a .V.I.S.I.T.O.R. (OPEN)

[Jason]

A rather large, black cat strode about through the lush flora. His stride was confident, even though he was all but forty pounds among thousand pound monsters. He appeared to be an over-sized house cat, a Maine Coon, perhaps? A soft purr rumbled forth from the relatively petite feline's jaw as he stopped and looked about. "Why, it has not changed at all," came the deep croon. The voice broke through the facade of benign harmlessness. The voice had an edge that suggest that a great capacity for cruelty and violence lurked inside his unassuming form. There were a few scars on his face, and many over his body, but most were hidden under the lush fur. The scent of elk blood clung to him as well. Yet, it was a strange aroma to be associated with such a small beast. Maybe he had scavenged off the carcass left by another predator.

The cat looked about and yawned widely, batting at some petals that had fallen from the cherry blossom trees. "As beautiful as ever," he quietly muttered, appreciating the aesthetic appeal of the area. "No welcoming committee, though," he sighed. "How disappointing." At this point, the cat switched to a different language and began speaking to the trees as he rubbed against them, mismatched eyes closed.

[bearcups]

As soon as a new, strange scent filled her nostrils, Heroin had made a dash for whatever it was coming from. She had slowed to a stalking pace, her dark red fur rippling as she bunched her muscles and coiled her back legs underneath her. With her rump in the air and her pupils dilated, Heroin released the contracted muscles in her legs and launched herself right at the unknown male, all 260lbs of her. She did it silently and emotionlessly, not even a smile on her face.

[Jason]

The feline seemed quite content with the tree he had been rubbing against, still speaking with it, pausing as if he was being responded to. Perhaps he could have a conversation with the tree, or maybe he was just insane. A soft shiver passed through the ground, something one as "small" could detect with ease. His long whiskers grazed the ground, detecting the movement more articulately. He parted his jaws and drew in the new scent over the glands upon the roof of his mouth. Ah. Let's see what the pride puts out these days. A cool grin formed on his features as his heterochromatic eyes focused on the aggressor right as she propelled herself into the air. He darted to the other side of the tree and moved swiftly into the safety of its boughs. "In the old days, intruders were given a chance to explain or introduce themselves. Have we forgotten common courtesy, or is one of my size such a threat that immediate extermination is required?" he inquired, his tone amused, covering the usual malicious undertones. His expression showed he may be on the verge of laughter as it was, though why was hard to discern.

[bearcups]

When her large paws hit the ground her claws automatically sheathed and hooked into the earth to prevent her from tumbling away due to her own momentum. The lioness lifted her head and, not unlike the small male, dropped her lower jaw and inhaled through her mouth. "Naw, I just don't play by my daddyo's rules." Heroin responded with a flick of her tail, confidentially moving toward the black feline. "Shit, dude, yer eyes are weird. Anyway, who the fuck are you and why the fuck are ya here? I ain't seeing no reason to tell anybody 'bout you, might just play with your tiny fucking self."

[Jason]

His head cocked to the side as he listened to her speak; her manners confused him a bit. "And here I thought Meurtrier was a well oiled machine, individuality of such an extent not tolerated." He lower his head down far enough so she could get a better view of his lovely, fluffy face. There was a very noticeable scar over his left eye, the red one, which also possessed a black sclera. "Who is your father? Does he lead the pride? Last time I was in the area, it was Former, but you do not resemble him." He then snorted loudly and laid upon the branch on his back. He started to laugh, finding her question hilariously. "For the best answer, you could ask the old man." He was referring to the legendary Dante Donovan, though she probably would not understand that. He may illuminate later upon his relationship with the young Meurtrier pride, but it was unlikely. A few years spent in solitary confinement had once again ruined this feline's mind and it would take a while to recover. Besides, revealing certain details may put a bit of a burden upon his shoulders, and he very much enjoyed his freedom. "Well, you could call me shard, my lovely, petulant lass." He began carving shapes in the fallen petals of the tree. "My eyes are made to appear so due to a genetic mutation known as heterochromia." He let one petal drop, a lovely silhouette of a feline skull cut into it. Then he worked on his next miniature work of art. "I am here to visit and learn what has become of this place and the pride residing here. It has always been something I hold close to my black heart."

[kahara]

COCAINE

[/i][/color] Introduced Cocaine. He did not smile for a stranger, for no one, not even the hint of a smirk. And although he had no caught what Heroin had said, he did catch bits of what was said from this small feline named Shard. As much as he wanted to make comment on the oiled remarks Meurtrier; it wasn't the time for that. His claws remained sheathed; far from intimidated by such a small beast.[/ul][/blockquote][/color]

[bearcups]

With her fathers arrival came a calmer, although more irritated mood for Heroin. She would have liked to talk to the stranger for a few moments more, give him a piece of her mind, but she was content to have her father there to do it for her. She dipped her head in respect, uttering a soft, "Captain," a change to her usual greeting for him. There was a time and a place to fool around with greeting her 'daddyo', and this was not it. She felt it was best to be silent, a presence that was only there to offer back up should the small feline show his teeth or claws, and not as a distraction or a vile tempered animal, which was exactly what she is. 'Petulant lass? I'll fucking eat him.' she thought, narrowing her eyes slightly.

[Jason]

Shard hummed a little dirge, making it sound lighthearted almost, but the tune was still recognizable to those who have attended formal funerals. As the new male approached, a slow, rather malicious grin spread on his face. "Ah, the son of the dear KIller, are you? You have her looks, it's undeniable." He slowly stood on the branch and paced a bit before dropping down. He seemed to have a spasm for a moment, his entire form going rigid for a moment before he whirled around and slammed his skull into the tree with force equal to that of a beast twenty times his size. Petals fluttered to the ground, loosened due to the force of the impact.

When he faced them again, he had something close to a genuinely happy smile upon his face. There were some small bits of tree bark now stuck in the tufts of his ears, but other than that, it was as if nothing had happened. His tail swayed behind him, showing he was quite at ease with the situation, utterly relaxed, something that should elude to the fact he was hiding something. He could not be taken at face value. "A pleasure to meet you, Captain Cocaine. And how lovely to know the name of this darling lady." He laughed for no apparent reason, as if someone had told a joke. The usual look of amusement on he countenance should have been indicative of his lack of mental stability. "Perhaps you have overheard, but I am Shard. It is 'short' for Shard of Shattered Jasper. It is a name I picked up when I was associating with a certain group of felines. It is amazing how few individuals will do their own dirty work these days. I remember accompanying Dante to oversee the slaughtering of a few idiots who had challenged the pride. He took part in it, as did I. He was a good leader." He shook his head, chuckling. "I digress. I would like to reinstate an alliance I had with one of the leaders of the pride, Former Donovan."

[kahara]

COCAINE

[/i] He swept his tail out behind him and nodded in the direction of the camp. "We will discuss with Lord Funeral your alliance reinstatement. Follow me." He said and then turned for the direction of the camp. It was an order to be given to both Heroin and Shard. As he began to walk for the camp he looked over his shoulder. "And yes, my mother was KIller."[/ul][/blockquote]

[bearcups]

When Shard hit the tree, Heroin cocked her head and leaned back a little, muttering an almost inaudible, "The fuck?" Before remembering her 'shut up and behave' plan, keeping her curious gaze. The lioness moved as soon as the order was given, knowing far better than to show her father up in front of a trespasser. She flicked her tail and turned her head to look at Shard, barely offering a glance before she looked ahead and sighed silently, using a deep breath to calm herself. 'Aint nobody callin' me darlin'. I will fuckin' skin him and give him to Funeral as a rug.' She thought bitterly as she worked to keep her pace the same as Cocaines.

[Silverfang]

A muscular form made it's way into view, ears perked from the conversation that had not been too far away from where he had been. Upon interest, the King had rose and made his way over to the group, now consisting of four. Er, where was the other voice coming from? He was behind Cocaine and Heroine at this point, and with a final stretch of his neck to look over, he saw the rather small thing - about the size of his paw, or larger - and a brow lifted. And, what was this, about being with Dante? His grandfather Dante? There was a slight look of disbelieve but he relaxed and spoke out anyways. He backed away a bit to allow Cocaine to turn as he did, speaking out with a slight twitch of narrowed eyes blazed at Shard.

"What do we have here, then?"

[Jason]

Shard listened carefully to all that the captain said. "Reclaimed," he repeated carefully, his tone no longer pleasant, now clipped with an edge of anger to it. "And how did this come to pass that the pride was removed from these lands?" Within his head, thoughts flew about and emotions screamed for release, his smile now forced. Who had dared to force this pride from their land? Who had let this happen? Who was responsible? To him, this seemed like desecration of his late, adopted father's, Dante, memory. Had the intruders dared to touch his grave? One with a sensitive ear may have caught the soft whispers emanating from from his form, unintelligible, but sounding more than agitated. His flesh seemed to ripple, as if it were water. He could tolerate the vitriol of a young creature with ease, as he had incredible patience, but an affront to certain memories was harder to come to terms with.

He followed the male, his gait seeming slow, but graceful, practiced, with joints and muscles free of any ailment, never seeming harmed. His skin may have suffered an incredible amount of abuse, but it rarely showed in his movements. "So Funeral is the leader? I assume he has the surname of Donovan? It would be strange to have one rule her without being Dante's progeny." The smile was still forced onto his features, showing that he still had control and was mildly stable. If there was not a pleasant expression on this male's face, there was definitely a problem. Upon spotting the new creature, his face lightened. His pupils dilated for a moment, as he observed every detail of the new face and form, instincts telling him that this was the leader, Funeral.

"So you are Funeral? It's a pleasure to meet you. So you now lead after Former passed on? I'm curious as to how that happened. After all, he did best my son in combat, and managed to keep him a prisoner for months after, which is quite a feat," he stated cheerily. "Now don't get nervous," he stated as he approached Funeral. Any attempts to step on the comparatively small feline would be futile, as he was quite agile and sensitive. He put his paw against the other feline. His flesh was extremely hot, nearly boiling, but not to the point where it could cause harm. Through a tactile telepathic bridge, he shared thoughts and memories. He could not read minds, but he could let others read his, in a manner. He shared his true name, one that was often associated with pain and death, the details of a terrible form, hints of old wars and images of a titan, Dante Donovan. Funeral would know that this petite body was false, hiding a more monstrous figure. He did not like causing a scene every time he met someone these days. He was not nearly stable enough to deal with the usual reactions at this point in time. When he removed his paw, his smile had only grown bigger. "Any questions? I would like to keep my anonymity."

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[kahara]

COCAINE

[/i] He fell quiet as the small feline walked forward. Quite the talker; it annoyed Cocaine. At the same time though this small creature fascinated him. It took guts to walk among beasts triple, if not more, your own size. And to speak to casually with them after intruding on their lands, well, whether it be kudos or a slap given the captain wasn't sure. Nonetheless he tensed slightly as Shard placed a paw upon Funeral. Not that he feared for the leaders life; but rather if he came into harm while Cocaine was there he would have trouble forgiving himself.

But it seemed to go smoothly, if that's what one would call it. Not a scratch, not a bite. Only a few moments of confusing silence. In which time he had exchanged an annoyed glance with his daughter before all attention turned back on the small feline, Shard, and he cleared his throat loudly.

"If Funeral accepts your alliance reinstatement request I think there would be little else to say? For the time being, that is." He moved past the small cat and stood beside Funeral. "I'd like to speak with you privately, later, if possible." Cocaine said in a quieter tone. Not one meant to completely hide his intentions from the two bystanders; but to show that it was meant for Funeral to reply to only. [/ul][/blockquote]

[bearcups]

Torn between wanting to stand near her King and Captain, and wanting to lag behind to simply observe the drama, Heroin decided to pad a little closer, but placed her rump on the floor a few meters away. 'Props to the kittybitch, he's all kinds of brave.' She thought, her tail curling around her back leg to flick up against the back of her foreleg.

[Silverfang]

The King wrinkled his nose as the small cat walked up to him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He seemed cheery - too cheery. Or maybe that was just his overall demeanor. Weird.

The small paw was placed upon his own and the heat was quick to flash into his nerves, paw twitching just slightly before memories began to crash into his mind, and he stood there, taking in the imagery and voices that overwhelmed him. The fur along his spine tingled, and his body went stiff, but his expression was hard and, still, suspicious. After the wash of memories, he would loosen slightly, but never keep himself off-guard.

The King blinked, brows showing a less-angry form of him as he narrowed his eyes and mouthed 'Jasper'. The breath was almost taken away from his body, but he quickly nodded as though trying to allow himself back into the present, also in time to hear Cocaine's words as he crept closer. He would turn to the smaller being, now.

"Yes, our alliance will stand firm." He would then nod to Heroine and her father, casting a quick glance at 'Shard' before he did so. He almost seemed surprised, and some sense of honor twirling in there as well. "It is. I don't think there's much else to be said here."

probably not as great as i wanted it to be but oh well