The clan of blood's grounds (open)

The day was slightly warm, but still chilled. Winter wasn't letting go of the earth anytime soon. Its cold tendrils gripped the land, causing frosty gusts to blow. If the wind would just stop, the day might have been actually tolerable for once. However, the wind did not obey the wills of the inhabitants of earth. It was an independent being, an entity free of anyone else's orders save its own. There was no stopping the wind from bearing down upon the land. There was also no stopping the storm it was bringing. The days would soon get colder, alot colder than usual. And honestly, she dreaded it.

She was a night black she-cat, dark as a shadow. Her paws were white tips, the only thing light on her entire body. They would offer some hope for good, some hope for a nice creature to be awaiting underneath the pelt. However, they were misleading. Anyone could see it as soon as they looked into her amber eyes and saw the darkness that lay within. She was a void, a dark, endless void. And just like the wind, she seemed to be unstoppable. She was laying down in the middle of Bloodclan territory, tail curled and flicking dirt boredly. There was nothing to do, no one to play with. She let out a sigh, switching her attention to a nearby pebble which she began rolling around with her paw. The day would come and go uneventful, and that would depress her. Actually, it wouldn't. Because she was incapable of feeling any real emotion. Sadness, grief, love, all things she was incapable of. Now anger, anger was sure something she could find within her dark heart.

Her eyes snapped to movement at the far end of the clearing, and she saw Sight, the bloodclan medicine cat. He had a mouthful of herbs with him, like he always did. My, my its been a while since I have played with him.. She followed the black and white medicine cat with her yellow eyes, intrigued. Perhaps he could cure her Bordem. She raised herself to her long, but strong legs. With a quick lick of her tail and underbelly, she got herself looking presentable and elegant once more. Not that it really mattered. Not like he could really see. She stretched slightly, for he was walking slow and could be easily caught up to. After letting out a big, silent yawn, the she-cat began after him. Time to play.

She was glad when he spoke first. She loved it when they spoke first. It always made her response so much more interesting. He was paused for the moment, mumbling through a mouthful of herbs. She came up from behind him, her necklace of dog teeth jangling as she trotted. She ran her tail along his flank, giving his chin a slight flick as she finished. Can you not tell by my scent, Sight? She let out a purr, her voice as sweet as a melody from the heavens. She was far from being sent by heaven, however. Or even by my voice? Her voice was lower now, and slightly darker. She raised her pitch with inflection of a curious question. She got closer to him, her cheek on his, and her mouth next to his ear. Whispering, she spoke, I'll give you three guesses. And then I might just get a little angry. He should know her, after all she was only the deputy of bloodclan. Only. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she backed away and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws.

J E Z E B E L

The she-cat could feel his tension. He was nervous, everything in his body screamed it. He was afraid. And that only fed her willingness to play. She let out a hearty, soft purr that coming from any other cat would sound pleasant. But her purr had dark, seductive intentions. She took an unsheathed claw and began messing with her necklace, making slight noise as she played innocent. She knew a she-cat that could pierce any body part she wanted to, but Jez thought that would be too much. Oh no, she couldn't do that. She had to have something that she could at least take off easily if she needed to play innocent to someone who didnt know her. But Sight knew her. That was why his muscles were rigid and words chosen carefully. Her act of innocence wasn't intended to fool.

Relax, my dear, im not going to harm you. Her yellow eyes glinted with sadism, the darkness within her twitching with excitement. She stood, fluffy tail flourishing out with elegance. She steppes close to the tom, whom looked similar to her. Similar enough that perhaps they were related. She was disgusted by the thought. Her claw traced the outline of his chin, her head tilted to the side with questions in her eyes. I could never harm such an innocent soul. That was a downright lie. She didnt care if she harmed him or not. If it was needed, she would do it. But for now, he was more useful alive than dead and she had no desire to kill him.

With an almost innocent smile she took her claw away and bounced to his side, dragging her tail along his chest. What do you think of me, Sight? And be honest, or I might just get a little irate. Her tone started out perfectly nonchalant, but increasingly grew more satanic as she continued. She loved her sing-song voice and the melody it played so well. Cats used to love to hear her talk, back when everyone wasn't afraid of her. Then again, they should've always been scared of her. Her muscles rippled as she walked around him, dragging her tail on his body as she did. She wanted him to know she was in control, she had the power here. This was her game, and she wouldn't let him go until she was satisfied.

J E Z E B E L

His words were lies and she knew it. Anger flashed in her amber eyes, causing her brief lapse in self control to hinder ger breathing. She was on his left side now, her flank touching his. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. He had to believe she wasn't going to kill him. He had to trust her. And he wasn't going to do that with those preconceived notions in his head that were completely true. Making him believe she was not a sociopathic borderline satanic she-cat was her goal, she realized that now. He had to believe her lie in order for her to let him go. She could sense he just wanted to leave, it was written all over his poor little body. She opened her eyes, her composure now regained.

You're lying to me Sight. She clicked her tongue in disapproval, knowing full well he was. He did think she was strong and powerful, not in the way he said it. She moved her mouth to his ear, breath hot on his fur. She was sure it disgusted him. You think I am a monster, Sight. She moved away, disappointment prevalent in her eyes. She moved in front of him, sad amber orbs looking up to him. If I was the monster you thought I was, you would have been dead by now. Now that, that wasn't a lie. She had plenty of chances to kill the medicine cat, but had decided not to. She let the misery glint in her eyes, but tried her best to hide it as well. She had to make it look believable after all. With a slight sigh, she turned her back to him, staring off into the wood.

Cats misunderstand me, Sight. You understand being misunderstood, dont you? She glanced over her shoulder at him for a moment, but went back to staring off into the distance. Her tone was sad, pitiful. But believable. There would be no way he could have possibly known she was lying. No one could. She had a talent, a gift, for playing emotions. She didnt have any real emotions, but she studied them. She studied how Dez acted, how Lydia had acted before she ran away. Sometimes, I feel like I am alone in a crowd. The words were barely audible, and she hung her head as she said them. She had hoped he had heard them, but she had to make it believable. With a shake of her head, she swiftly turned to him.

Put the herbs down, Sight. Come on, let us have some fun! A smile played on her lips, and a happy bounce was in her tone. She didnt know if he would say yes, but she hoped for his life he would.

J E Z E B E L