Draconus of the Night

[Draconus]

Draconus, or Draco, as he prefered, slowly slipped out into the night, silver eyes glittering unaturally. It wasn't easy for him to creep other cats out, with his ghost-like composure. His ears gave a tenitive twitch as he seated himself boredly at the edge of the wood. He was bored. As usual. Nothing gave him pleasure anymore... He wanted a good murder. So he sat, listening to the silence, basking in the presence of the moonlight night... Draconus of the night...

[Rogue]

A shadow drifted through the woods. Or was it a shadow? It seemed to get closer every second. A cloud covered the moon and the forest was swallowed by darkness. When the moon showed again, there was a black she-cat sitting in front of the tom, her eyes dancing wickedly and a smirk upon her face. "Well, now, aren't you precious... Lost dear?" she spoke in her sarcastically sweet voice, the one she usually saved for her ach-nemisis (if you could call something pathetic like that an arch-nemisis) Sith. Her eyes sparkled maliciously, taunting him.

Rogue had no respect for anyone here except Alcatraz so far. The other two, Sith and Fog, were almost as bad as kittypets. She wondered if there were others she hadn't met, like this one. If he truly belonged in the Northern Territories, she would know by the way he retaliated. Her tail flicked behind her, and her eyes swept over his body. She wasn't particularly impressive, not by her standards. However, there was a glint in the cat's silver eyes... It reminded her of the glint in her eye... Could this cat be a murderer? She was suddenley interested, and wanted to find out more. But her eyes showed nothing but the malicious glint, and her face was drawn up in a wicked smile.

[Draconus]

Draconus' silver eyes turned boredly onto Rogue, flicking up and down as he examined her. There was nothing ususal, or, in fact, interesting about this cat, except for her eyes.. The malitious glint so like his... He raised an eyebrow. Very. Very. Slowly.

"Hm, lost.. Lemme think... "

He replied mockingly.

"Am I weak? No... No no.. Not from the South. Am I a retard? Nope. Then I'm not from the East OR the West... I guess I'm from the North then."

He said with a sarcastic shrug, returning the smile with his own icy one.

"And don't tell me this isn't Northern Territory, what, with such a sassy thing as yourself walking around."

It wasn't anything but a comment really. His temper was under control right now, he was in a good mood.. Just bored. Maybe he could kill her.

[Rogue]

Secretly, Rogue was very impressed. "It may as well be the South, with the scum their letting in these days..." Rogue muttered drily, thinking of Sith and her boyfriend, Fog. She was staring absently at the ground. She looked up at his next comment. "I don't believe that 'sassy' is the correct adjective." She said, thinking of a million more that would suit her better. Of course he didn't know that. Yet. The black feline got up, walking slowly towards a bush at the last minute she jumped over it, and a squeal could be heard on the other side of the bush. She came back, blood stains on her claws but no signs of having eaten anything. She sat down and began cleaning her claws. After a moment she looked boredly at him. "Nasty things, those mice. I don't care for eating them. No, they just annoy me." She went back to cleaning her claws. If he was a true murderer, he would not be impressed. Or even if he was, he would not show it. Rogue yawned widely, showing great white teeth.

[Draconus]

"Yes, perhaps not sassy.. Well, I'll find another one eventually."

The tom replied with a shrug. Watching her kill the mouse, Draco rather thought that she was trying to put on a show. It didn't work. He stared at her with a blank, bored expression. Wrapping his tail around his paws Draco yawned widely, staring up at the dark, starry sky.

"That's nice dear, you do that."

[Rogue]

OOC: 'Thats nice dear' Is my line! I say it to my friends when they say something stupid...

BIC:
Rogue smiled with satisfaction. Soon though, the smile disappeared. "I knew it..." She said simply. Killing was obviously something he was used to. Had it been Sith, she probably would have said something like, 'Thats wasting prey! Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!' Rogue smiled drily as she imagined her mouth around Sith's neck sinking her teeth in deeper... deeper... She heard the bone crunch and realised that it was not really happening, and that she was laughing like a maniac. She sighed. Alcatraz probably wouldn't want her killing other Northern territory cats. She looked kind of disappointed, staring of in the distance and licking her lips. She realised that she was still sitting in front of the tom. "I don't suppose you've met any of the other cats. Well, the only one worth meeting that I've met so far is Alcatraz... The King." Rogue's eyes wandered through the woods, wondering what lay behind the shadows.

OOC: Yeah, Rogue has an big problem with Sith... But Sith is my sister in RL, so she doesn't mind... Muhahaha!

[Draconus]

OOC: My line too! Mwa ha ha! XD...

You have a sister?! Lucky.. I have three lil' bros...

BIC:

Draco raised an eyebrow. "The King". Beautiful term, right there. Personally, he thought that they should randomly fend for themselves, and he pretty much did. But he lived here... Odd, isn't it? How life works out?

"Nah, haven't met anyone yet. My name's Draconus, by the way... Family and friends that are close call me Draco.."

His silver eyes glittered oddly.

"But not many get close to me... Alive."

SO it was true, he talked with the cats he had killed.. Became 'friends..' don't we all have our weird mental issues?

[Rogue]

Rogue also raised an eyebrow. "Hah, anyone dead at my claws died for a reason..." Rogue said. She knew that it wasn't really true. She killed anyone who annoyed her, or anyone who came too close when she was in a bad mood. "Oh wait. No, I take that back..." Rogue seemed to be deep in thought. She laughed a cold, humourless laugh. She saw flashes of the cats she had killed, and kneaded the ground happily as she did so, a grim smile on her face. She seemed to be like that for a long time, but to her it was not long enough. She craved for war, or for some idiot to cross her. She made a plan in her head. The next poor fool she saw who seemed unworthy was hers. She looked at Draconus. "Rogue." She said simply, lacking in both politeness and friendliness.

[Draconus]

Draconus' face slid into a very small, cold, smile. He liked this cat. A murderer like himself, very honest, quick. She would be fun to kill... But not just yet...

"I've never killed anyone with a really good reason. Except my brother, I was angry with him."

He added with a shrug. He didn't talk to his brother much, except to tease him. But he wasn't going to tell anyone about THAT anytime soon.

[Rogue]

OOC: What does he do, sleep on a pile of corpses?

BIC:
Rogue nodded slowly, ever so slowly. She had a strange feeling about this cat, like he was dangerous. She liked that feeling. "Oh yes, fights often lead to something like that... And don't my dear mummy and daddy know that?" She was a bit puzzled by the way he did not seem to notice her maniacal laughter.

Rogue looked at his silver eyes, as she had done before. They seemed to glow in the darkness. It was like staring into the eyes of a ghost. She shook her head, lost in the borders of reality, confused just by looking.

Rogue looked up at the sky. There wasn't much up there. It was cloudy. The moon was the only thing that showed. A great black bird flew over the moon. It might mean bad luck for most, but for Rogue it was the best luck you good get. She smiled with satisfaction. Today she seemed to be getting alot of that.

[Draconus]

OOC: lmao, no, he talks to their "ghosts".. Schzoprenzia.. In a minor form. However you spell it, I always suck at the subject.

BIC:

Draco's cold smile widened. He wasn't a cat of much emotion, he had problems with it. It often led to weakness, which he hated, and killed. Or it led to.. Weakness, actually. Dead end path, what, with emotion.

"It was my father who encouraged it. He killed my pathetic mother... Just like a mouse.."

There was another glint, when he said that, kind of like a hint, but not quite. This was the most interesting conversation he had had in days... It was nice, a cat like him. To socialize. Talk with other cats that wouldn't mind tasting his blood on their tongue.

[Rogue]

Rogue didn't know where this coversation was going. She pretended to wipe her eyes with the back of her paw. "What a beautiful and touching story." She said. She sounded pretty bored. She knew for sure now that they were both murderers, so she had keep on her toes. If they would fight, she would let him attack first. No, Rogue went for useless cats. This cat, 'Draco', as he called himself, might be a useful adition to the Northern Territory's army- if you could call it that. Rogue longed to raid a weaker terra's home, kill a few cats, take over the lands. That was the life for Rogue. A life of power and murder. She was ready anytime anyone wanted her for something... As long as it was something evil. Rogue yawned again. This place was lacking in activity.

[Draconus]

Draco snorted.

"Isn't it?"

He asked with equal boredom, cracking his neck and flicking his tail. Obviously this cat was getting tired of idol talk... As was he. He flicked his tail, gently brushing her face.

"Ah, what to do, what to do... "

He muttered under his breath, weighing the option of leaving with that of attacking her.

[Rogue]

Rogue watched a leaf drift by. Strange, there was no wind tonight. Rogue ignored it. Who cared about a silly little leaf anyway? She got up and stretched, looking around at the trees. Finally her gaze rested on Draconus. There was something weird going on, she could feel it. She heard a twig crack behind her. She did not seem to hear it however. Underneath her slick black fur every muscle was tense, ready for something to attack. But on the outside she appeared completely calm. She looked up at another sound, but it was just a bird. How paranoid being bored could make you... Pretending everything was fine, she began to wash.

[Draconus]

Draco was just as alert, ears perked... Not ready to spring, but listening, just in case. He had decided not to attack this cat. He kinda, actually liked talking to someone who shared the same interest: murdering.

"So.."

He said calmly, stifling a yawn,

"Have you always lived in the Northern part?"