Private Loner/Rogue deer in the chase // blade

[PANTELEIMON]

Overhead, the stars are twinkling lazily down at earth as Panteleimon hops from one fence to another, searching for a place to take shelter from the cold. The two legs whose garden he'd slept in had started to get a little too comfortable, treating him like some housecat. He knew the signs now, and that soon they'd try to bring him inside, where he was not going, not for anything. He'd miss the stars too much. On a corner, he spots a particularly dense looking boxwood shrub a few gardens down, and hurries along, fluffing up his fur as a particularly cold gust of wind sweeps through the empty streets.

He only realizes he's made a mistake when he lands on his paws in the soft dirt and finally smells it– the unmistakable stench of a dog, hidden from him so far by the direction of the wind. Before Panteleimon has time to escape unnoticed, the dog is already barreling across the grass towards him like a car down the thunderpath, barking madly. He scrambles to get out, but it catches him with an outstretched paw, and he yowls, turning around and slashing blindly at the foul thing.

"Get OFF! Don't you touch me, you filthy little rat!"

PANTELEIMON. 12 moons
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @BLADE

 

[BLADE]

BLADE

EXPLOSIVE BITCH, BLOW HIS HEAD OFF!

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As soon as the shrill sound of barking filled the air, along with the screech of a cat, Blade's hackles raised in excitement.

Darting onward towards the sound in a sporadic, zig-zag manner throughout the twolegplace, Blade eventually reached a fence, where he was certain whatever commotion was going on was on the other side of. Snickering, the young tom launched himself on top of the fence, eyes glinting against the dark as he peered down at the scene.

His tail flicked to-and-fro as he watched a rather weak… and scrawny… cat beneath the paws of a dog. It wasn't much larger than Blade himself, making it obvious who was going to finish this fight.

Blade stretched along the fence, extending his hind legs before rolling his shoulders forward as muscles rippled beneath his fur. Giving his pelt a quick shake, his head snapped back towards the dog as it continued to snap at the other, before leaping off the fence and charging towards the both of them.

Claws extended, he crashed into the dog, cutting off its bark into a yelp of surprise. Blade tumbled, somersaulting once before rolling back onto his paws.

His gaze quickly found his target once again, as it quickly scrambled to its paws, sending dirt and grass tearing up from the earth. Its eyes flashed towards Blade fearfully, yelps escaping its muzzle as it turned tail and ran towards the direction of the twoleg house, and into a small door carved into the wall.

Blade lifted his tail in triumph, the sight of the dog holding its tail between its legs sending satisfaction coursing through his body. He watched the wall it had disappeared into for a few more heartbeats, before snapping his head towards the other cat within a blink.

A gravelly laugh excited his maw, his shoulders bouncing in emphasis as he stared at the stranger with wide eyes.

"See that? That little weakling turned tail just at the sight of me!" He shouted, the corners of his muzzle turning upwards in a toothy grin.

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  BLADE ‎ he/him | loner ‎
  

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  ‎ a very well muscled tom at average height, with a coarse voice from constant shouting. Blade is a skilled fighter--striking low and fast--but often overestimates his abilities.
  

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  ‎ ‎ penned by arsynne on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[PANTELEIMON]

Panteleimon is well aware of his own shortcomings. He's not a fighter by any means, but considering his lifestyle, he probably should be. He'd been relying on wit and an ability to talk himself out of things for most of his life. However, there was little talking or manipulation to be done with a dog. Brute force was necessary, and Panteleimon lacked it desperately. He'a neither a brute nor particularly forceful.

Just his luck, then, that a forceful brute should hear the sound of the dog and come running. The cat that lands in the garden in front of him is probably not much older than himself, but his build is larger, taller– lean muscle and spiky fur covers the stranger. He manages to scare off the dog, which is not much larger than him, and turns to Panteleimon with a triumphant grin.

"See that? That little weakling turned tail just at the sight of me!"

"Yes…" Panteleimon says softly.

Why on earth is he shouting? He thinks, and he doesn't mention that the dog was roughly the same size as the two of them either, or that it probably had at least two thoughts to rub together in its head to figure out that it would lose a two on one fight. He gets up, shaking out his fur, casting a look at the door the dog had disappeared through thoughtfully. An idea is taking form in his mind.

"Thank you," he continues, eyes sweeping back to the cat in front of him, "for saving me… I was just looking for a place to shelter when that thing came out of nowhere…" he blinks slowly, forcing a little shake in his voice. "I don't suppose you know somewhere safe? Or, well… I suppose you can keep yourself safe, can't you?"

PANTELEIMON. 12 moons
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @BLADE