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Post by Killian Cruz on Oct 20, 2017 0:25:18 GMT
Having so much freedom it was hard to keep any specific direction. This would make for about three weeks or maybe closing in on a month since he had slipped out from beneath the boss’s fingertips. To say he wasn’t enjoying himself would be an understatement. The freedom only made him thirst for more of it and stuck an indefinite notch of never returning. Not that he had planned on it anyways. Djinn was out here after all and he couldn’t spend time with him if he was trapped in a world of damnation or maybe he could just not in the way he wished to. Aside from that, he was tired of doing what he was told. The fairy had awoken a more rebellious side of him and it was one that was no longer willing to keep his head low and mouth shut.
It also meant with this new found freedom that liquor was far tastier…
He felt light and incredibly warm from the whiskey he had previously consumed. It also was probably why he had such a determination to reach his goal. A new type of fire was lit in him and that was what had set him off on his journey. In his life, he had only met a couple handfuls of cats but only two have truly left any kind of impression on him. Of course his bond-mate, Lucia and then there was another black jaguar named Carjen. The man was like a fine wine that had a very eccentric taste – not that he had gotten the chance to taste him, however, just in his behavior, he could tell he was a man that didn’t let go easily. This only set about a challenge that at the time Killian hadn’t been sure he wanted to accept and even know he was unsure but that didn’t stop the rambunctious urge to seek him out.
It was true he was sure that the cat would likely disapprove of the fact he was a bit intoxicated but it didn’t hinder his ability to track down the castle and making his way to find the perfect entry. Just from the smell of it, he knew the older cat wasn’t making up stories of having several other werebeasts around. He could smell them. Some delightful and yet others not so much. The one that did stick out to him though was the exact cat he was looking for. Ambling over to the wall, he tilts his head upwards and spotted a balcony. Those were one of his favorite ways of entry. Not only did it mean someone was probably likely on the other side of said entryway but it also meant he could for a moment play ‘sneaky assassin’…. And climbing was definitely one of his favorite pastimes. It was hard to stay planted on the ground when even your head was high in the sky.
The liquor made climbing a little harder than he anticipated though but likely it wasn’t too high up. He didn’t quite make it to the balcony unfortunately but he found a window he could slide through. Hoisting himself up onto the ledge of the window after a few slips, near let go’s, and possible thoughts of giving up – he sighed with relief. The ground would definitely hurt if he had fallen. Squeezing his eyes a little he slipped off the ledge and planted his feet to the floor under him. From what he could see the castle was immaculate in that single room alone. It was very unfortunate though no one was in there. However he had made no qualms about it, he would explore this beauty of a castle and find the older cat hopefully with ease. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets he headed for the door pulled it open and strolled down the halls.
He swayed a little though and didn’t walk nearly as straight as he thought he was but at least he hadn’t run into anything … or a wall… The scent he trailed after though was bringing him closer until finally spying what he hoped was the right form in front of him. ”Carjen, don’t ask how I got in here, but your place is beautiful.” His head tipped backward. Hopefully, the older cat knew that he was truly harmless. ”By the way you should keep your windows closed.” he pointed out. ”People can get in that way.” He playfully smile before patting him on the shoulder a couple good times. ”Hopefully not intruding. I just wanted to see this beautiful castle you promised me!” Carjen Brando
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Post by Carjen Brando on Oct 22, 2017 1:36:11 GMT
Looking up from his book Carjen seemed unimpressed, as he always did, the picture of stoicism that one could expect from a rich lord within the confines of his own castle. He probably should’ve been more startled, an intruder in his home, where were his guards? What happened to the men in the watch tower? But honestly, he was apathetic. One of his servant boys, Kalyen, had a tendency to let in strangers without consulting him first. As far as he was aware, Killian could’ve walked through the front door, Kalyen was a wolf shifter from a pack that had eventually disowned him because he was born deformed, he was used to a life of comradery and companionship. He trusted everyone and did so with ease, it was just something they were still working on with him, Carjen’s prickly tendency toward distrust having yet to rub off on the young boy. But the panther had to quirk an eyebrow as his companion talked. Don’t ask usually meant you really should probably inquire so, carefully, with that serpentine grace one would expect from a cat of his stature, he slammed his book closed and deposited it on a table nearby.
“Now you have me curious Killian. Only the windows on the second story are even capable of being opened…” He trailed off casually, really trying to convey how unbothered he was by the other cat’s appearance in the castle. It was a bit of a power play really, he was supposed to be surprised, supposed to be shocked or offended, but he would not be lured out so easily, so he fought against it, dug in his heels and hissed back. Rolling his shoulders, Carjen stood from where he was sitting beside the light of a dying candle. With a wave of his hand he put the fire out, bathing them in darkness, but he had a feeling that Killian would have no trouble still seeing him, and he was rewarded with a rough patting of his shoulder. He grinned though he stilted it slightly as though it pained him to do so, it didn’t, he was happy to see the other shifter again, was worried the shorter man had forgotten about him, but he had to keep up his mask of indifference, and lightly brushed his shoulder off with his free hand as though offended by the other shifter’s touch. Playing hard to get like he always did.
“Helping yourself to it I see.” He paused, as though weighing something in his mind. But he seemed to come to a decision shortly. “Well come on then, since you’re already here might as well show you around. Would be a waste of a visit otherwise.”
He gestured to the room in which they stood, waving at it dismissively with his hand.
“This is my library, where I usually retire to get away from people.” He paused, noticing something about the other man in a sudden moment of clarity. He reached out to steady him on his feet. “Perhaps you’d like to see the wine cellar next? Am I just another stop in your nightly rounds? I hope you’d give me more thought than that dear Killian.”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Oct 22, 2017 18:03:24 GMT
The younger cat stared at the older one as he slammed his book shut he had been reading and then put it down. When he spoke the younger feline merely just gave him a sheepish expression. ”Climbing is my favorite pastime?” It was surely no excuse but at the same time the other male seemed unbothered so he took that as a good sign. He stood perfectly compliant though to whatever it was that Carjen may want to do and apparently that meant making the room dark. He perked only a little bit at the sudden change. What could he possibly be up to? Eyes were quick to adjust to the shadows spying Carjen still standing but now with a grin on his face. He mirrored it. It seemed the older cat liked to play games after all.
”Well you promised and had yet to deliver upon that promise.” he said coolly. As he parted his lips about to speak again, Carjen did instead. Grinning he followed after him strolling with a smooth stride. ”Wouldn’t want a perfect opportunity to be waste, no.” he said agreeing. ”Besides I wanted to see how you were aside from your magnificent castle.” he purred. He moved up close to the side of the older male as his eyes shifted toward the direction he waved off. His head tipped. Was he not proud of his beautiful home? Or was he attempting to cover it up as to not seem too pretentious. It was then that Carjen completely focused on him suddenly. He must had been swaying even though he was completely focused on the library as the larger cat called it. Blinking a few times at the sudden stabilization, he listened to his words. ”Nonsense.” he said. He lift his hand and stuck it atop his companions arm giving it a small squeeze. ”You are a hard one to forget Mr. Brando. You are not just a fleeting thought, I assure you.” He nodded his head. The drinking had little to do with coming and visiting his newly found friend. If anything it was more of a celebratory drink that he indulged in. ”I’m free.” he whispered though there was no point in whispering as there was no one there to hear their conversation…. Let alone Carjen exactly know what he was talking about.
”I can go where I please now and not be confined within just the city. I wanted to visit you because you were kind to me and I consider you a friend.” He stepped in towards the male cat though his hand sliding up his arm a hands width away from being directly into his body. ”And with the short abrupt ending of our last meeting and no longer having a time limit… I can stick around longer.” Or at least until his roaming mind got the better of him and he ended up wherever else his feet took him. ”Have I offended you somehow… Carjen?” he asked quietly allowing his eyes for a moment to drop and then impishly peer up at him submissively. His tone suggested that he was using him and that weren’t the case. The older male left an impression and he wanted to see how he was aside from promises of a castle.
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Post by Carjen Brando on Nov 5, 2017 0:19:13 GMT
“Not yet.” Carjen responded, in what seemed like a terse tone but for him was actually rather relaxed, almost coy, in a stubborn hard-to-get sort of way. He let his eyes wander around the room, peering into nooks and crannies as though looking for something, but if he really was searching the dark corners for something of note he appeared to not find it and looked back ahead of him again, somewhere over Killian’s shoulder. He didn’t look at the other jaguar, not yet, didn’t seem like he wanted to give him the time of day, but he also didn’t move away from the touch on his bare arm, didn’t flinch or shudder as though he didn’t want it. Instead, he moved into it, putting his own hand on the smaller man’s arm, holding him there. “But we’ll have to see what kind of drunk you are. Hopefully a fun one, come.”
With that, he moved swiftly, stepping around the smaller shifter in a whisper of motion that only a cat could be capable of. He kept his hand on Killian’s arm, pulling him along gently, he lead the way out of the library and into the main hall, which they were at the end of. The hall was long and lined with doors, but despite his promise of a tour, Carjen didn’t stop at any of them or indicate what they were. They were all bedrooms anyway, most of them were empty or at the very least void of creature comforts like mattresses and bed sheets and such, not worth any attention. Instead he lead the way down the hall at a brisk pace, long legs serving him well and his tight leather pants showing every flattering flex of muscle as he moved through the lit space to the very end, where the hall opened up to a large kitchen area.
The hour was late and the night was dark so only a few servants milled around in the kitchens, mostly just sweeping the area and finishing cleaning the cutlery from dinnertime many hours ago. They ignored Carjen and he ignored them as he moved past, hanging a right to a large solid oak door carved out of the stone. He paused, looking back at Killian impishly with a flicker of one eyebrow, before swinging the door open and slowly descending the steep wooden stairs.
“Don’t fall now.” He added coyly, before opening his arms in a showy fashion. “Behold, the wine cellar. I have more than 300 types of wine stored down here from Muscat to Zinfandel, plus some ale and some other stuff for parties and such. But,” and he paused, leading the way to a table in the center of the sprawling cellar’s main room. “The real star of the show is this.”
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a bottle from a wood crate beneath the table. The liquor in it smelled even through the glass and its dark, rich color was clear and warm and inviting in the flickering torch light of the cellar. Without even pausing, Carjen popped the bottle open, his hands deft and sure.
“Let’s make a party out of this, shall we? You get drunk,” He paused to take a long swig of the brandy directly from the bottle, the warm brandy making his pale throat work in the dim light, hard muscles flexing as he moved and tilted his head back. He made a bit of a face as he finished, the brandy burned its way down but he finished with a pleased sigh and a flash of his straight white teeth. “I get drunk.”
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