>where the [brave] dare not go<

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how the hell did we wind up like this?

Demon growled to herself as she prowled around the long-since abandoned hollow in the rocky sides of the mountains. She had never liked it here, had never understood why any cat in their right mind would want to live in such close quarters. So why was she here?
Frankly, she hadn't the foggiest.

why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed?

"Damn 'em all," the red-orange tabby snarled as she finally settled on a rock to sit on. She was still restless, as always. Getting to her feet again, she continued her frenzied pacing of the hollow, unable to think or see anything beyond the rocks. She was alone now, and she hated it. Hated it.
"Damned kids bett'r come back, 'r I'll give 'em a good clawin'," She said angrily, referring to her friends Shroud and Shadow and their kits, Dumia and Draik. Though she loved them dearly, she couldn't help but be angry with them sometimes.

[angels.to.demons]

ooc - hmm. since plague and draik are no longer in a thread, let's do this.

waking me up from the inside

Slowly creeping from the bushes, Draik watched, fascinated, as Demon (Auntie Dem) ranted to herself. He had run from her, sure; it was pretty damn fun... if she didn't notice. She usually did, for she was quite sharp and very mean and scary. Just the thought of her rage made him shrink away.

As if she couldn't see him! However, Draik knew nothing of this. He thought he'd inherited Shadow's translucent fading-into-the-background silence when stalking prey. Nuh-uh; nope! Draik stumbled backwards, and a twig snapped. His ears lowered. His spying session on Auntie Dem had abrubtly ended; and he crouched in fear.

break everything for the last time

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==nifty. I was thinking Redblood/Crimsonstar could come out so they could have an anger-fest, but... -shrug and smirk-

if you feel so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on

Demon's angular head turned at the sound of the broken twig. Her green eyes narrowed suspiciously, and the orange tabby sniffed the air before calling out harshly, "Get yer hide out'ere, Draik, y'li'l pile o'fuzz." She was in no mood to play around with the kit she'd 'adopted' as her nephew; hell, she wasn't in the mood to play around at all. Her cousin and best friend's kits were a pile of trouble to the quick-tempered she-cat, and Demon had lately started to think of letting them know just what she thought of the youngsters; as if she didn't do that on a regular basis.

let's start a riot, a riot

[angels.to.demons]

ooc -- i heart that song. </3 and .. the crimsie idea is nifty, too. maybe .. -angelic smile-

take everything from the inside
and just throw it all away
cause i swear for the last time
i won't trust myself with you

Draik peeked his head through the bracken, green eyes widening with fear. Eh, heh... Auntie Dem--er, I mean... Demon, I can 'splain... He thought a moment, nearly jerking his head back inside, then decided, Actually, I can't. He threw himself out, not willing to put up anymore fight; he knew he was in for a fantastic time if he couldn't charm the ginger she-cat into giving him a slight break and insulting him only seventeen times instead of twenty-six and adjusting his ear with a pointed nail in the simultaneous time perioud.

Suddenly, there was a crackle of twigs behind him, and he turned, perplexed. A strange scent hit him, and a bizarre feeling of fear and curiosity filled him from the inside. Who was this?

X*X*X

my life's cut into pieces
this is my last resort
suffocation; no breathing
don't give a fuck if i cover your breathing

I thought I smelled someone familiar here...

Tactful as always, the muscular ginger-red tabby tom burst through the trees, seeing with satisfaction and horror the Demon he'd fallen in love with long ago .. and still slightly thought of from time to time. Redblood to her but Crimsonstar to both he and his ancestors, he stepped forward, green-yellow eyes widening for appeal.

Dem .. Demon? he asked in a hoarse whisper. She looked beautiful, like always .. the setting sun was casting a hot scarlet glow on the edges of her anger-flared orange coat, and produced a hellfire of red mist over her emerald eyes. She looked like she had used to -- a sprite from hell, a gorgeous creature of fire that had been conceived from the ashes of newly spilled magma and emerged a blazing inferno of a rose-colored feline.

Suddenly, another caught his gaze; another being, a smaller one, small and black-furred, was huddled near Demon's legs. A strange theory, dread-filled, of course, caught his mind. Did she .. did she return the favor, leave me and marry up with another? Is that kitten her son? These thoughts in mind, he decided against his will not to speak, though the words itched and burned at his throat, as though he'd swallowed millions of little black spiders and allowed them to cast deceitful webs throughout his jugular.

Finally deciding to break the silence, he mewed, I guess .. I deserve whatever you hand out. But .. if you're angry .. I can explain. This was spoken in his new diction, something that seemed overnight but had taken moons and energy to perfect -- and, if he wasn't careful, the voice of Soulkeeper and Squirrelpelt emerged from his jaws again.

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==oh gods. xD this is too good.

you don't like being second

Demon, about to hurl some verbal darts at Draik, paused abruptely at the familiar voice of Redblood. She turned her red-orange head to face the tom she'd once loved, and still felt for. Her eyes narrowed angrily. He'd left her, or she'd left him; frankly, Demon had been too angry for the last months to remember.

i don't like being wrong

"You..." Her shoulders shook with emotion: rage, specifically. "You bas.tard!" She said sharply, lashing out at the tom with her claws. She was angry, she wanted him to hurt as much as she did right now.

i won't forget the way you made me feel

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i was moving at the speed of sound
has been, couldn't find my way around here
didn't know that i was going down
yeah .. yeah

where i've been, well it's all a blur
what i was lookin for i'm not sure
too late and didn't see it comin
yeah .. yeah

A normal cat would have been shocked, and stepped away from the brutal slicing of the foe's claw .. but Crimsonstar took the hit in his cheek, merely lowering his head afterwards. Guilt washed over him like crashing waterfall beating him into the pool below, burdening him and making him fall faster.

Discs of blood slid forth from the gash in his cheek.

The elegance he'd worked to obtain with Crimsonstar was washing away in light of his own mistakes .. not vital mistakes, but terrible ones nonetheless. His amber-green eyes met her furious pure emerald glare with the sincerity of truth, glanced once at the kitten before her, and answered, Demon .. I'm sorry. I know what .. I know .. I know what I did was .. wrong. There's nothing more for me to say, than .. forgive me.

and then i crashed into you
and i went up in flames
could've been the death of me
but then you breathed your breath in me

and then i crashed into you
like a runaway train
you will consume me
and i can't walk away

The elegant shawl thrown over his true self, the Clan leader, was slipping. If Demon could throw it off, she would fine the real reasons for his leaving her alone .. Redblood. Crimsonstar was the softer cat, but he was not the cat she'd fallen in love with, and although it was possible to change, he would not back down his destiny. Crimsonstar it had to be, named after his father and taking the suffix of his grandfather, Thistlestar's, name.

Demon knew naught of Clan living; her grandmother, Flamepelt, had been much what she was, and her father, Fury, wanted nothing to do with the Clans; in fact, he wanted to destroy them. She carried in her blood the influence of those two ginger-haired cats .. both evil. Yet Crimsonstar knew Demon wasn't evil .. she'd been hurt, and she would damn well lash out if she wanted revenge, but she wasn't as dark as maybe she thought.

Please come back to me, Demon .. before I can explain .. for then you won't want me back.

and then i crashed into you
and i went up in flames
could've been the death of me
but then you breathed your breath in me

and then i crashed into you
like a runaway train
you will consume me
but i can't walk a w a y

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==-frowns- Flame/pelt wasn't evil. She was just awesome and crude.==

now it's there to see

Demon glared daggers at Crimsonstar. Forgive him? She didn't forgive; she clawed, maybe, or let it pass over, but Demon was the kind of cat who held grudges easily. She didn't forgive-and-forget, not with anycat, least of all this tom.

you've forgotten me

"Since when've I forgiven, Red?" The red-orange tabby spat, filled with even more anger than before at his cowardly words. "Ya act like a cow'rd now, not even givin' me a dec'nt fight, ya god.damned cow'rd! D'ya know how much I cried, how much I hurt when ya left me? I went an' took care'a my cousin's kits, rather'n deal with ya again!" Her green eyes filled up with tears, mixed anger and sorrow in those gems of salthingyer.

ever since i was the prince among the thieves

She stepped closer to him, claws suddenly sheathed as Demon tried to communicate with the tom she found herself still in love with. "Ya shattered m'heart, Red. I don't like it when some feller plays games wit' any cat, myself h'included. Ya think I'm a fool, don'cha? Think I'll jes' come crawlin' back t'ya, like my ma came crawlin' to m'da everytime?"

so you hold me down, strip away my crown