love the way you lie [Muddy/Sor]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/67rv9g.jpg] It was a cool November morning when Doll decided to venture down to the airport. Rumors had been spreading throughout Lexis about a Tempest Pack dog being captured and held prisoner. This spiked curiosity in the ginger she-cat and she had to check it out. She hadn’t known if anyone had been hurt by this alleged trespasser, but right now she was going to check it out and see if any of the rumors about the canine had been true. And, if the rumors were true, then the big, scary doggie dog should be someone around where the tiny, terrified ginger cat was. But then again, the airport was large compared to her tiny body. Nevertheless, she would search until she got tired of looking. While the searching began, her mind began to travel to places she definitely did not want it to be. Thoughts of her kits mangled bodies on the ground filled her mind. She had already lost one of her kits and she definitely didn’t want to lose Nutmeg, Flurry, or Knight, but she couldn’t help but think of their bloody corpses lying in the grass. Then, those thoughts brought back the memories of when her family had ruthlessly been attacked by those fearsome creatures. She shivered and it was as if she had gone through all that pain once again. Doll definitely did not want that suffering for her kits. Her mind cleared of those devastated thoughts as voices were carried by the wind to her one good ear. Her ears perked and she crouched low to the ground, as if to hide. Her bright ginger pelt stood out clearly, though, in the bright morning light. Doll crept forward, pinpointing the noise, then, turning a corner, she clearly spotted the creatures it was coming from. They were pressed into a corner and to her it seemed like they were circling something. Maybe that’s where the ‘prisoner’ is… Doll crept a few more paces closer, but she tried to stay back and low to the ground; she didn’t want to be seen in case she wasn’t supposed to be there. The voices were talking too quietly for her to make out exactly what they were saying. If only I could get a bit closer! Doll thought as she strained her ears and slowly put one paw in front of the other.

[sorcerer]

The third day after she'd wandered back into Lexis territory, Flurry finally heard that they'd captured a dog. A Tempest dog. Excitement!
Well, she knew it wasn't him, of course. It couldn't be. First of all she'd heard (from Rumor) he'd gone on some trip or other, and also there was no way he'd be dumb enough to stroll into Lexis territory. Also no reason for him do that. It wasn't as if he was a pup anymore and could stroll in and out. Or had any reason to. She wasn't lost on a boat anymore, and she hadn't gone traipsing through any sewage tunnels into Tempest lands recently either. She'd been here, hunting and patrolling and those..other things that..Lexis warriors did.
Boring things.
Ah well.
Today she had a fun thing to do. Flurry was trotting along through the territory, occasionally dancing aside to sniff at interesting items along the way, intending to look at the exciting new dog exhibit they had down at the Lexis zoo airport prison. Maybe if this was actually a Tempest member she could slip him a rabbit or a mouse and ask him about a certain other member of his pack, really quietly, so nobody else would hear her. Otherwise they'd ask her questions about why she was asking questions and it'd be a huge problem. Huge.

She slowed down when she got into the airport, sneaking around the bits of twisted metal and ancient flying machines. It was getting dark, but someone might be around still. A guard, at least, she would think. Maybe..maybe she could get the guard to quit paying attention, if she tried. If she brought a mouse for him eat, and offered to watch the prisoner while he had dinner...
The orange cat nodded to herself, sniffing the air thoughtfully. She didn't smell any mice at the moment. Just rusty metal and drippy water, and a faint hint of other cats. After a while of stalking around a small, broken airplane that had once been painted a painful shade of orange, she managed to catch a small lizard, with much effort.
Well.
Flurry looked down at the tiny corpse, frowning. It would have to do, she supposed..

They were keeping the mysterious prisoner caged up inside a half a cracked-open airplane. Flurry strolled up to it, the lizard dangling from her mouth by the tail, and ambled cheerily into the dark inside of the rusted heap.
"Hey! Guard-person I brought you this um...lizard..for supper so..."
It was very dark in there. Flurry peered around, barely able to see anyone else.
A dog she didn't know very well, but who she was fairly sure was in the tribe, suddenly loomed out of the distance. The orange cat squeaked slightly.
"Yes?"
Oh. The food. Right. She smiled bravely at him.
"It's outside. I'm supposed to take over while you eat and.."
The dog had already gone out by the time Flurry got to "take over." How rude. She huffed at his retreating back, turned, and strolled over to where the prisoner was.

"Hey, hey prisoner. Are you awake? I'll bring you something good to eat if you answer a question for me, 'kay? Sure."
No answer. Well, Flurry knew that dogs didn't talk much. She pressed on, slightly nervous. That guard would be back pretty soon, and she'd rather not be heard talking to the prisoner.
She eyed the dark shape of the unknown enemy behind his makeshift cage.
"Do you know a dog named Montgomery? He's in your pack, or should be, or was at one point."
Silence.
"Is he..doing well and..stuff?"
She needed to know. Doubtless Monty had a dog girlfriend to give him fat brown puppies with too much fur and short legs, and all that, but..

[MudBug]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485,true][atrb=height,212,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yngfsz.jpg,true] Watch my moves! Read my mind! Hear my voice! Go in, ask a few questions, leave and pretend you were never there. The plan cycled through Montgomery's mind for the infinite time, and still it made perfect sense. How then had it come to land him here. Imprisoned in the ghost of a flying machine. What had gone wrong? His eyes closed, taking him back to just the day before... "Hello, stranger," he'd said to a kindly looking cat in the heart of Lexis. "I hope you don't mind, I'm looking for a cat named Flurry. She likes to go where she pleases, and I think she likes it here, so...have you seen her, or maybe just heard how she's doing?" The feline only stared at him, looking dumbstruck. The cougar gave the air an exaggerated sniff, and suddenly let loose a torrent of rabid shrieks and howls. Montgomery hadn't the slightest idea what he'd done wrong, but he wasn't too stupid to realize it had everything to do with his Tempest scented pelt...

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His eyes opened at the sound of a voice. Small, female, but the scent was blocked by the blasted shell of this plane. Even with the windows busted out, it took a particular wind to catch the sent of anything against the hull. The stranger wanted to know about...him?
Was he doing well? He laughed, harsh and bitter. "He's doing just dandy. Last I heard he was trolling around in Lexis, getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter."

The cougar closed in, but didn't attack. Montgomery stood his ground - instinct, perhaps - as several more members of the tribe created a suffocating circle. Montgomery looked around, seconds from fleeing, but a voice called out and grabbed his attention, and wouldn't let go. "I've heard of her," the voice said. "No good runt, always skipping out. Word is she's out floosying around with whatever's got four legs and meows...or barks." The laughter was like a wave of insult drowning Montgomery, flooded him with rage. He attacked the cougar, and then whoever else was close enough...

He shook his head, and brought up a paw to drag over his ear. Memories weren't going to do him any good. They never had. He got to his feet, stretching as he went, and slouched over to let his muzzle hang out the window. He still couldn't be bothered to look at whoever it was asking. "Yeah, he's doing...well, he's doing something. Who's asking, anyhow?"
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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/67rv9g.jpg] Doll finally came into view of the prisoner and who was watching over the prisoner. Much to her disliking, it was someone she recognized. Someone she recognized very well. They two seemed to be talking, though too quietly for the ginger she-cat to hear anything above quiet wisps of broken words. It didn’t seem to Doll like the other ginger she-cat was in any trouble, so she just stayed where she was. Neither of them were looking at the other. The ginger tabby was curious as she watched the two talk from afar. She wanted to move closer, but she didn’t want to be caught. She was weighing the decisions in her head. Curiosity got the better of her, though, and she got as close as she could to the ground and moved forward. Both the dog and the other cat were inside the broken down airplane, so Doll knew it definitely would not be a good idea to actually go in there, she would get close though. She pressed her tiny body against the side of the big hunk of metal and slowly inched closer to the opening. Once she decided that she was as close as she was going to get, she perked her ears up high and listened closely, though the words that she caught only made her more curious as to what her daughter said before she was able to hear. “--he was trolling around in Lexis, getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter.” Doll waited for more, for either of them to say something else so she would know what they were talking about, but only silence followed. Doll thought for a weird moment that maybe she should give them some privacy, but then she realized that this was a Tempest dog and her daughter that she was thinking about! She couldn’t leave her kit alone with this big, scary dog. There was no way that she could do that. So, she stayed where she was, in case at any moment she needed to jump out and save her daughter from the bloodthirsty, evil Tempest dog. Then he spoke again. “Yeah, he's doing...well, he's doing something. Who's asking, anyhow?” …Now, not only was Doll curious, but she was extremely confused as well. She really wanted to know what was going on here. She just waited, though, knowing that now would definitely not be a good time to pop out.

[sorcerer]

Apparently he didn't recognize her voice, like normal, but Flurry immediately knew who the super mysterious prisoner was as soon as he started talking. After all, she didn't know anyone else who responded to questions about himself like he was talking about someone else.
Except Rumor.
For a moment, she considered the idea that maybe it wasn't Montgomery in the depths of the plane after all, just Rumor sitting in the dark on top of a seat trying to look big. Then again, maybe not. She'd heard some rumors that the prisoner had come in looking for her specifically, and then attacked the people he asked the questions to. Kind of strange, when she thought about it. Maybe..hmm. Maybe he was an assassin that actually only looked like Monty. Maybe Monty's brother. Terror? Tervix?
Tyrant. That guy. Yes.
She frowned suspiciously, green eyes narrowed.
Well, theoretically, she ought to be able to figure out the truth of the matter with a few pointed questions. The only issue was that it seemed as if this person had no idea who she was. Too many questions might make her identity obvious, and it was unlikely that she'd be able to chase off a dog three times her size. There was the guard..
But she doubted he'd be back for at least ten minutes.

"Who's asking, anyhow?"
Um.
"Quincy," she said almost immediately. It was unlikely that anyone from Tempest would recognize the name. Her sister had been dead for years, after all. Most people in her own tribe didn't even know that Flurry had once had a second sister, much less Quincy's name or anything else. "I heard you were asking about someone in the Tribe. Any reason why?"
Maybe she should drop a name or something. Subtly. Yes.
Um.
"See, people around here don't care for that too much. I'm sure you've heard of someone named Rabba, yes? He's not very happy with you. I'm sure you've noticed."
She stepped forward, eyes still narrowed, trying to make out the dark figure.
"So what are you doing in Lexis territory, Mr. Tempest Dog?"

[MudBug]

Alright Sor, I get it.. so there were a few inconsistencies. KISS MY RUMP. >:'D

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,485,true][atrb=height,212,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yngfsz.jpg,true] Watch my moves! Read my mind! Hear my voice! Quincy . . . Montgomery's mind tried it's hardest - or at least a little bit - to place the name, but no face came to him. The voice . . . vaguely familiar? Still, a face eluded him. Hell with it, he thought; he didn't even know the species of the creature speaking to him. He decided he would have to be content with the name. Quincy. He gave his body a shift, switching to lay on his other hip. Holding his muzzle out of the window of an airplane was growing rather uncomfortable, but he didn't feel much like getting up to walk away. Besides, Quincy was still talking. "Yes, I was asking questions. Didn't I just cover that?" he said, none too gently. He wasn't certain why his patience was growing thin with this stranger. Perhaps he just wanted to be left alone to sulk in his own problems, without anyone's help. Yes, that was it. Alas, Quincy was still talking, and now new names had been tossed into the lot of Lexis strangers floating around his mind. Why, no, I don't know who the hell Rabba is. Bless his pelt for only imprisoning me in an iron tube. what a saint, he thought sharply, but still he only responded with "I'm afraid I hadn't noticed. All the same, tell him I said 'Five stars!' to the accommodations." So, perhaps his mouth and his mind weren't as separate as he liked to think. Still, Quincy pressed for information. Montgomery couldn't imagine what this person wanted to know, or why, for that matter. Still, he was officially tired of this conversation, and figured a good strong answer would make the other leave him in peace. "I was here looking for a cat, Flurry's her name," but he stopped short. Time to decide, keep it to yourself, or share it with the world? What's it going to be, Monty? his thoughts chided. He tried to imagine the cons, but then it occurred to him . . . he was locked in an airplane on Lexis turf. Did he really think he could get any lower? Not likely. "I love her, and at some point or another she loved me. That's over now, obviously, but I was just a tad curious if she was alive, or dead. Foolish of me, I know. So, that concludes my business, or lack thereof, in Lexis. Tell whoever you're collecting this information for that I'm flattered by their interest," and with that, he pulled his muzzle back into the cabin as he stood and walked to the other side of the flying machine's shell.

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/67rv9g.jpg] Quincy. The name made her heart throb as her other daughter spoke it. Why had she lied and used the name of her dead sister? It really hurt the ginger cat to hear the name spoken out loud. For some reason it was much easier to think about it inside of her head than it was for the name to fill her ears. Doll wanted to ask her why she did that, but that would come later. She needed to listen. She wasn’t yet ready to make herself known to these two creatures. Doll had a strange feeling that somehow Flurry knew this dog… That’s when the Tempest dog said that he had been searching for Flurry. So, Flurry did know this dog, and the dog knew her as well. How did her daughter know a Tempest dog? And why had said Tempest dog risked traveling on to Lexis territory knowing that he may get in trouble to look for Flurry? There was silence for a second. Possibly thinking from both the parties, and silence on Doll’s part because she was not ready to get caught. Now she was extremely curious to find out about how her daughter had gotten involved with this Tempest dog. She had been gone for a long time, though. Maybe if she had been around more, she would know these things about her own daughter. “I love her, and at some point or another she loved me.” Okay, now that wasn’t something that Doll was expecting to hear. The Tempest dog loved her daughter? Her daughter loved the Tempest dog? That was definitely a major mind blow. What was going on here? Dogs just don’t fall in love with cats like that! Especially Tempest dogs who despise cats! Flurry was definitely not allowed to fall in love with a dog! Not only could she get hurt because that dog would probably eat her, but she was supposed to be with another cat and have beautiful little kittens that looked just like her when she was a kitten. Doll just could not accept what was going on here!

[sorcerer]

Oh good, he apparently didn't recognize the name at all. Then again Flurry was pretty sure she'd never mentioned that she had a dead sister to him. Doubtless it would make everything all awkward and stuff. Not that she hadn't managed that herself. Although Flurry really thought it was Monty's own fault that she hadn't talked to him in months, because he was acting like an asshole.
Still, she couldn't help feeling bad that he'd come all the way out here and gotten captured and everything. It wasn't really a plan he'd thought out well, of course, but it was a good thought. If only the guard wasn't a huge dog, and..
Her ears jumped forward as he finally quit talking about how bad everything was and got on to discussing his actual reason for coming aorund. He wanted to know if she was alive or dead.
She huffed exasperatedly, watching his dark shape dissapear again. Seriously? There were a whole bunch of less stupid ways to do that. Like maybe getting another cat to send a message. He wouldn't even have had to find Rumor. All he had to do was waylay some passing member..outside the territory..and have him ask. Geeze. What an idiot.
"You do know there's like ten way smarter plans to find out things like that right?"
It wasn't as if she hadn't been getting messages in and out of every territory for her entire life or anything.
Oh well.
"Look." She shifted position restlessly, padded forward a few feet to where, if he needed to, the dog could reach out and grab her. Her voice dropped to a half-whisper. "Pretend to grab me, then run away. The other guard outside won't be fast enough to catch you. Get out of the territory and head for.."
For...
"..head for the waterfall."

She took a deep breath, moving steadily closer, hoping that he'd finally put that brain of his to use and attempt some kind of quick thinking. One would think he'd have figured out who she actually was by now without her announcing it to him at the top of her lungs. If she could continue pretending to be some unknown cat named Quincy, maybe then nobody would figure out it was actually her who helped the prisoner escape, and then if she got out quickly enough she could..
uh..
Waltz back in later and be like 'dog, what, where?'
Yes. That might work.
"Hurry up," she whispered, ears flat on her head. The real guard would be back any time now..