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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/212d8w7.jpg] [scrolly:h(341),w(340),sy] "Talk." Gawk. Walk. The moon was huge - it was like another earth, looming miles away from this city, with its silver sheen and its fascinating white glow that turned even black coats to white. The beauty of night... it made all things pure again. If only such a fable were true, though, for Jinxer's heart was stained blacker than the moon could touch. He was a thousand things that he never should have been, one of them being alive. He should have let himself be found and destroyed the day he turned against the Pride - his Pride - and then his betrayal would have been justified. Instead, he had gained another tag: traitor. Then another: coward. Perhaps the feline was being melodramatic. He did not doubt that others before him had done worse by themselves, by morals, by laws, and by the Pride. The difference was that they had paid their dues in time, by life or by torture. He, on the other hand, had escaped unscathed, only adding another self-proclaimed tag: cheater. He hadn't faced up to his crimes - any of them. He had betrayed the Iris Pride, he had betrayed his friends, and he had killed countless canines simply because others had told him it was right. What had they done to him to permit him to take their lives? What? Jinxerbee was a ghost by now; he was gaunt and his fur had thinned. Despite his hunger, guilt and shame had kept him from hunting, from eating, and from enjoying what little scrap he ate. He stumbled through the alleys as though drunk, but only from lack of strength. His shoulders, now lacking greatly in muscle, could barely support him. He had never been all-too steady on his feet, but his unbalance was clearer now. His face had lost all of its childish innocence; the fluff around his cheeks had sleeked down against his neck, and it was matted and dusty. Jinxer was putting himself through hell, because his guilty conscience would not be stifled. What better way to wreak revenge upon himself than to dance upon the very lands where he lost himself - the young, loving creature he'd been some odd years ago when the humans were still around? He was half-crazy by now, no doubt; he wanted them to catch him. His aching soul begged for a repentance paid by his own blood and suffering. Hopefully the Pride had not lost its sadistic touch... he wished to be tortured. His one working eyes flicked about in a frenzy as he staggered noisily over an open street, right on a straight path to the hospital: the torture chambers. He had a hope that he would find himself there within the hour. His head screamed for his own blood. He had never been more ready to suffer and die for his mistakes than he was this very night. Walking down the center of the open road, he though upon all the battles he'd fought against the very species he would soon care about more than himself. He remembered the night the hospital had been set fire by some wicked craft of the Tempest Pack - it was a surprise he'd remembered, considering the concussion he'd received. He'd tried to ram into a dog and - the stupid thing he'd been - he'd ended up slamming his own skull into the door. It was lucky he'd remained conscious long enough to escape the hospital. The smoke had been unbearable, and ash had left his coat nearly black once all was said and done. Jinxer had the cross-shaped scar on his forehead and brow to prove his idiocy. He remembered, too, the great battle between Iris and Tempest... the day that Brooke had been taken, and the day Jinxer had betrayed his Pride, not just by words, but by action. In the end, his opponent, Emile, had seen the light - the true path - and fought Florence. He was brave, but foolish. Jinxer would always remember the brute who'd nearly gouged out his eye. The snow leopard stopped suddenly, staring around with a forlorn expression. He had been an Iris Pride member... and he had betrayed them. Now this place - which he'd once roamed with an arrogant assurance - would become his grave. He blinked his one cold ice-blue eye, a tear falling down his nose and clinging to the base of his whiskers. Born to a zoo, sold to a human, spoiled rotten, liberated, and once again ensnared, only this time by his own devices. Had he never killed that first canine, who would he be today? Would Pongo be there? His bushy tail flicked slowly from left to right, and then he lifted his head, looking to the stars. His head was spinning. Did he really want to do this? Were canines, and guilt, worth risking his life over? The answer... yes. He let out as great a roar as he could manage; it echoed off the hospital and ended in a low, reverberating growl. Jinxer looked around, a bit of panic filling him. What if Florence was the one to catch him? He doubted she'd remember him, but if she did... he wouldn't even be kept prisoner. [/scrolly]

[Hunter]

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What a wonderful night. Really. Just lovely. It was just the night were a couple of lovebirds would want to stroll side by side down the alleys. She actually watched such a couple right now through a window in the hospital. They were walking close to each other, chatting as far as she could see. What a useless conversation they would have. What good would it do for them to get along like that? Calling each other sweet names, speaking softly to one another. Why not just find a strong mate and get over with it? Why were so many felines in search of love? Falling in love? Why did they want to waste time like that, doing nothing special but enjoying each other’s company? But… On the other hand… Love was a strong force if it was real. She sneered by the thought. Brooke and Bane. They were a quite good example of that. Brooke was a good fighter, but she’d been completely insane in the big battle where she’d tried to hurt her mate, the German Shepherd Bane. Luckily she hadn’t gotten any major scars in the fight against the Mistress.

Kira was sitting on the third floor of the hospital. The bright moonlight shone through the window and the young lioness was bathed in the white light. She watched the couple of lovebirds with a stern face as they strolled down one of the alleys. Two jaguars. They were somehow interesting to watch. She actually felt quite split about what she saw. She couldn’t decide… Was it unfair that it wasn’t her who was walking down there with a male? Or was she happy that she was only watching? As the couple went around a corner and disappeared from her spellbound gaze, she turned angrily away from the window with a low snarl. Why did love matter to her anyway? It wasn’t like there were any male lions around in Hexasol as far as she knew. Would being in love even make her stronger? Nonsense. Why did she even bother thinking about these things?

It’s Panja’s fault, she told herself bitterly was she descended the staircase inside the hospital. It was him who’d told her about her mother’s intention on using her and her siblings to kill Streiter. And after knowing this, Kira had found herself confused. She was still loyal to her mother even though she knew she would be used as a tool to kill off the Lexis tribe leader, but she’d started to think about things. What would happen to her afterwards? She wanted to show that she was useful to the Pride – but there was no doubt that she was that already. She was strong and smart - of course the Pride could use her in the war against the canines. But she was still wondering what would happen to her.

She went down the hallway toward the main exit of the hospital, lost in thoughts. No way she would ever become the new leader of the Iris Pride. Not even near. But she wasn’t in need of that position either. That was clear to her. She wanted to see the canines burn - not to lead the Pride. With a stern face she walked out of the hospital and disappeared into the labyrinth of alleys. The moonlight was strong, so even if her eyes hadn’t been so good in the night, she would still have had no problems seeing what was coming ahead. She growled to herself. Stupid Panja. He’d made it difficult for her to fall asleep in the nights - that was mainly the reason to why she was awake by now. Of course there were nights where she was active without thinking about what Panja had said, but tonight it was Panja’s fault that she was awake.

Stupid Panja.

She hadn’t gone far from the hospital as she heard a roar. ”What now?” she muttered to herself with bared teeth. As if she wasn’t in a bad mood already, now it was also revealed that the guards weren’t doing their job properly. Some stray had crossed the border into the Pride’s territory, she was sure of it. And the desperate roar came from the hospital. How could it have been possible for a loner to walk right into the heart of the Pride without being noticed? And why would a loner do that? She growled and trotted back to the hospital where she found the stray. A male snow leopard. What a ghastly sight he was. He was definitely not a member of the Pride, how could a being like that ever be a member of such a mighty pride like the Iris? He was skinny and his fur hung loose on his body. Since she came from behind, she couldn’t see his face, but as he turned his head slightly to the side as if to see if anyone was approaching him, Kira noticed something that looked like a scar across his eye. So, a blinded, stray, male leopard had gone into the Pride and roared up to get some trouble? Well, she would give him that.

”Are you lonely, huh? Loverboy.”

[/b] She asked him in a sweet, sarcastic tone as she stepped closer to the leopard, straightening herself to look superior. Loverboy, pff, as if. He looked as if ready to get eaten by the dogs. She eyed him with a stern face and cold eyes, trying not to look like her mother. But it was hard. She’d grown up with Florence and was sometimes acting more like her than she wanted – by the way she walked and the way she looked at others. Some even thought she spoke the same way. Pff, just because she liked torturing prey... She’d just grown up with doing sadistic things toward others, that wasn’t the same as speaking like Florence. She wanted to make her mother proud of her, yes – but not reminding others of her. Even though Kira was smaller than Florence, she was all in all looking way more like her mother than her father in both her build and features – no matter how much she wanted to deny it. She knew that felines in the Pride thought her and her mother looked a bit alike… and she knew that Panja thought the same.

((OOC: 1057 words, whuuuuut!? :b Sorry for such a longy xD))
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[trau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,288,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/20r0ec1.jpg,true] Perhaps if the sound of his pathetic cry for attention hadn't still been wringing his vibrato in his ears, he would have heard the wicked bitch coming sooner. Not that it would have mattered - what was he going to do, freak out and try to defend himself? Why? He had come to die. Eventually, anyways. All he really wanted was to be repaid for his transgressions. That was all he asked for: torture, death, and forgiveness in whatever hell his anguished soul wound up in. The snow leopard barely had time to let the ending grumble of his roar roll off of his tongue before a voice pierced his echo. ”Are you lonely, huh? Loverboy.” The tone was calm, cruel, and sarcastic. It sent a chill up his spine, but he took his time in turning around to face his verbal attacker. Odd that he was calling her facetiously caring comment an attack. It wasn't much more than a teasing comment - just a way to get him to react. Well, there were worse things to react to. He faced her now, putting as indifferent of a look on his sleek face as possible. His one blue eye met her own eyes, and the image that met him shocked her. He remembered, before he'd left... Florence had been pregnant with some bastard children. Streiter's. This lioness facing him was nearly the spitting image of that bitch he'd once adored and idolized. She was long, sleek, and slender, with ragged, rugged but beautiful fur. But she couldn't be Florence - she was smaller and younger, showing much more youth... and yet... she showed the same amount of wicked cunning and sadism. Perhaps this was the exact girl she was looking for... if he couldn't have Florence, why not have someone close enough to it? "Lonely as a traitor deserves." He raised his scarred brow. "I bet cool cats all the time tell you you're as beautiful as your mother. Bet they don't mention you look about as evil and twisted as her shadow under a blood moon." He half-smirked. "I do mean it as a compliment, by the way."

[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks" 'Siri Thinks' As she lay on the sturdy roof of a building it was obvious, to anyone that saw her, that she was seething with anger. Even though the event with the dog and her defendant were over she was still angry that a fellow feline had kept her from giving a dog what she rightly deserved. The Tempest dogs she found later were too pathetic, too weak to satisfy the blood lust she had. The night was beautiful, but it didn't help much either. The panther was in her element during the night, there were many places that were now, temporarily, perfectly dark enough for her to hide from others, if she were trying to hide from anyone. Siri was on her belly close to the edge of a building letting the light of the moon turn her coat from an inky black to a ghostly white. She was staring down at a couple, a male and female of her breed, who had taken advantage of this beautiful night to take a stroll and whisper sweet words into each others ears. They seemed happy to spend time with each other, Siri saw no point in the whole thing. The only thing males were good for was muscle and breeding. The couple couldn't see sneered at the sight of them. Unlike the jaguars below her, and any other couple in the city, she wasn't going to wast her time doing anything romantic with a male. No male has caught her eyes so far, not the male below her or any other that she's come across. The only thing she worries about when it comes to finding a mate is that: because she's not attracted to anyone it might kill her chances of having cubs. The jaguar couple had already passed by the time a roar caught her attention. Siri wasn't too far from were the call had come from but it looks like she would have been more useful if she were close to the prides borders. Since the stranger was dumb enough to give himself away he shouldn't be too hard to deal with. The panther slid off of the roof and blended into the darkness of the alley. She stayed mostly in the darkness as she prowled further away from where she had been resting and, because she could hear voices, closer to were the stray was before her roared. Siri kept herself in the darkness as she watched the two felines in front of her and instantly became confused. One feline was the lioness Kira, she only knew that she was one of Florence's older cubs. The second was a snow leopard who she didn't recognize. He had hardly any fur; he looked like he would just literally fall apart at any moment. Why would such a weak looking thing give away his position like he did, why would he come here, to the Iris pride territory of all places, at all. She stayed silent as she walked out of the darkness and stood behind the snow leopard, looming over him. "So, this is what called?" She asked with obvious amusement.

[Hunter]

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The snow leopard slowly turned around to face her, and her assumpting seemed to be correct; the male was blinded on one eye, leaving him with only one blue to face her two brown. His face showed only little to no expression but Kira was sure that he knew he was facing his doom. No one was ignorant enought to just wander into the Pride's territory without knowing there would be consequences. She would personally make sure that he was sent directly to the slaughterhouse, which now was the Iris Pride's new place for housing prisoners. After the battle, the Iris Pride lacked scum to torture even though it was now the felines needed the scum the most. After such battle with so many losses, many feliens felt the need to let their anger out on filthy prisoners. And now it seemed like the Pride was getting one. He wasn't a canine, but he was an intruder, and that was almost as good. He was also a big feline, so he could give a bit of a fight which often was funnier than just picking on smaller creatures.

She snorted at his comment. A taitor, huh? Sounded like he'd been in the Pride before, especially after she heard his comment about her mother. And how dared he even speak to her like that if he knew who she was? "Watch your tongue you filthy bastard. You're notihng but a raggdoll already, but I promise you that I can make you look even worse if you don't shut you mouth. Learn what's best for you and shut your mouth before it's too late," she sneered, but then chuckled. "What am I saying? I completely forgot it's already too late for you. You're a trespasser, and we'll make sure that you'll rotten to death in one of our cells," she mused, eyeing the black jaguar who now loomed behind the snow leopard. "'Evening Siri. And yes, ineed it is. And I need you to help me deliver him to the slaugtherhouse," she continued in an almost cheeful tone. She only knew the female jaguar Siri by name. There weren't many panthers in the Pride, so it was easy enough to recongize her.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,288,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/20r0ec1.jpg,true] "Lonely as a traitor deserves." Those words were beautiful, and true. Somehow, right before his betrayal, he'd had more friends and allies than he'd ever had in his entire life. He'd always been seen of as scum and worthless and useless and pathetic; no part of the Pride wanted anything to do with him, and he knew the Pack had a thousand and one reasons to hate him, but he'd had Devil and Pongo and Rikki, and even Brooke didn't seem to hate him that much. Those people were the closest thing he'd had to family since his own family had died to the virus. They were the only ones who saw the side of him that wasn't about blood and unprovoked revenge. Now that he'd betrayed the Pride, he had nothing. He hadn't been able to find Rikki - God knew if she was still alive - and Pongo was dead. He didn't have to be told that to know that it was true. His one best friend - his first friend - his brother - was dead. Only time would tell if it had been his fault. Had he managed to lead the Pride to Pongo, or had Pongo simple died of old age? Maybe Pongo had just left... maybe he'd gone searching for Jinxer. Lord knew if he'd ever find him now... that was Jinxer's greatest regret, greater than all the lives he took: he regretted leaving Pongo. Jinx had managed to find his friend Devil again... rather, she'd found him and tried to kill him, for whatever reason thinking he was a rabbit. Worried as she had been about him, the snow leopard knew she'd be better off without him in her life, too. She wouldn't miss him. The chances of Brooke even remembering him were slim. They'd had a few encounters, but none could possibly be enough to permanently ingrain him into her memory. Besides, she was leader of the Tempest Pack... she couldn't be seen with a scrap of treacherous fur like him. All Jinx really had left was his misery, and that was enough to remind him that he was scum and that was what he had always been. When he mentioned his treachery, a faint light seemed to flicker in the young lioness's eyes, and she snorted. Whatever, she was a princess. She could choose whether or not she wanted to believe him. It didn't matter either way to Jinxer. All that mattered was getting himself captured and tortured. He'd been waiting for this moment since the day he'd left the Pride... he'd been waiting for the day he'd fully die inside. Somehow, though, he knew that faint flicker of hope for Pongo would keep him dying completely. After Jinxerbee's backhanded compliment, he plastered a cheeky grin onto his face, and then it was the bitch's turn to lay her cards on the table - reap what you sew. "Watch your tongue, you filthy bastard," she warned him in a cold, snapping tone. "You're nothing but a ragdoll already, and I promise you that I can make you look even worse if you don't shut your mouth. Learn what's best for you and shut your mouth before it's too late." She seemed to think better of her last statement as Jinxer cocked a brow, a smug look on his face. "What am I saying? I completely forgot it's already too late for you. You're a trespasser, and we'll make sure that you'll rotten to death in one of our cells." Jinxer forced his body to tremble, and he hissed in a mocking tone, "Oh, I quiver with fear!" He let out a low cackle, the fur along his shoulders bristling. Easy does it, dumbfuck. Don't fight back too hard or they'll just kill you. He could feel his adrenaline beginning to rush, though. He wasn't sure he could let himself be taken that easily. He wanted to dig his claws into Florence's precious little baby and really fuck some shit up, but he had to keep a hold of himself. He wanted to be a chew toy, not lunch. A voice sounded suddenly behind him. For that, he couldn't help but jump slightly, his unsteady feet skittering on the cement road. He glanced over his shoulder, turning so that he could look between the females and defend himself as minimally as he could. A large black feline stood with an ominous air about her, looking down at him with a demeaning and entertained voice. Jinxerbee lowered his head and swung his head over to glare at the lioness, his ears flattening against his head. "'Evening Siri," the female chirped happily. "And yes, ind.eed it is. And I need you to help me deliver him to the slaughterhouse."

[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks." 'Siri Thinks' An amused smirk and sadistic glare was still plastered on the panther's face as she stared down at the leopard. He was brave to trespass on Iris territory, she would give him that, but he shouldn't expect to last long if he planed on taunting the pride like he was doing with Kira. She was starting to suspect that he wanted to be captured, but the thought didn't worry her. Even if he did turn out to be some sort of spy, the only way he would leave is as a corpse or without one speck of sanity. "With pleasure." She said and watched the leopard reaction. He was taking glances at them both before glaring at the lioness who confronted him first "What's wrong? You have the honor of acting as the pride's new toy." He would be the first scum since the others escaped and destroyed the hospital. There was another, who managed to stay in hiding since she arrived in the city, who Siri would love to see be reduced to noting but a cowering and bloodied form by her claws. She would make sure the dog from her past would be the second prisoner to Iris, it shouldn't be long before he showed himself. "What will it be? Is it coming willingly, or would you prefer to waste both of our time beating you?" She unsheathed her long sharp claws as she spoke to the leopard. Siri wasn't bothered either way, she needed something to take her anger out on and, for now, this fool would have to do. The black jaguar lunged forward at the leopard, fangs and claws poised to grab any piece of flesh she could grab.

[Hunter]

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The snow leopard really made Kira feel just how bad a day this was for her. She was already moody about the whole Panja-revealing-the-truth-thing, the defeat against Brooke and now this. Some filthy stranger who was standing right there in front of her, mocking her, as if she was no one else than a little kitten. It was insulting. How badly she just wanted to scream out like the teenager she was, just like she’d done it in Panja’s face. But with this feline, she could just tear his heart out immediately if she wanted. He was no one important, she could just do it. With Siri’s help it would be easy enough. Siri could hold him, and then she could kill the tramp herself. He wouldn’t even be able to leave a scratch on her. She could do it.

But no.

The young lioness chose to remain in control. She’d lost it once, when she’d spoken with Panja, and she wouldn’t lose it again. That would just be too pathetic. Besides, she would be able to get her rage out soon enough. It couldn’t take long before her mother wanted Streiter killed. Her and her siblings were old and strong enough to take down the old Lexis leader. So there was only one thing to do with the leopard in front of her, and that was to bring him to the old slaughterhouse. That would also become more fun in the long run. He didn’t deserve to be killed on the spot. No. He deserved to be killed slowly, to live with pain for a long time before he would die because of his wounds in his rotten cell.

But she would leave a few scratches on him first. Like a welcome back present. If he had actually betrayed the Pride, then he deserved anything that hurt. And, Kira thought, he deserves a little chat with my mother. She would make sure that Florence knew of his presence. It could be that the great lioness knew something about this living mess. Then Siri attacked and a smirk appeared on Kira’s face. The leopard hadn’t thought he would be confronted by two big cats, but what had he expected since he was trespassing on Iris territory? Letting Siri do the dirty job, Kira slowly approached their target with nonchalant steps, giving herself all the time she wanted while making sure the leopard couldn’t escape.

How nice it was to have a girl’s night out.

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[trau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,288,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/20r0ec1.jpg,true] Oh, how untimely his moment of skittering had been, to make him jump in the presence of not one but two sadistic felines. To think he had wanted this - that his conscience had been begging for this - since he had returned to Hexasol was astonishing, but he still did not regret it, even when pain and torture were staring him square in his scarred face. He had made his choice to make himself pay for his transgressions, and he would not take this back now. He couldn't. These two malevolent bitches had him trapped right in the open. What he lacked in size, they made up for in willingness to chase him down. At the lioness's request, the jaguar, who stood looming over Jinxer like a foreboding shadow of his pain to come, replied in a burning and piercing voice, "With pleasure." Together, the two monsters sounded like wicked sirens, just luring him in and entrancing him until they could leap on him like nightmarish beasts of the night - the very definition of that God-damned Iris Pride. Their voices made a great cacophony and disonance that made Jinxer shudder, but for his own sake, he did not back down or recoil, even slightly. Jinxer knew that, if he wanted to be taken seriously - or, more specifically, be taken as someone who deserved to be destroyed physically and mentally instead of just broken in half and tossed aside like some defenseless pup - then he would have to play games their way, and he, having once been of the Pride, knew exactly how to play those games. At least, he hoped he did. Things had changed, but it was still the same old godforsaken, sadistic, cruel, torturous, hateful Pride, wasn't it? If it wasn't, he'd have to pray they changed just for him. The jaguar's taunting speech cut into his ears again, making him jump a second time, his one good eye flashing back to her in a daring and bold manner. Her voice was cold as she teased, "What's wrong? You have the honor of acting as the pride's new toy." That was Jinxer's intention precisely. For a moment, he almost felt relieved. They hadn't changed. They were still vicious and cruel. Perhaps this plot would turn out fine. He feigned fear, and then the jaguar spoke again. "What will it be? Is it coming willingly, or would you prefer to waste both of our time beating you?" The sound of deadly claw coming out against black cement was quite clear, causing Jinxer to shrink back, if only slightly. An enemy that did not react was no enemy. He had to give them something to work off of. He responded with a little smirk twitching at the corner of his pale lip, "Well, I'm feeling a bit bold today, I must say..." Perhaps that had been too far, or perhaps it had been just enough. Whatever the case, he got exactly what he had been hoping for, and only a few moments would tell whether they were going to torture him or just leave his carcass to the crows. The black cat leaped for Jinxerbee, and it was then that - in an instant of pain and horror - he remembered how terribly long it had been since he'd fought. He barely had time to scrabble back, stepping on his own tail, when the female came down on him, throwing her weight directly in his shoulder, claws at his neck. He fell sideways with a startled yelp and scrabbled pathetically beneath his flailing and kicking as if his life depended on it. Maybe this thrashing around would convince them to keep him around a bit longer...

[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks." 'Siri Thinks' Either he was so pathetically weak that he couldn't fight back, or she caught him by surprise when she lunged for him. Siri easily knocked the leopard over and pinned him down to the ground with her claws at his neck, prepared to tear out vital organs at any moment. She wasn't going to kill him, but he was so weak, he should have known better than to trespass onto Iris territory. He probably would have been better of if he wandered into Tempest lands; the dogs probably would have given him a painful, yet quick death. The panther pressed her claws down harder on his victims' neck, not quite hard enough to draw blood but only to cause more pain. She only then noticed that Kira wasn't joining in, she was missing out. For a moment she looked down at the intruder with a scowl, then a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. "Why don't we just take out his other eye and throw him to the dogs? Then they'd be useful for something." Siri continued to smirk and watched to see his reaction. It wasn't too obvious that she was kind of joking. Since the prisoners escaped Siri hasn't had the chance to torture anyone, she wouldn't let an opportunity like this pass by. She kept glaring at the leopard in her grip while she smiled. She put another large paw on his side. She pressed her paw and claws into his side as well, if he struggled to get away he would also cause damage to himself.

[Hunter]

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How pathetic. It didn’t seem like the male leopard had the strength to fight back at all. He was trashing about on the ground and Siri forced him down, trying to make him lay still. She eyed the white pelted creature with a disgusted look in her eyes. Why even waste time on such filth? This one wasn’t much better than the dogs themselves. ” Why don't we just take out his other eye and throw him to the dogs? Then they'd be useful for something.” She smirked cruelly at the dark cat’s words. ”Hah. Unfortunately, we would only do him a favour if we tore out his eye, and we wouldn’t’ want to be merciful toward trespassers would we?” she asked to no one specifically while she looked on the male with cold eyes. ”How lucky you are,” she said sarcastically to their new scum. ”Just because of your race we haven’t killed you on the spot. Maybe we are merciful after all. Just think about it; we’ll give you a dry place to stay, food to eat and water to drink. We’ll even keep you warm if you feel cold! All you’d need to do is to scream aloud and we’ll come scratch your back in your new, comfortable home. Aren’t you grateful?” she asked as she lashed out a paw to scratch the male leopard’s already damaged face. Pff, which part of him hadn’t been damaged already?


She rolled her shoulders while giving herself good time to overlook the leopard as if she hadn’t done that several times already. ”And don’t worry – we’ll escort you all the way so you won’t get lost.” With a toothy smile she gazed on Siri victoriously, giving her the signal that it now was the time to drag their new chew toy off to the slaughterhouse. With a deep snarl, Kira snapped out to get a firm grip in the male leopard’s neck, wanting to drag him to his feet so they could start shoving him in the right direction toward his doom.

((OOC: Sorry, I’ve really started to fail with Kira in this thread xD ))

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