Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

You have reached the Communication Device of the Disciple.

I am sorry. It looks like I am unable to answer at the moment.

Please leave a message, and I will get back to you.

Comments

[feralfanatic]

[The roof? Interesting. The sound of boot on tile can be heard quite easily throughout the entire hive. It actually causes the Disciple to pause in her action. The fact that she had heard his ascent meant he intended her to. As much as she might want him to be foolish enough to broadcast his location on accident, she knew better. So this how he was going to play the game? Very well.]

[He will have been on the roof for about a minute when a message appears on his communicator. At the same time, Disciple moves through to the back of the hive.]

Try not to break anything while you are up there

[devwocean]

Howw about you come an stop me.

[Just for fun, he fires off a blast, burning a hole in her lawnring]

[feralfanatic]

[The sound of the blast staggers her a little both physically, and mentally. Did he seriously just... this was getting a little out of hand.]

Did you just seriously fire your gun at my lawnring?

[devwocean]

[Okay, maybe it was a bit of overkill. He swings down to the ground again and begins to ease her front door open, hoping to surprise her coming to investigate]

Wwell.
It shore seems that I did.

[feralfanatic]

You are impossible
I did not think it possible someone could be quite as reckless as you


[Easing the door open reveals the main room empty. If he enters he will find one thing out of place that was not here before. On the table was a small plate with a cupcake sitting on it. Next to it a folded piece of paper simply marked "-D". A trap, or was it?]

[devwocean]

[He stares at the cupcake for a moment. Poison wouldn't be impossible, but would Disciple actually try to poison him? He picks up the cupcake and smells it suspiciously. Is "D" for Disciple, or for Dualscar?]

Reckless might be takin' me for a lovver.
Wwhen are you goin' to stop hiding so wwe can havve some real fun, cowward?

[feralfanatic]

[The small cake smells peculiar, yet familiar. It was the smell of black jelly beans.]

Me?
Reckless?
Maybe

I s33 you have not read the note yet
I expected you to be faster then this
My mistake

[If and when he checks the backside of the note, he will find a small scrawled message.]

You actually played along with my little hunt. I am surprised.
Finish your cake, then come claim your reward. I am waiting.
-Wildcat

[devwocean]

I read the fuckin' note.
No need to rush like an ovver-excited wwiggler.

[Okay, he hadn't noticed the note, but now he looks. Now that he has seen it, he crams the cupcake into his mouth, chews and swallows with a feeling of victory.

Then he sweeps towards the respite block, eagerly anticipating what he'll find there]

[feralfanatic]

[He'll find her in the respite block as it said in the note. A waiting Disciple is lying on the bed, her posture quite suggestive. Looks like the game really is done, there is no sign of a trap of any kind.]

[devwocean]

[Ah, excellent. He smiles and starts forward, a fire of desire alighting in his violet eyes]

There you are...

[feralfanatic]

[A look that is matched by Disciple. The play hunt may have been short, but it was enough to get her blood pumping.]

Here I am...

[She stretches languidly, accentuating her figure.]

[devwocean]

[Oh that is nice. He strides across the room, intending to put a knee on the bed and lean over her]

You look vvery fetching.

[feralfanatic]

Oh, Do I now?

[She allows herself to be knelt over. For now.]

You are not half-bad yourself, for a pompous jerk who shot up my lawnring.

[devwocean]

You don't seem to mind so much. [He grins, preening at the compliment, even if she does try to temper it with mild insults. He reaches out a hand and lays it on her hip, giving it a squeeze] You led me a bit of a chase...

[feralfanatic]

Well, I hope the end result is worth it. It is no fun to claim a reward without having to exert an effort to achieve it.

[She responds to the touch. Tracing one of her claws lightly up the arm that was touching her.]

[devwocean]

[He makes a little pleasurable rumbling sound, and shifts closer, leaning over to kiss her. He's so ready to claim his reward.]

[feralfanatic]

[She plays good long enough for the kiss, something she is still not quite used to from him. She breaks from the kiss, shoving him back a step. Disciple did not want slow and tender. What kept driving her back to Dualscar was passion. She had no problem Passion which drives her swiftly to her feet. After her footing was gained, she launches herself at him, looking to renew the kiss.]

[She was a wildcat, after all.]

[devwocean]

[He catches her with difficulty and now his kisses are all teeth and enthusiastic snarling, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her close. He prefers it this way, to be honest, and his hesitation came only from caution, not because he wanted to be tender with her]

[feralfanatic]

[She preferred it this way as well. What was a kismesissitude without the fire and passion?]

[The oliveblood adds her own growls and snarls to mix, as she fights for dominance as much she can. He had her on strength and reach, but she was rather wiry and flexible. It had not helped her bid for control to launch herself into his arms like she had, but she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.]