ˢᵗᵘᵖᶤᵈ ᶜᵃᵗ

He brought the hunter closer towards him as he closed the gap between them. His lips were like heaven. kissing him was amazing.

Ayase winked at him with a direct and quiet friskiness. “What can I say, I’m a shameless flirt.” He huskily replied, a hand now gently caressing his cheek before trailing down his jawline.

       A certain smell hung in the air of the forest. Something unfamiliar. It made his fur bristle. He opened his mouth partially, confirming what he suspected. He could almost taste the blood that hung in the air. Not only that, but he sensed a peculiar presence. He lashed his tail, deciding that it would be a good idea to find the cause of that smell --- just out of curiosity. He crept through the sparse undergrowth, stepping lightly on his toes. Ears flicked and swiveled in every direction; he was clearly on alert. Didn’t want to be taken by surprise while he followed the scent.

      It didn’t take long for him to spot the being responsible for the strange odor. His cold eye narrowed and he hid behind a nearby tree. He didn’t see any blood on the being, but he did notice the sharp fangs he possessed. His hair stood further on end. Those fangs much resembled his own, but there was not even an ounce of feline scent on him. He was able to rule out the Sickness of being a cause to his strange appearance.

     The fiery tom was perched upon a nearby tree. It seemed that he was napping, though his ears were perked. He’d probably wake right up if he was disturbed. Didn’t take long. He soon became aware of the person that was walking around on the ground below. They were making a hellish amount of noise and it irritated him. With a gruff sigh, he jumped from his branch and landed in front of the stranger. “Don’t you know how to move quietly?” He paused when he noticed the other’s strange appearance.

      A single blue optic noticed the figure of another feline. What was he doing that far out in the forest? Why was he just standing there? Ah. It seemed that tom might be in a bit of trouble. He noticed the Ribika that had him pinned against a tree. Usually, he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid. Just let them settle their disputes on their own. Though, it just so happened, that he was hunting for those Ribika. They were a group of outlaws that he’d been paid to exterminate. He gave a small sigh before he pulled his sword from his scabbard.

      His slitted eye narrowed as he leaped high into the air. He landed neatly upon one of the branches of a nearby tree, moving elegantly amongst the forest. It didn’t take him long to reach the scene. He jumped down in front of the other tom; his eyes narrowed. He would deal with him at a later time, once he dealt with the outlaws in front of him. What a shame, that he had to kill other Ribika. Their numbers were already dwindling, thanks to the plague. But that was what he’d been paid to do, so he had no other choice.

      The tom didn’t wait for the others to make the first move. He gritted his teeth, revealing sharp fangs, before leaping at one of the other cat’s assailants. They pulled out their own weapons, attempting to slash at him in retaliation. Rai was fighting alone and it seemed that the odds could be stacked against him. But he shouldn’t be underestimated. He was a skilled warrior. He was able to dodge many of the blows aimed at him.