly in hopes that she’d say yes and give a bit of relief from his clumsy fall; having essentially losing most of what dignity stood left. Wulf was still unsure if he’d actually leave in the rain, or just move another part of the building. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] How dare he roll his eyes and scoff at her, who did he think he was? She hissed lowly and scraped the hard worn floor with her razor sharp claws, he was looking for swipe! Belle narrowed her smoldering eyes, glaring hotly at him, her teeth slightly bared. She blinked smugly at the brief disillusionment she had caused him, and lashed her tail. Obviously he was a bit of a fool, she doubted he even knew how to talk in the manner she could. Then again, was Annabelle one to think herself better than everyone else? Not really that wasn't what she was about, no Belle immediately tried to ground herself. On the other hand, he hadn't disturbed her and no way was she was going to let herself be pushed out by this cat. Wulfgang, eh? She'd heard better names, not that she liked her own, the name Annabelle was too soft. It implied she was a gentle, playful doll of a girl.. her complete opposite in truth. She snarled, resenting his attempt at mocking humor. If he thought she'd been trying to be funny then he was wrong, this was no time for jokes. Nobody taunted her like that, she thought, as the lithe orange female rose to her paws. Her back arched, her claws scraped threateningly as she took a step forward. It was as she was just about to claw his face off when he slipped. Startled, Annabelle stepped backwards and stared down at the heap of fur. How could one possible slip onto your face when you were merely stretching? She snorted with contempt, laughing once coldly. He had, unintentionally proved her right. Brilliant She smiled at his embarrassment, sitting down again. The aggression in her had passed, as though his clumsy mistake had soothed her fraying temper. He was only a young boy really, he was no threat to her. Belle, turned and padded back to the armchair. She settled down and gazed silently at him, yawning. The female suddenly felt very old and tired, looking at the younger cat, his naive clumsiness brought back a vulnerability in her which she immediately hid behind her facade. Sighing, Belle shook her head. All anger gone, she replied, "It is alright, don't bother yourself." [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h92/Jetercat/wulfgangcenter.png] [scrolly:h(356),w(267),sy] Actions | Speech | Thoughts | Finished cleaning off his head, about to step away from the ginger tabby when her changed tone took Wulfgang by surprised. He had just figured that was her demeanor, she was a bitter feline that trusted no one and held resentment towards everyone, even those whom she’s never met. Clearly, he was wrong, allowed his body to twist and look at the female’s golden eyes. All signs of aggression washed from her face, it brought him a warm comfort; not just because he wasn’t in danger of being swiped at but he didn’t like to see others all pent up. His ideal view is peace, but not naive enough to believe it’ll happen any time soon in Hexasol; he’d never join the tribe unless it didn’t involve him with violence. Wulf scratched at his ear, and followed it up with a head shake. Settling still, next to the bucket of water, he faced Annabelle. She seemed tired, but his curiousity ran him over and he blurted out, “how long have you been here?” It won him over because he’d been laying in the sill by the broken window and hadn’t known she was there, were his senses fading? He feared it, he was still young, and his physique already had him disadvantaged. To lose his senses would be losing all that kept him alive; he worried far too much but had to make himself let it go.. come up with some excuse for himself to calm his nerves. It was quite unlike him to mentally go off on a worry-some rant while in the presence of another. ”I don’t believe I ever got your name,” Wulf spoke smoothly, charming even, though completely unintentional. A couch lay across from the female’s armchair, it looked quite enticing to his tired limbs. Sauntering towards it, he leaped onto the cushion, missing one of his back paws footing, and scrambling to steady himself. If only his actions were as suave and charming as his voice had been for him. Wulf sighed, smooth, stepping in a small circle before settling down, facing the tabby. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11rci06.jpg] [scrolly:h(333),w(236),sy] She sat silently, still staring at him. Belle instantly saw how he relaxed and she stiffened once more, she didn't want him thinking she was a little cutie who'd play best buddies with him. She twitched her tail, sitting up and licking her chest quickly. Great so now he thought he could stay here all night, then again she had told him not to. Why the hell did she do that? Was she soft, did she crave company, not that she could remember no. Still, here he was now. She could to take two paths, ignore him, or snap at him. Or was there a third option, chat to him? HAHAH- I don't think so. Annabelle hadn't talked to anyone civilly and normally for over a year, and that conversation had lasted forty odd seconds. She swallowed, looking down at her paws.. would it hurt to be your average cat for a change? She didn't have to keep that wall up forever, she didn't have to protect herself every moment of every day, right? Then the memories flooded her, her kittens, her mate, her life. The teeth slashing through the soft skin, the screaming of her babies as their blood leaked across the floorboards. Her body went rigid and her eyes blanked, she relived those awful moments almost every day. How did she know he didn't work for those disgusting demons? How did she know he wasn't apart of Lexis, that fucking useless excuse of crap. She hissed lowly to herself, her wall building back up again and blocking out every ounce of kindness she had been prepared to offer him. Annabelle turned her head sharply away from him, and stood up. The queen would rather drown in a flood that spend time with what could possibly be the enemy, but was she being paranoid. Was she becoming delusional. She couldn't suspect every tom, dick or harry that popped into her life, or could she? That was how the female had operated for practically all of her life and so far that worked out for her. She was still alive, she still had all her limbs. If only her heart didn't feel so.. empty. Her thoughts were dragged immediately away as he spoke with curiosity. She snapped at him again, "How long have I been living this sick nightmare that we call 'life' do you mean? Too long. " She closed her eyes, shielding her piercing pain. Twitching her tail as she contemplated making her exit, he spoke again. She laughed bitterly, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." She shook her head, "if you must know, it is Annabelle." She glanced at him warily, watching for any signs of him taking mental notes. Belle ignored the charm in his voice as best as possible, she hated it when males tried to be suave. She really did. It came across as fake and irritating, her tail lashed furiously once more. Had it not been for his clumsy scramble onto the sofa, she would have upped and left. Yet his lack of grace seemed to soothe her once more, as though he was not possible of any criminal activity against her, that he didn't have the ability. Even so, she lithely slipped down from the chair, light as a feather in comparison to her 'companion'. She stared at him for a moment, before deciding to come outright. "Tell me, dogs, what's your opinion of them?" She hissed it, as though she despised even using the word 'dog. [/scrolly]