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[kierlan]

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The old theatre was a place rarely visited by Kierlan. He did not see the importance of the shabby building. Kierlan had never liked it, and he never would. It was cheap, to him. It seemed to represent something stupid, pointless. He’d grown up around squat cabins that smelled like smoke, and then he’d eventually ‘graduated’ to the towering buildings of a city and the acrid air of humans. This was a perfect example of why he hated people; what was it? The theater was nothing but a place to amuse oneself for stupid, petty pleasure. He wasn’t sure how to classify it, how to describe it, the loathing inside of him. And why, exactly, was he there? Why would the Head Hunter waste his time around something he disliked to such a degree it could be described as ‘passionate’?

He’d been coming back into Fulsi territory after a particularly tedious day. The scent, faint as it was, seemed familiar. And it was distinctly… not Fulsi. Whoever it was, Kierlan had to give props to. They had entered the territory along a route that was rarely used, and they had done something to muffle their scent (probably bathed before coming); the only reason he’d caught it at all was because he was in his large, lean tiger form; melanistic, his fur was more or less black, with tawny-gold stripes running through it. His eyes, silvery blue, were narrowed in a feline expression of distaste. He followed the faint smell to the old theatre. Was he supposed to enter the building? The door was still askew. He had told his group of Hunters to bring in their catch of the evening to the Fulsi headquarters; but he’d decided to further investigate the strange scent.

Familiar… so familiar. Where did he know it from?

Kierlan had already slipped inside the theatre. It was dark, and smelled like dust and mold. His tail lashed, and his body tensed in a way that was distinctly catlike. He was moving with a certain amount of lethargic ease, as though he had all the time in the world, but he was cautious of how to spend it… He sniffed, and his ears flicked, eyes focusing in on the gloom. There. The mostly black tiger blended in well with the darkness, and he lowered himself in a crouching position. Kierlan slunk down the main aisle of the movie theatre, sticking close to one side. His quarry was in the left side of the room, towards the front. He stuck to the left chairs, making himself even more difficult to see. He finally turned down another aisle, the one directly behind the trespasser. His nostrils flared, and his eyes burned. Kierlan coiled.

He did not feel rage, like some might. After all, someone had gotten through the Fulsi borders. He did not feel any sort of need to punish this stranger; not really. He felt mild curiosity. Why was the scent familiar? He did not feel anything outside of that; perhaps some strategic thoughts, beneath that. Perhaps it was merely a new kid in the Menagerie, lost, confused. Perhaps it was a Carna spy? His haunches tensed, and then he sprang, leaping straight over one row of chairs, he didn’t make much noise in the process. His front paws would hit her square on the shoulders, but his claws were carefully sheathed. He did not make any noise. He did not growl, or snarl, or spit. He didn’t do much of anything, other than knock her to the ground. He landed on top of her, jowls twitching for a moment to expose long, savage teeth, before silvery-blue eyes regarded her thoughtfully. Was she a fool? Or was she daring? Perhaps she was brave. Or stupid. A new kid, or just a conceited Rogue?

Why was she here?

He suddenly realized the reason why she was so familiar. The name arose from his mind, and he was slightly pleased. Malinda Garcia, Kierlan thought. Nice to see you again. And all in one piece! What an amazing accomplishment for a Rogue! And you came across as arrogant to me, during our first meeting. Arrogance is… foolish. It’ll get you killed. His tail curled, whiskers twitched, and his face was expressionless in a way that only an animal’s (or Kierlan’s) could be. He snorted in her face, snarled for good measure, and then leaned back. Fulsi territory, you know.

He spoke in Shiftertongue, and his voice was casually interested, like he was discussing the nature of the weather. His eyes, the eyes of a monster, told a different story. They were cold, sharply inquisitive, but nothing about them was casual. Kierlan wondered just how long it would take her to remember him… He snarled a second time, and it reverberated deep in his chest. Kierlan kneaded at her shoulders with his claws, not hard enough to puncture skin, but hard enough to hurt. Are you arrogant, or just stupid? Jesus, Malinda, you’d think that you rule the world…

Let her figure that one out. The tiger moved, retracted his claws, lips twitching in an expression of humor? Kierlan leapt off of her, paced a circle some distance away, until he sat on his haunches, bright, savage eyes catching the light to glower at her. This was far more entertaining than a night spent in the center of Fulsi territory; he couldn’t help but find his current company both a little interesting, and perhaps even a little amusing? Definitely something to ease boredom. Besides, he would like to hear more of her conquest theories.

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[malinda]

h a d t h e p i e c e s s t r i p p e d

by long hands feeding small minds

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[atrb=width,240] Iron curtain. What an amusing name to call a place like this. The colours reminded her of a black and white movie, she even had that feeling she was stepping back in time when she managed to slip into this place, undetected. Everything was vintage as she stepped inside, the signs, the designs; she felt as if she should be in a museum right now. Then again, everything was damaged and almost unfixable, it was better left there than to be moved. Who knows? The objects looked so old, she felt if she sighed on them, they would crumble into a pile of dust. Theatre 3 was where she went. The poster of ‘Dr.Strangelove’ was just out front the dark theatre. The rows of chairs all sat down on an even level in one direction. The screen was torn and damaged as well as she stepped on through and found herself a seat 4 rows from the front and in the middle. With a huff, she slouched in her seat and glanced up at the screen, her nails tapping impatiently against the arm rest. What a boring place to be, she thought to herself, yet she couldn’t answer her own question. Why exactly did she come here in the first place. She was out of it, not thinking clearly lately. Her mind was going fuzzy; she blamed it on the weather. It was starting to get cold outside and she hated it. Soon she’ll have to flee to Fallen territory. At least it was hot during the day. As for night, however, she was better staying where she was. That was a thought she shouldn’t have had when she heard the scrape of nails against the flooring. Her head only turned slightly, completely off guard as a large animal came towards her. A cry came from her as she fell backgrounds and then it was cut off abruptly when she hit the ground with a heavy weight on top of her. Her eyes were like slits as she looked up, jaw slacked at the tiger on top of her. Their claws, poking at her soft flesh was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to what it could do. Her mind was racing, but there was nothing she could do or rather she couldn’t think of anything to do. When it snorted in her face, she flinched, face scrunched up in disgust as she whined at the tiger. “¡Cerdo! Noone snorts on Malinda Garcia! Bad cat! Bad!” She hissed at the feline as if it were a small house cat sitting on the kitchen table. For good measure, she even threw in a few ‘Psst!Psst!’ noises at it. She thought it had worked when it blinked and leaned away from her. Then he spoke, in Shifter, which surprised her for some odd reason. She blinked and looked at it, unable to tell whether they were going to kill her or let her go. Then he snarls, which made her squeak. It was rare when she got scared, but she felt unprepared for this one, even if she had snuck into a Ring’s territory. The tiger was a large and powerful thing. Even with a shift like hers, her chances of escaping were numbered. She closed her eyes tightly at the feel of it’s claws, just teasing to poke threw her skin with it’s deadly power. She only reopened her eyes when it insulted her. A scowl washed over the fear as it walked off of her. She sat up and stared at the cat. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are and how do you know me—“ She then stopped talking and quickly looked into their eyes. An icy blue reflected off her own golden brown eyes. A coy smiled reached her face, excitement danced in her eyes as she grabbed the chair beside her and pulled herself up. That cheeky bastard, she thought as she examined him. His shift, it had changed. And what a dramatic change, she nodded with approval. “Mr.Shayscer, is that you?” Her tone was like clouds, light and easygoing as she rested her hands on her hips. “My, my you’ve changed. What happened? Did you get sick of the snake print? It always comes back in style, you know.” She now approached him with no fear of being eaten alive, even though that was still a very likely possibility. They had only met once, yet her reaction to him was like they had been long time friends who had bumped into each other on the street. She placed her hands on his furry mane and combed her fingers through his wiry fur, petting him affectionately. “Though I must say, this is a nice change.” “And for the record, I do rule the world. No one knows it just yet,” She patted him before plopping down the seat closest to him and gestured to the screen. “So I’m guessing you’re the theatre’s one and only employee? In that case, I’d like one ticket to Dr.Strangelove and tell them to get snappy. I’ve been waiting here for a good 40 minutes,” She teased. Her eyes then flicked to Kierlan and she smiled. He seemed well, besides the whole shift change. Those keepers were crafty things. Too bad she passionately hated them. “So,” She crossed her legs and rested her elbows on her knees, leaning towards her Fulsi friend. “Do I get off with just a warning, or does the big bad Fulsi have to obey orders and take me to jail?” She teased again. It was nice to wave her freedom in front of people’s faces sometimes. It was probably her favorite reason.

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[kierlan]

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[bg=60605e] Her head turned at the last second, but it wasn’t enough. They were tumbling on the ground, one Malinda Garcia at his mercy. The thought amused him slightly—really, pah! He had thought her better than that! To be caught unawares? Really, though, he couldn’t blame her too much. Who was it that had “captured” her, after all? It was Kierlan. He could catch anyone by surprise. The thought contained a certain amount of arrogance, but he wouldn’t let it get to his head. He felt power in his limbs—excess strength, given to him by the Keepers. Some part of Kierlan wanted to try it out for the first time. But not on Malinda. She was too interesting, to fun of a plaything for him to discard so quickly. Or would it be considered discarding? Her words caught him by surprise. His expression of feline insolence didn’t change, but he did have the urge to laugh. Instead, he growled. He was no cat! A moment later, she was silenced. What had done it, he didn’t really know. The snarls, perhaps? Or maybe she realized that he definitely wasn’t a housecat. She scowled as he walked away, and he snorted a second time. Silly girl. She spoke, and he remained silent. She would figure it out eventually… and ah, she got it! Good girl, his thoughts purred. Mr. Shayscer, is that you? “Ah, it took you long enough.” he paced closer to her again, just as she stood to run her hands through his fur. He thought that he was arrogant. As it was, he butted the broad of his head into her hand, much like the housecat that he was not. “Ah, I never get tired of snake print, though! It wasn’t as though I had a choice. Although, I must admit, the claws are a nice change indeed.” My, my. She was a cheeky little thing, wasn’t she? Claiming that she did rule the world. His lips twitched, but this face wasn’t accustomed to smiling. “I see. And, unfortunately, it seems as if all the staff decided to stay home sick today. It could be because, either, we’re all sold out…” he paused, glancing around the theatre. “… or, out of order.” Kierlan paused for a moment, before shifting into his human form. He stood easily, but when he moved, he still had the feral grace of the tiger. He slouched into the seat next to her, staring at the blank screen. Even this broken-down technology made him nervous. In reality, Kierlan enjoyed the Menagerie much more than life outside of it. He remembered how jumpy cars made him, and music, and television. He shook his head to chase away the memories. He proceeded to run a hand through his hair, grown longer since his time in the Menagerie. “Ah, well, it depends,” he gave her a crooked grin. “My Alpha doesn’t take too kindly to trespassers, you see. But I’m not in Border Control, either… I mean, really, I should probably correct their mistake and take you in, shouldn’t I? But you don’t smell like Carna or Fallen.” he paused again, blue eyes gleaming. He stared at her face, a small half-smile present on his mouth. Ah, Malinda. Again, he remembered how she interested him; she was arrogant, but intelligent. He wouldn’t take her to jail. At least, not yet. “But then, why are you here?” He had a strange urge to tell her about his promotion. But he bit his tongue.

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