The New Order (Cult Kittehs)

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"Speaking."
Thinking.
"Other person's cat talking."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 462; ♙tags: nubia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate The air was quite still. The land about them was grassy and dotted with occasional trees, unmarked by anything but the pawsteps of their prey. It was so different from the sandy dunes of their native lands, but they had no other choice but to leave the place they called home and venture forth into new territory. After a battle with rogues and an epidemic wiped out the majority of their population and the prey they relied on, it was clear what the Gods wanted them to do. Their land was no longer befitting. Still, the earth below his paws didn't feel quite right. Not yet. They still had a distance to go before they found their new home, that much was true. Praa Monthu was a cat that relied entirely on the instincts given to him by the Gods, and he would lead his Cult thusly. As of right now, his cats lay relaxed in the grass, resting after a long journey, but he sat in the shadow of a huge fir tree, his yellowish eyes flashing with the thoughts raging in his head. Even the high-ranking cats gave him wide berth, knowing better than to disturb him while he was lost in his thoughts. Even so, one cat apparently hadn't been given the memo: Nubia, the young Phaedu whose heritage was unknown but whom the Gods had told him would become a good Phae, came over to him, holding a dead mouse by the tail. He slowly, silently inspected the mouse, then his gaze raised to the small ruddy she-cat. Though there was no discernible emotion in his eyes, that was more dangerous than anything else. When deadpan, he could either stay that way or become immeasurably angry, and the only way to find out was to wait. "Nubia," Monthu said. His gravelly voice was low and blunt. "What is this?" He moved to nudge the mouse with one wide, flat paw, but pulled back, clearly disgusted. The coyote claws he wore over his own claws – used mainly as a precaution at this point while they explored a new territory in case they came upon any rogues – sunk deep into the dusty earth below him. The vivid stripes along his pelt that camouflaged him seemed to ripple with withheld anger. "Hunting is for Ma'ats," he growled, his sharp eyes narrowing, pupils shrinking into barely-visible slits of black. "Not for the future Phae. Dispose of this disgrace at once!" His voice got louder and angrier with every word, until his back was arched and his fangs bared with utter fury. The black dye around his eyes accentuated the rage within them. He towered over the kit, thin tail puffed with irritation. Perhaps the Gods had been wrong about her after all. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEGGG; credit to gREY of OTE

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=577E47] The cooling winds of the day sure seemed to have Jayti beaten, the raked across her thin frame as she moved across the ground to find Nubia, there training was going well, but Jayti could not help with her powers to notice that something was bothering Nubia. It made the she-cat wonder what it could be about, was it the way she was training her, was it her having to marry Osiris. Jayti though she could not admit it, she did not want Nubia to marry off to her second son. Though he was the 'heir' to her offspring's sire, she could not help that the gods intended for Nubia to be married to Set, the rightful heir. Moving along swiftly she looked around with her black encased blue eyes, hoping to find the form of Nubia some where around the settlement they now called 'home'. Jayti was not found of it, but there was nothing she could do, there was nothing she could magically do to solve this problem, all she could do was pray daily that the gods would rescue them from this parallel. The she-cat had all kind of ramblings in her head about what to pray about, which god to pray to, and she pondered if sacrifices where the problem. Maybe so but she had no knowledge of that. Calling out in her sweet tones she began calling for the young girl in hopes that she would be able to find her with out tiring. 'Nubia, Nubia....Are you there Phaedu? ' Roaming around once more she found a small rustling in the bushes, practicably jumping back in terror, this was a strange land, there could be a large sum of black souls in the shadows, she almost let a sharp cold cry out for her husband or one of her sons to kill the beast, but there was none. It was only the she-cat she had been looking for, she stalked in the bushes as a Ma'at would, it rather frightened her what she would do, was this just her playing or was this for real, was the small kit about to do something forbidden? Jayti almost called to her to make her stop and think about the rules, but for that moment she did not care id Nubia broke the rules once, after all, it was Jayti herself who saw this, no one else. There was no room for Jayti to go directly to Nubia, she had to move around the thorned bushs to get to the young Phaedu. Taking her time walking with grace, as it was drilled into her that Phaes did not 'run' to where ever they where going. Moving closer she saw the decorated appearance of her husband move closer to Nubia, he was sure to rip the girl's head off she was was caught with the kill in her mouth. She heard the loud scorning come from her husband's lips, speaking distaste of Nubia. It was hard for her to bare. It would be wise to step in between the two before the Pharaoh struck his future daughter-in-law. It would better if his paw struck her cheek then the joyful face of a kit, after all she was used to it. If Monthu did decide to hit her, instead that was all she could hope for. 'Speech' 'Thought' |Word Count: 561|OOC: Wife beater plot= Win! well he is more like a everyone beater but still WIN! XD|Status: Complete|

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 356; ♙tags: nubia, jayti; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate Monthu raised a paw to strike the small she-cat, but out of the corner of his eye he spotted his mate. The thin grey female was watching nervously, prepared to intervene. This fueled his anger still further: he whipped around, his vengeful expression rivaling that of Onuris, the god of war. Such was his hate: it reached levels that truly drilled in the belief that he was a son of the Gods themselves. "The Phaedu is your responsibility," he snapped, long fangs gleaming in the sun. "Why were you not watching her, Jayti!?" In a flash, his paw lashed out to strike the side of her head, cuffing her ear hard, claws unsheathed. His eyes flashed, wild and hateful, and then dimmed a bit, as though the physical attack had channeled some of his immeasurable fury. He turned back to Nubia, crouching down until they were eye to eye, the fire in his eyes intimidating. "You will follow the laws of our Cult, you pathetic piece of vulture bait," he snarled, his sandy voice like claws across stone, "or I will dispose of you like a deformed kitten. Do not test me, Nubia." Monthu pulled back, anger still spiking the fur along his back, but he turned and instead marked the tree with his claws in a traditional way: one long, thick slash, all claws unsheathed. He channeled his blind rage into the blow, and bark crippled under his strength. The green-hued inner flesh of the tree gleamed, exposed, in the sun. With his mark laid and his reprimand given, he stalked off towards the horizon, signaling with his tail for his cats to follow him. There was still much land to travel before the Gods allowed them to rest. But to his surprise, it wasn't long before suddenly, a feeling of that's it, here! arced through him. He froze immediately, lifting his head to survey the sun. "Ra, god of the sun," Monthu called for all the Cult to hear, his voice strong, "we rest here in accordance to your Will as our highest master. Here we will worship under your eternal sky." just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: MOAAAAAR RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEGGG; credit to gREY of OTE

[Enigma is a Narcissist]

It was hard being Praadu. Too bad Osiris was the only one (at the present time, anyway) with the ability to fully appreciate that fact - by Ra, he would just love it if there was someone to complain to... but since that was impossible, and he wasn't about to saunter up to his father and whine about his 'petty little troubles' (Osiris shuddered at the very thought), the golden tabby simply stewed inwardly, as he usually did.It was as if everyone thought that being the pharoah's heir was all fresh-kill and blessings, with absolutely no difficulties, no suffering, and extra privileges to boot. But that wasn't entirely true. In fact, most of it was complete foxdung.

Here he was, stuck in a position that wasn't meant to be his, disliked by most, hated by many, hampered by a brother that everyone liked and admired, and now, stuck with a Phaedu that never failed to get on his nerves. Nubia. She was a strange one, in both appearance and personality, and that rankled him, as anything unusual normally did. Of course she was chosen to be his Phae; sometimes, it seemed as if the entire Cult was against him, and being paired with her was excellent proof of this.

Why did everyone hate him, anyway? He had been acting just as pleasant as the next cat, hadn't he? It was because he was Praadu, the golden tom assumed. There was just no pleasing his Cult, now was there? And Set... that despicable, unworthy brother of his was stirring up trouble, Osiris knew it! A growl of irritation escaped his lips, prompting several passerby to eye him warily - Osiris paid them no mind. So he was trying to turn his Cult against him, eh? Fine then -
if he wanted a challenge, then it was a challenge he would get!

By Ra, it was as if there was no such thing as brotherly loyalty these days--

A sudden movement, barely perceived from the corner of his eye, caught the Praadu's attention. Now who could that be...? Turning ever so slightly, jaws parted in the beginning of a reprimand, the tom stopped as found himself staring at the usually long tan-and-black pelt of the Pheadu herself. My, my - speak of the devil. His lip curled. Or in this case, a she-devil...

Bowing in a rather...theatric way - a mocking gesture if there ever was one - the golden tom purred, "My, my, look what we have here." His eyes flitted towards the limp mouse, obviously disgusted. "A she-cat and her prey. Lovely. You know, I was just thinking about you--" The tom stopped suddenly, going a bit pale beneath his thin coat, as a large shadow suddenly loomed over the two of them.

Praa Monthu, the pharoah; the sun of Ra; the leader of the entire Cult... And, less importantly of all, his father. He swallowed hard, then flinched as the pharoah spoke. "Nubia. What is this?" The tone of his voice was all too familiar, and yet, completely strange to Osiris. "Hunting is for Ma'ats," Monthu growled, his voice growing nastier with every word. "Not for the future Phae. Dispose of this disgrace at once!

At these words, something seemed to click in Orisis' voracious mind. This she-cat... he didn't necessarily like her, but he didn't hate her, either. Not only that, but she was to be his Phae - no one was about to take that way from him; not even his father. Brave thoughts - but when he finally advanced, it was upon shaky legs. "Fath-- uh, Praa Monthu," he said hesitantly, keeping his chin high and his gaze steady. "I do hope you won't punish her or anything. She is just a kit, you know." Okay, maybe that was a bit too cheeky--

"Of course," he added hastily, "I'm completely fine with any punishment you might give her. I just - uh - don't want the Cult to loose such an - er - valuable asset." He winced - the mere presence of his father was intimidating. "I completely agree with you."

The golden tabby dropped to his haunches, then looked away, not out of guilt, but disappointment; in his entire life, the only time he had ever bothered to speak was if there was something to be gained from it, but now, he was just wasting his breath. The Praadu's smooth, convincing attitude, which had always been so effective in the past, just wouldn't work on this tom - it just left him tongue-tied, and that was no good.
Resorting to silence once again was the only thing he could do. And it was what he preferred. "I'll shut up now..."

He narrowed a pair of murky green eyes as his father lifted a paw, preparing himself for the inevitable strike that would, most likely, send the tiny she-cat flying; when, to his left, Jayti - his slim, elegant mother - suddenly appeared. She looked apprehensive; smart cat - if the Phea was really about to intervene, as her sinewy body language suggested he was, it was perfectly sane for her to be nervous. The she-cat was strong, as any good Phae should be, but not that strong. It was just how things worked.

The sudden smack of a paw to the side of her head (Monthu being the executor of this cruel act, of course) was so fast, so brutal, (but not entirely unexpected), that Osiris nearly let out a whimper of surprise. He didn't, though - after his stutter-fest, the last thing the Praadu wanted to do was call attention to himself. He had to do something though, to show his mother that he really did care, so he contented himself with a warm glance towards her. Nothing big, nothing special, but it was all he could give - and if she caught it, it would make him feel better as well. Watching your father beat up his mate wasn't a pleasant thing, even if it happened often.

Why can't he just pick on Set? Osiris thought moodily, glaring at his father's back as he stalked away, then obediently (albeit reluctantly) padding after him as, with a flick of his tail, the Pharoah signaled for his Cult to follow.

Usually they walked for days, but this time, it was different. It seemed like they had barely left their temporary camp before being called to a stop: "Ra, god of the sun, we rest here in accordance to your Will as our highest master. Here we will worship under your eternal sky." What? Did that mean... they were here to stay? Osiris wasn't sure, but he most definitely hoped so - traveling this often was a real let-down...