One, two, ac's gonna get you

[bloodpainter]

Who: Nepeta Leijon and OPEN
What: A bored cattroll is a dangerous and mischievous thing.
Where: The demon-patrolled forest near Silverglen Retreat.
When: July 18th
Warnings: Death of demons, creepy messages written in their blood, Nepeta trolling everyone.



Nepeta was bored. Bored, bored, bored, and worse, she was feeling useless.

Her hunting skills had kept her fellow redsworn fed and granted her some minor recognition among the elves of Silverglen, sure. That was great. But stags and bear just weren't enough for her, she needed some stronger prey. And preferably, she needed to meet more people she could actually talk to. She knew it was a serious situation they were in, but the redsworn all seemed so... tense.

So she'd slipped out, wandered down to past the village and moved through the forest until she found what she was looking for.

Demons.

The patrols weren't all that big out this far into the woods, but three or four felguards, or a felguard escorted by a group of imps, was still something to worry about.

Nepeta, however, was more than up for the challenge.

One by one, the patrols began to vanish. Either Nepeta would strike a blow to the lead felguard's head and take out the weaker demons, then finish it off when it came to, or she'd just appear out of nowhere and slice at them all at the same time, giving her openings to finish them all off quickly. She'd begun to really get a handle on her rogue abilities, and it showed.

After a few of these fights, she was actually feeling tired and had gotten a few injuries from the demons, though nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. Deciding to shift from physical to psychological warfare, she dragged the demon bodies into a pile and began to paint with their blood on a large rock, as she had on her walls back in her cave.

When she was done, a picture of a huge cat with two mouths and wicked claws, jaws and paws dripping blood, covered the top of the rock. Beneath it was a message:

"arseniccatnip is watching you. :33""

Comments

[trampledintheprocess]

"I guess that's as good a reason as any. And it's a nice cat picture."

Washington admittedly is kind of intrigued bye that thought. Though painting in blood is still kind of creepy... The idea of animals with that many different blood colors is bizarre. "Most lifeforms I'm used to have red blood."

[bloodpainter]

"Oh thanks! Purrbeasts are my favorite." As might be evident by the way she talks and even her body language if one looks closely. Even now one of her hands is held in the posture of a cat ready to swipe if necessary.

She shrugs at that observation pretty acceptingly. "It might just be Alternia."

[trampledintheprocess]

"I can tell. You're kind of like one, you know. " Wash knows cats, after all. He's a cat person. In spite of the raptor.

"Alternia is where you're from then? Interesting name."

[bloodpainter]

"I do know." Grinning at his observation, she waves a hand at the picture.

"And I was raised by one. That picture is basically a portrait of my lusus... those are the animals that raise us trolls."

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington nods. "You're a troll... And were raised by an animal..." That was not what he expected. Then again, this person is strange enough at even a glance. Seems pretty typical since arriving in this world. "Don't you have parents?"

[bloodpainter]

"No, trolls don't have parents. We don't reproduce that way. Grubs complete the trials in the caves where the mother grub lays us, then we're chosen by a lusus. We avoid adult trolls. They're dangerous."

Not that younger trolls can't be pretty damn dangerous themselves. They're a pretty vicious race.

[trampledintheprocess]

"That's definitely strange. But I guess it's the whole race from another planet issue again. Some of the aliens humans encounter are pretty odd." He pauses at that. "You're not an adult? How old are you?" He should have probably guessed as much, but he'd hoped the place wasn't bringing actual children in.

[bloodpainter]

"Well we think your human way is strange so it's even. And I'm six solar sweeps! That's about thirteen in your human years."

So, not quite a child, but probably young enough to make most people grimace.

[trampledintheprocess]

That got a very long pause from Washington. Thirteen. Seriously. The fucking dragons dragged a thirteen year old to this hell. This place where people have gotten nearly killed just for ties to the damn dragons.

"You're just a kid. Humans don't even let our kids into the military until 18, usually. And you're stuck here."

[bloodpainter]

She sighs a bit at his objection. She knows she should probably be touched that he's worried about her, but honestly she just kind of finds it irritating.

"Trolls are fighters purrty much since we're hatched, though. I'm not a human, and the same rules don't really apply. I can honestly say I've been through a lot worse than this. Though I did have my furriends with me last time."

[trampledintheprocess]

"And I probably shouldn't be judging an alien race by human standards..." Washington sighs slightly. "Sorry, kid. I guess a lot of people do have it worse. At least the dragons are trying to take care of us. When they aren't getting us nearly killed for just knowing them."

[bloodpainter]

She skips over the other topics to latch onto the last one. "That's not their fault though. At least I don't think it is. I didn't really understand what had those elves so mad, honestly."

Which in and of itself is kind of a bad thing. It's obvious, even to her, that there are some things they aren't being told.

[trampledintheprocess]

"I think that group blames the dragons for bad things happening. I spoke to one of them while being their guest. They wanted to kill us to get back at the dragons. Maybe they hoped the dragons would leave." Washington shrugged. "Whatever it was, they wouldn't have been helped by murdering the captives there. It's not like we even chose to come to this place."

[bloodpainter]

"I don't think they were very smart, even if the dragons did really do something nasty. When a roarbeast is beating down your door that isn't the time to go after your neighbor fur that time they wrecked your house."

Which was the sort of thing that happened on Alternia if you let people know where your house was.

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington nods. "You're right. Very right. Even temporary alliance to deal with an enemy makes more sense than murdering the ones the dragons brought in. Especially as we'd be willing to help them. We have as much reason to help the elves as we do the dragons. Even if the dragons take care of us."

[bloodpainter]

"Exactly. Mar was talking about how they're determined not to give anyone a chance to hurt them again, but at this point they're just going to give the demons a chance to destroy them all. Do they think they'll ignore their town if they don't get involved?"

The logic involved in the elves' actions just made her head hurt.

[trampledintheprocess]

"Well, if they keep attacking us, they're going to end up fighting a war on two different fronts. I mean, I don't want it to got that way, but it's fully possible. We can't just stand by while they try to kidnap us and murder us for no reason."

Washington pauses to think that over. "The flaw to that logic is that I think that not getting involved could be seen as a sign of weakness."

[bloodpainter]

"Ugh, is efurryone in this world crazy?"

She pauses a bit to think about what she just said, and amends it. "Well, not the elves in Silverglen. They're purrty nice. I wish the others were more like them. But all these people who want to kill us when we're trying to save them furrom demons... no matter how they try to explain it it doesn't make any sense!"

[trampledintheprocess]

"I know. It doesn't make sense. I don't like hurting people if I don't have to, but we need to defend ourselves."

Washington shrugs. "But I'm not going to just lay down and die when they direct attacks on us stupidly."

[bloodpainter]

"No, that would be even stupider. We have to defend ourselves and if that means killing them, so be it. I'd rather kill demons, but whatefur."

It was a bitter pill to swallow but there was no other conclusion to come to. If they wouldn't listen, there was only the one option.

[trampledintheprocess]

"We can do so much good here, if they'd just let us... I remember when the Reds had that little gathering... There are so many fighters among us."

Washington doesn't want to die... He's got too much to do.

[bloodpainter]

"Maybe we should be focusing on working with each other furst... I'm sorry, I should purrbably already know this, but which flight are you with again? I'm red."

She wanted to guess blue because of the color of the raptor, but she wasn't sure that had anything to do with it.

Sorry about the late reply. Been having a rough month for illness.

[trampledintheprocess]

"I'm with the bronze flight, actually. Strange bunch of dragons, but they've been... Helpful."

S'cool. Not like the game's been rushing at top speed or anything.

[bloodpainter]

"The reds are purrty nice. Kind of distant and aloof but I think that's normal. I mean, they're dragons. What do you mean by strange though?"

What did strange even mean when you were talking about a dragon? Now there was an odd concept.

[trampledintheprocess]

"You make a good point there. They are dragons. And I'd never met dragons before the ones here." Wash shrugs. "They've been generous to say the least with taking care of things. Though, considering what we are to them, it's in their best interests."