Post by >>|Lilly|<< on Jun 28, 2011 18:01:08 GMT -5
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Sum 41 - Open Your Eyes
It's like a bad dream,
that's becoming all too true,
Leaving me with nothing else left to do.
Now so helpless,
I'm not so selfish.
Tell me,
How does it feel to have a face like that,
How does it feel to be replaced like that.
Now so faceless,
Do you still feel?
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Over this young toms moons he had been through a lot of situations- The worst one was probably accepting the role of deputy.. But then again- It was also one of his best accomplishments! Ha! Who was he fooling? I loved his position in the clan, that was for sure. The cannibalistic tom wouldn't give it up for anything. As usual his main scent was masked over with the multiple in heat scents of she-cats, he'd make a note to fix that problem before he dragged himself back to camp.
The skinny tomcat split his jaws in a fairly calm and content yawn, gently licking his tongue against his maw, getting the blood off of it. Before him lay the dead body of a scrawny loner.. Not his best kill but.. Well.. He had been hungry and the loner had been better then nothing. Honestly he favored cat flesh over prey but.. It was only if he was desperate would he really sink his blood-stained and yellow fangs into a piece of mouse meat.
Slowly Hypocrisy shifted his deep yellow eyes back to the dead body, occasional bite marks in the stomach of the cat where he found the best of flesh to be while blood caked over the scrawny cats pelt. Blood, dirt and knots also caked over in Hypocrisy's pelt, too, but.. Who cared about that? The only time he was even caught taking a second look at his dirty white pelt was if a pretty she-cat walked by.
A look of pride crossed over Hypocrisy's features as he took a finishing glance at the loner. Yawning in content he lifted a paw to lick and clean the blood away before he mumbled over to himself, "Eh.. Better get rid of the body.." In a low and careless voice. Stretching the skinny deputy rose up to his paws, picking up the limp body by the neck. Honestly this cat was pretty small, apprentice size infact. Just small enough for Hypocrisy to hold it up and off of the ground.
Flicking his ears back against his head the white and black [spotted] tom calmly carried the body over to a small and rotting mound of trash.. There was no doubt in his mind that this body would decay in less then a week. Smirking softly he dropped the body, clenching his yellow teeth together when his mouth began watering over the taste of flesh.
The scrawny but strong young tom grunted softly, silently mumbling under his breath, "Resist...." Even though he knew for a well known fact it wasn't helping one bit. His yellow eyes gave a slight flash of blood lust as he lunged at the dead cats body, his teeth repeatedly yanking away the black and blood-caked pelt to reveal the tender flesh of a cat.
A wicked grin spread over young Hypocrisy's features as he immediately sunk his sharp and yellow fangs into the flesh of the cat, that same grin still clear on his lips through the flesh of the loner. Blood was already beginning to spill from the inside of the cat, covering his white muzzle again. He smirked coldly ripping away a good chuck of flesh while blood spilled out onto the ground.
He chuckled darkly through the piece of flesh he was holding before sharply dropping down onto his stomach and hungrily chewing on the piece of meet for a few minutes. He smirked softly, eventually swallowed the piece of meat before he rose back to his paws, his eerie dark eyes slowly glancing around.
"Well now, that was an experience..." He chuckled to himself, pricking his ears forward as his tongue once again slid from his mouth to lick at the top of his muzzle, just to have the deep crimson blood fade away.
Now, now.. He wasn't joking anyone! The clan knew good and well of his cannibalistic ways, cat flesh was just about the only thing he ever ate now adays.. Listing a paw he licking it before running it down his face. Hypocrisy didn't even bother on clean the blood away from his other forepaw, mainly out of lazyness.
Stretching curtly he slowly took the time to glance away with narrowing eyes, "So sad... Though I regretfully am beginning to refuse on my decision to go back to camp." He mused to himself in that all to annoyingly calm voice.
Slowly he sat down, glancing at his pelt. "Hm.. Isn't that a turn off to the females.." He chuckled to himself, raising an eyebrow. "Aw.. I know better then to let myself stay like this." He scolded to himself, gently beginning to lap at his knotted and dirt-caked fur through those occasional chuckles.
Boy was this a good piece of work, it was a rare occasion to see Hypocrisy doing such a thing as this. Normally he'd go off and kill himself other then taking the time to clean his pelt.. But.. There was the sense of.. Hm.. Lust kicking back in.
The tom swiftly shook his head, his ears swiftly laying back against his head. He couldn't go back to camp like that.. Though he'd be sure to find something to settle his needs later. But the question was... Where was he to find the pretty face of a young she-cat?
The toms ears drooped ore' head as he moved on from his flank to lick at his long and pitch black pelt.. "Jumping in a river would be so much easier then this.." He grumbled under his breath, frowning in annoyance. There was that side of him showing just how lazy and young he still was.
The tom, actually, was just old enough to be in that mature state.. Just far enough to take things seriously.. And when I say all of these I basically mean the age of twenty-three moons and that alone.
Groaning softly Hypocrisy felt that sense of pride once he finished up with his thin pelt. "Thank God.." He grumbled under his breath, raising an eyebrow as he looked himself over. Boy wasn't that an appearance change?
Other then the dirty and blood covered pelt he normally had there was a shiny white and black pelt.. Haha!! He was sure he would get lucky with a she-cat later.. Especially if he ran into them looking like this.
Yep, that was what all of this was for. The pelt cleaning was just for a she-cat. It was just about the only time he took the time to lap away at his pelt.. That time and that time only.
Slowly the young tom began stalking about the Junkyard, passing that dead body of his loner prey.. Again that desperate feeling of want entered him, wanting to feel the cat flesh in his mouth.
He sighed lowly, twitching his ears dismissively at the body. "Yeah.. Whatever.. Just.." The tom trailed off, staring desperately at the body again, "J-J... Just resist Hypocrisy.." He breathed desperately, stuttering the first word to his sentence.
"Just keep going.." He urged to himself, forcing himself to take another step away from the body. "Oh hell, forget it! Just.. J-Just.." His whiskers twitching with anxiety, breaking out into a full run until he was away from the body.
"I'll.. Catch something later.." He growled to himself, his bushed out tail slowly sleeking back down as he regained his cool composure and calmness of his main personality.
Hypocrisy blinked slowly, slightly smirking. "I've taken so many lives.. I'm probably better off dead.." He mumbled, recalling the putrid and terrified look on his loner preys face. "HA! Who am I kidding!? I'm loving it here!!" He laughed cruelly, practically laughing harder when he recalled the loner begging him for her life.
Slowly he recalled the chat he had had with the others before slightly shuddering. He couldn't stand being over crowded by cats, it made him uneasy and.. For some reason, always had.. Though as the 'soon-to-be' leader, he knew he had to get used to it.
