Northern Territory

[Rain]

Northern Territory

The northern group is dark and evil. They are strong and wise, perhaps not to the extent as the other groups, but they are one to fear. Most induviduals are willing to kill without mercy. This group needs a dark, wise, and strong leader. Please reply if you are interested.

[Alcatraz]

Hehe. I'm applying my feisty lil' bal of fluff Alcatraz for this position...


Amber eyes peered into the darkness. The night was eerily silent as though no being frolicked out in the streets. Rising his head, Alcatraz sniffed the air in search of prey. No scent of prey mingled with the fumes of everyday living. Silently the white cat cursed. He didn’t fancy what the street vendors put out. He didn’t savor the taste of dead fish, nor that of any of the other meats the humans offered.

”Give it to me alive,” he thought, a hint of lunacy flashing in his eyes. ‘Twas the kill he savored, not the food itself. The juiciest animal did not maintain its flavor unless it had been him that had hunted and killed. It. He chuckled menacingly as he thought about the petty way some begged for food from the humans. Weak. That’s all they were. Slowly he rose to his feet and padded into a nearby alley. It was there he sat and watched the night. He didn’t fancy any company from fellow cats, his early removal from his family accredited for that. He couldn’t communicate well with them, nor could he relate. Especially not to house cats. Oh, how he hated them with a passion. Somewhere he knew his prey lurked within the night. Alcatraz was determined to find it.

What was that? A scurry of a nearby rodent perhaps? A lunatic grin crept across his face. Claws kneaded the ground in anticipation of his prey. A small mouse scurried out from behind a large dumpster. Alcatraz instinctively dropped into a crouch. “One foot in front of the other,” he thought subconsciously. Slowly he stalked his victim. The mouse stood still a moment rising on its hind legs and sniffing the air cautiously. Alcatraz stopped. Slowly he rose to a seated position. Instantly the critter took note of him and bolted. The scent of its fright lingered in the air. How hysterical it was to Alcatraz to watch such a helpless being run so terrified. ‘Twas a morbid enjoyment. He sprinted after the rodent, closing in on it with a massive paw. Laws sunk into its warm flesh and slowly the feline sunk his teeth into the small creature.

As if on cue, the rain began its monotonous downfall. Licking his chops, Alcatraz padded underneath the nearby dumpster, but soon came out from its cover. He was already soaked. White fur plastered to his body as he moved along. The eventide was absolutely dreary. It was a thing he’d come to love.

He savored nights like these; enjoyed them. The cat sniffed the rain soaked night. Any scent of prey was gone as if it had been washed away. Quickening his pace he left the alley. Trotting along the street, he saw nothing. Still no creatures scurried. He was alone.

He’d been alone his whole life, so the feeling wasn’t an unknown one. He welcomed the solitude nights like these brought. It was in such solitude he was able to manifest his pain from the wounds of his past that had been left to fester for so long….

[Rain]

We have a new king for the northern territory!!! Woooot!

[Alcatraz]

Aww, thankies! *Squishes you* Hehe.

[Rain]

Actually, thank you! I NEEDED KINGS! And, you just happened to be perfect for the part! lmao!

[Alcatraz]

Haha. I thought Alcatraz's persona fit that part well. All a coincidence really, lol. Funny how things work out. ^^

Thanks again.

[Rain]

your welcome! Post freely now! As you are our first king, and king of the north.

[Rain]

Alright, the role of king of the north is once again available.