Pilfering from a Phoenix (Chelle)

by **Lingo** November 8th 2015, 7:41 pm

A finger hovered precariously close to a watering blue eye. Slowly, the finger lowered a contact lense onto the wet surface. The eye blinked, the contact lense realigning itself. The blue eye now yellow, with a slit pupil. A glove was pulled over the hand, it's tips adorned with shiny claws. A leather pair of cat ears were pulled down onto brown hair, and a pair of slightly darker brown goggles fastened around a face, the ears and goggles interlocking in the shape of an upside down T at the back of his head. Tomcat lifted his head, and rolled his neck, a gentle crack whispering from his joints.

Tomcat, the cat burglar, looked at his mark. The huge glass structure, housing over 300 people. Trevalon Towers. Not fire escape, completely smooth, unclimbable walls. Why was he here you might ask? Apartment 278. He had some richer types who walked into the diner, probably by accident because the did they did a 180 after about 15 seconds and left, but he heard them mention it's owner had been gone for like 2 weeks. And from the way their were dressed, there was only one place their type would live. It's design was near flawless, almost completely impenetrable. It would take every ounce and every fraction of his subterfuge and agility to get in and the break into his mark. He ran his fingers along the rope tied around his thigh. He took a deep breath.

His clawed finger pushed a button. After a few seconds, a female's voice spoke. "Yeah? Who is there?" Tomcat cleared his throat and spoke. "Yeah, hi, I'm new to the building and I forgot my key - could you buzz me in?" "Oh, of course, welcome to the building!" "Thanks a bunch!" There was a delay and then a high pitched beep. He grinned. The glass security door popped open an inch, and Tomcat pushed it open further with two fingers. He walked through the reception. He could feel stares. His leather ears and goggles didn't exactly make him appear inconspicuous. But he remembered what his brother taught him - the best way to blend in isn't a disguise or a hiding spot; it's to act like you belong. He shameless walked through the lobby to the elevators, and got in without interuption from security.

Elevator music for 26 entire seconds. He took the time to check his make-up in the shiny reflective metal inside the lift. The cat nose and whiskers looked unsmudged. He licked his lips slightly, scratched a small peice of dirt from his goggles' lense and tightened the buckle at the back of his head. Ding. The doors pulled apart, and Tomcat quietly walked out. It was late, most of the Bluebloods who lived here were either sleeping or about to be so he didn't have to worry about being disturbed. He skipped down the hallway, dragging his nails along the painted walls. He came to an abrupt halt infront of the door labelled 278. He reached into his back pocket and removed two, thin metal spikes.

He began to part his legs, spreading them gently down until he was in a perfect split, eye level with the lock. He stabbed the two spikes into it, and twisted. Bounced. Pushed, yanked, pulled and tapped. After a few seconds the lock purred with a distinctive click, Tomcat licked his lips before reaching up twisting the handle gently and falling forward, pushing it open with his body, his nose touching the floor. He slowly pushed his legs back together and got back to his feet in a single fluid motion. "Easy peasy."

He sauntered into the room, span on the spot and gently slammed the door shut with two fingers. "Time to get rich quick...!" He turned, licking his lips once more. His cat burglar senses wet off, immediately pin pointing the usual storing places of anything worth a shred of wealth.

by **Chellizard** November 8th 2015, 7:59 pm

The heart of Chicago was bustling with life. Among the side walks were many individuals, making their claims of the day. Coffee for lunch, breakfast, dinner. A quick snack from a vendor on the corner. But, none of this is important.

A dull shadow was spotted in the sky hovering above the windy city. Stark nude, a male figure could be made out by anyone with binoculars or a telescope curious enough to look to the sky in the middle of the night. The clouds clinging to the inky sky made it hard to enjoy the sky, anyway, so Malus was not risking anything. No. He was making his way home. Lucky for him, his condo was paid for the year prior to his capture.

Just hours prior, Malus had been stuffed into a box in the form of ashes. He despised his phoenix half. Sighing, the wind gave him chills, forming goose pimples across his tanned skin.

Flying in quickly, his massive red wings tipped in gold made a loud rustling noise as he almost crashed onto the balcony of his apartment. He clutched his side, gasping for breath. He had over exerted himself in order to fly all the way from New York to Chicago. He just wanted to lie in his bed and cry. Part of him understood why he was captured, but the other part of him did not. Pushing the sliding glass door, he realized he had left it locked. Annoyed at this, a long talon formed on his index finger. He slid it, almost carelessly, into the lock mechanism of the door. Breaking into his own apartment seemed futile, but he had to do it.

The talon completely shredded the lock, so he made a mental note to break a key off in it later. He still had no idea why this floor would even have locks on their balcony doors. It made no sense. Maybe it was precaution for the metahumans like him.

Thinking it over, he just sighed as the door gave way. His whole form ached over, and it was seemingly smoking. His muscles were frail, and he looked sickly. He looked like a bag of bones, his muscles so deteriorated. He was alike to a holocaust survivor at this point, and he felt disgusting.

Maybe that was his royal side speaking, but he was certainly not feeling his regular, handsome self.

Finally inside of his bedroom, he took a short walk toward his bathroom, but stopped when he noticed his jewelry box was not in place. That was given to him by the old man. It was precious to him. Why was it gone? Mustering up his strength, he spoke aloud.

"Whoever the hell is in here... just know that I am not in the mood." His voice was deep, trembling. He did not sound too intimidating in his weakened state, but he was surely scary looking at this moment in time. Glancing at himself in the mirror made him feign away in disgust, again. He was not happy with how he looked right now.

by **Lingo** November 10th 2015, 12:04 pm

Like a kitty in a milk store, Tomcat basically danced through the space of the apartment. His claws scraped along a desk, until they met with a wooden jewellery box. Flicking it open, his lips curled into a sharp grin. He extended his fingers, sliding several dozen rings onto each finger. "Looks like I hit the jackpot." He removed three necklaces and put each of them over his head, before tipping the jewellery box onto it's back. Skipping across the room, as he passed through the kitchen area, his claws scratched along the fridge's door. He paused.

Skipping backwards by some miracle of gymnastics, he turned and slid down onto his knees. He frantically rearranged the fridge magnets, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. When he was done, he rolled onto his back, threw his legs behind him and tumbled back onto his feet. "Ta-daa!" He flicked both arms out to the side like their was an applause before glancing at his handy work and carrying on his way. The colourful letters on the fridge were now arranged to a much more entertaining message.

T I T T Y T W I S T E R

Strutting down another hallway with pictures along the wall. Tomcat lifted each and tossed them against the opposite wall one by one, creating satisfying smashes and shards with every cascade. When he reached the last one, he looked at it and blinked. Some grey skinned girl with horns. Rich people art was weird. He kissed the picture, flicking his right leg upwards as if it were true love. "M'WAH" before throwing it into the air and roundhousing it down the hallway. He reached a bedroom. In and he saw a safe, sitting in the corner on the other side of the bed.

Taking a running start, he leapt, tucked into a mid air roll, touched down on the bed and jumped once again - carefully landing on his knees infront of the safe. Slowly dragging one of his claws down the safe in a serpentine pattern, he leant his cheek on it and put the other hand on top of it. "Oh baby, it's all right..." He slowly moved the finger down towards it's twistable knob. "I'll be gentle - it's your first time..." He awkwardly slid his body down further until his ear pressed against the metallic door. He placed his thumb on the dial as well, and gently began turning it. "I'll take it reaaallll slow for you." It clicked. He twisted the dial in the opposite direction, a little faster. "And then we pick up the pace." It clicked again. He circled the dial around quickly, stopping when it clicked a final time. "You're almost there, you're almost at the' He swung the safe's door open 'Climaaaaaaaax." He laughed and reached into the steel chamber, which contained a brown envelope.

He could tell from it's texture, it's weight, it's smell - it had money in it. Happily sliding it into his back pocket, the kitty kicked the safe door backwards, off it's hinges, and went to make his way from the room. He dragged his razor nails along the wallpaper on his way out, creating 4 parrael slices. When he reached the main living area with the jewellery box again, he took a moment to admire the view through the glass doors which lead to the beautiful balcony. He squinted. Hard. He could see something, flying towards the apartment. It took him a few seconds but he identified that it was definitely coming for the apartment, and it was coming quite fast. He made the most of the knowledge that it couldn't see him through the darkness of the apartment and hid.

He leapt into the air, and put his feet against a wall and his hands against the wall opposite. He held himself in place, planking right above the door of the Balcony, where he'd be out of sight if somewhere were to walk in. He heard a rattling. A lock? This high up? He'd have to make note of this. The door swung open, and a man walked in. Red and golden wings on his back. Tomcat blinked. They seemed mad, which was understandable. They demanded to know who was there. Tomcat didn't move or answer. They'd be gone for two weeks; for all they know, this place was burgled days ago. He just had to wait for a chance to make it to the door. They have actual wings and they're naked. What a weirdo.

by **Chellizard** November 10th 2015, 3:52 pm

Malus crossed his bedroom, almost tripping, and opened a panel up on the wall. He placed his hand across a specialized monitor, where it read his palm. A few short beeps resonated through the apartment before a computerized voice announced something that would put the fear of God into anyone robbing a home.

Lock down mode initiated, Master Malus.

Large steel panels slid neatly over each window and door to the outside of the apartment. He was really glad he had splurged for this condo. He had almost settled for one with a standard alarm system. He had no idea he would be the target for theft, however. Maybe it was one of his mother's associates, or even Alice and her gang... Nah. They were long dead. He had outlived them easily.

Peeling away from the panel, he slipped his hand to grab hold of a handle on his dresser. He slid it open, revealing neat rows of clothes. They were in a perfect patterned assembly. He had a minor obsessive compulsive disorder... everything needed to be neat. He grabbed for a pair of boxers and peeled them onto his body. Steam, or was it smoke, rose from his body as his muscles kept repairing themselves. He was almost back to his former glory.

He then opened another drawer and found himself a pair of pants. Peeling them on as well, he was now a bit more comfortable. Clearing his throat, he walked back out toward the kitchen, taking the short hallway there. He noticed the fridge magnets, but ignored them as he opened the ice box. He produced a bottle of water and opened it, pouring it into his mouth. He gulped it down and then shut the fridge in the act of him suddenly having an epiphany.

The magnets read 'TITTY TWISTER.'

"Titty twister? How immature are burglers these days?" scoffing, he finished the bottle and tossed it into the recycling.

He knew someone was still in his home, but he also knew that they were cornered like a scared cat... and Malus was the bird of prey looking for a meal.

by **Lingo** November 10th 2015, 4:22 pm

Tomcat's elbows began to shake. He wouldn't keep this pose up much longer. He closed his eyes and concentrated on ignoring his joints. He realigned his hands to stop them slipping. He just had to wait for a chance; and a chance he was given. The winged man strode through his apartment towards the bedroom. Tomcat silently let his grip fail and slid down from the roof onto his feet. He put one hand on the floor when he landed in order to keep his balance. He could feel this heart pounding. This was terribly exciting! He could be captured! Killed even! Haha! Rising from the floor, he slicked his hair back and began walking to the door. Before he could reach it his ears perked up and he silently gasped. Metallic sheets slid over the door and the windows and cast the room into pitch black. His heart beat harder. This is fun.

The darkness allowed him to use his other senses to a better degree and he heard the person step on a shard of glass in the hallway. He moved fast, and managed to conceal himself behind one of the curtains of the balcony. He pressed his body firm against the wall, held his feet sideways so the didn't peek out, and inhaled, making himself as flat as he physically could. He used a combination fo his hearing and the mental map of the aprtment he'd drawn in order to pin point the birdy man's location. A cat and bird trapped, several dozen stories above the ground in a metallic box - who would come out the victor, only time would tell. The fridge opened.

When he heard the feathery man call him immature, Tomcat grinned at his handywork. He liked it being noticed. Although being noticed right now might not be the best thing. He looked to his gloved hand, and using his index finger and his thumb, took the razor nail off the middle one and held it in his hand. He sucked in once again and resumed patiently waiting for another chance to move. All he needed to do was wait for his oppurtunity to knock the man unconscious and unlock the security system and he was home free. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Right? Right. ... Right.

by **Chellizard** November 12th 2015, 3:04 am

Sighing, Malus looked down, his body being bathed in the LED light from his refrigerator. He finally noticed a bit of blood pooling around of his feet. Being in his weakened state, his skin was not as tough as it normally was. He was bleeding. Lifting his foot up and twisting his leg around to see the bottom of his foot, he saw glass.

When had he stepped on that? Matter of fact, what was broken? He hadn't paid enough attention to his apartment's surroundings. He counted in his head, to thirty. It had been roughly thirty seconds since he had triggered the security, so it was only soon that the lights would come on. As soon as he hit three, the lights came on. Grinning for a moment, he was ready to catch the robber. However, as the lights came on, he realized what a mess there was around of his apartment.

"You... asshole," he said aloud, making sure his voice carried throughout the apartment.

He peeled the pieces of glass from his feet and washed the blood away. His skin was almost back to normal, his muscular form as well. He felt much better now, but was still not at his full potential. He felt more human like at this moment - as in, he looked like his normal self, but he had none of his strengths and powers.

Turning, he opened the supply closet and started to gather some things to clean up the mess that was made. He was completely on guard, but there was one problem in this moment - his obsessive compulsive disorder. He needed order. Structure. His apartment was a complete wreck. He couldn't live in a home, or be in a place for too long, with it looking this disgusting. He put on a pair of yellow cleaning gloves, grabbed a bucket, a mop, and a broom. He started to clean.

As he cleaned, he whistled, a mighty catchy tune. He then sang a little bit, making up lyrics as he went.

"I know we got bad blood... and you're gonna bleed your blood... on my carpet... then I'll clean it. Ya fuckin cat burgler." He muttered, losing the lyrics part the way through. The song he was butchering the lyrics too was quite catchy, a classic now. He went back to whistling as he picked up the painting of his mother in her demonic form. The gray skinned woman with horns, and crazy red eyes. Dear ol' mom.

Sighing for the millionth time, Malus finally felt his last nerve get crushed. No one messed with his family, even if it was indirect, and likely not intentional. But, someone was in here with him. He could just smell the difference in the air.

His knees made a few cracking noises as he stood back upright from his previous crouched position. He took the magnets from the fridge and stuck the painting there, using a few T's , a Y and a W to hold it into place. He then selected a fish scaling knife from the wall and walked toward the living room.

"Come on, I know you're in here. There's no way you could have moved too far without me seeing ya... The open floor plan and all that." he said, taunting his guest out.

by **Lingo** November 12th 2015, 6:14 pm

When the lights turned on, Tomcat nearly gasped. The curtains were thick enough that his silhouette wouldn't be seen through it but still, the cat preferred the dark. The longer this game went on it felt more and more as if it could only end with a direct confrontation. The man called him an asshole and a smirk flourished across his skin. He'd been a bad kitty and done a bit more than pluck at the carpet. He could hear some debris shuffling as the man moved. He waited, and once again used the mental map of the room he'd drawn to pin point him. Without hesitation, he moved like a ghost. He slid himself into the hallway which lead out of the building, around the corner from the winged man.

Tomcat looked down to his palm, the razor nail resting happily in it's centre. He reached up and tightened his ears and goggles, before rolling his neck. Looks like he had to prove that cats do indeed have claws. And they are very good with them. He peered around the corner and saw the man with the bright red wings walking closer to the centre of the room. The cat burglar lowered his stance, and nearly scuttled across the floor - past the man, before rising infront of him abrutly.

Exagerating his english accent he exclaimed "'Ello!" before thrusting his fingers forward in a flick.
Tomcat would aim to flick the razor nail in his hand directly at the man's eye - and whether hands went up to block it or he staggered from being hit in the eye, his knee would follow up without mercy, aiming to strike the birdy in the balls and then a final attack to finish the combo, he'd try to slash his elbows down onto the man's head. When it came to catfights, Tomcat always came out on top.

by **Chellizard** December 2nd 2015, 3:41 am

"RAH!" Malus shouted, followed by a guttural groan as a knee was sent directly into his groin. It did him no real harm, but the sudden pressure sent pain racing to his brain. He was roughly seventy percent back to his tougher self, and looked much better than when he first arrived in the apartment. But now his eye was bloody, a trickle of blood seeping down his cheek. The claw had cut him right in the outer corner of his eye, slashing against the crease of his eye lid.

Already disoriented, the added slam of elbows into his shoulders had him doubling over in pain. He coughed out and whimpered. "Why me?!" he bellowed, his heart wrenching from the sudden pain. He knew there was someone in here, but he had no idea they were going to do this.

Now on the floor, Malus looked up to see a glimpse of a pair of goggles and adorable cat ears. What the..? Coughing a bit more, Malus wiped the blood from his cheek and staggered back to his feet. His wings were ruffled now, and his veins seemed to glow red hot. His eyes went from gorgeous melting auburn to molten lava red in a mere blink of an eye. Fire started to manifest in the shape of a crown around of his head. The heat made his hair billow a bit in the wind caused by the flames.

Claws grew upon his hands, and talons upon his toes. She huffed, his chest rising and falling dramatically with anger.

"You come into MY HOUSE? You come into my SANCTUARY?" Seething now, Malus caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and was shocked. He was so shocked the fire was extinguished immediately and he stood there, the apartment now dark again.

by **Lingo** December 2nd 2015, 10:58 pm

His feral feline assault had been successful. It cried why me and Tomcat rolled his neck into a crack. "Because you locked the door." However just as he went to grab the birdy into a headlock, it's eyes began glowing red and his veins pulsated like they were filled with fire. Tomcat staggered backwards and tripped over a small peice of debris and landed flat on his ass.

"Fuck!"

Looking up to the figure from the floor he blinked. A fiery crown swirled into form around his head, and claws grew from his finger tips and Tomcat bared his own against the floor. An amber light filled the room, eminating from the burning angel before him.

He had no idea what he was trying to steal from or what it was capable of. What it would or could do to him. Tomcat pounced upwards and landed on his feet, crouching down again in a more battle friendly pose, claws at the ready. Was he really gonna do this? Fight this random burning creature with a crown of flame in exchange for some money, jewels and possibly his lives? You're fucking right he was!

The clawed, winged man began roaring about how Tomcat dared to enter his home. He opened his lips, grit his teeth and let out a primal sounding hiss in return. "Yeah, I do dare!" He very muched liked it when he got to be a vicious kitty. Temporarily lowering his aggressive stance he wiggled his fingers, several rings on each and with necklaces coiled around his throat. "And I'm keeping these. " He laughed, and got ready to leap forward, possibly to his death! However, he heard the figure gasp and suddenly the fires died down.

He put both his hands onto the floor, moved forward using his legs before standing upright again. He tilted his head. All that flare and no fist? Bark and no bite? He grinned, and suddenly remembered the knife in his hand and moved quickly to kick it out of his hand. If he did, he'd lower his foot back to the ground and crouch down to look the man in the eye through the dark; his one contact lense glowing faintly. "Now Hot Stuff, unlock the doors.' He wiggled the fingers on the hand that was missing a claw. 'Before the cat eats the birdy."

His heart was pounding. What had he just seen? Was that a meta-human? He'd only ever seen powers once in person and that was over a year ago. He could feel the heat of his crown from several feet away. Could he do more with fire? Imagine being hit by it, it would hurt. Tomcat dismissed Paul's thoughts and remained calm, keeping his composure. He was the top cat here. He had to stay that way.

by **Chellizard** December 7th 2015, 7:14 pm

His hand fell slack, the knife clamoring to the ground as he staggered backward. All the comments this silly feline had fell on deaf ears as Malus' body fell into his plush couch. He heaved a heavy sigh and let his eyes roll around in their sockets, annoying at the entire situation.

"Look. You can be whatever you want, eat whatever you want - but I'm not letting you out until you hand over my valuables. They're mine. Not yours. If you want cash to get your own, I can make you a deal." Malus started, speaking calmly down as he locked eyes with the man perched on all fours. His predatory stance, albeit cute, was a bit annoying. The man was obviously putting on a show.

"I'm not interested in playing this little tiny toon game. I want you to leave, and in order for you to leave peacefully, you'll have to give back my stuff." Malus repeated his initial offer, the whole freedom in exchange for her jewelry.

Malus' head was aflame again, the crown popping back up around of his noggin. He quite liked his crown, but it was all for show - at least for now.

Shirtless, and quite annoyed still, Malus rose up from his spot, his back cracking as he did. The sound of each pop was muted due to the home being in lock-down. Sound proof, this apartment was quite special.

"So, are we going to discuss this like men or animals?" Raising a brow, the set of crimson wings on his back ruffled before settling behind of him.

by **Lingo** December 28th 2015, 1:19 pm

Tomcat's head tilted. He scuttled backwards, until the heat from the flaming crown was less intense and rose back onto two feet. He resumed waggling his bejewelled fingers. If his ears were real they'd currently be folding in confusion. "Make a deal...?"

He raised an eyebrow, before blinking.

"You're going to buy the stuff I am stealing back from me?" The cat let out a giggle, peeling one of the rings off and holding it between two claws. It had a flawless Topaz lodged in it. He'd always liked Topaz. It was his favourite jewel. No idea why. It probably reminded him of his mother's eyes, or the fireplace of home. Oh no, wait he knew! It reminded him of goldfish. Blub blub. He smiled before looking back at the man with the head which swirled with fire."I'm game with you buying back the stuff that I currently plan on sticking to my walls at home like trophies." He put the ring back on. This guy was either a genius or very, very stupid.

Funny, people usually thought that when speaking to Tomcat.

"As to whether or not we discuss this like men or animals...' He let out an almost inhuman purr and rolled his neck. 'What's wrong with a little bit of both, sweetheart?" A chuckle followed, before he lowered himself down once more, the tips of his claws touching the ground. "I don't care what each is actually worth individually. One thousand. Each. And I keep the pretty one with the Topaz." He tilted his head to the right and his tongue licked his lips. "That's my offer. Take it or leave it."

The stance and poses were all mind games. It's hard to negotiate effectively against someone who you're not sure if you should speak to like a person or rub two fingers together while going 'psh psh psh psh'. It also gave him a better view of the birdy's body.

by **Chellizard** January 17th 2016, 3:08 am

Malus physically slapped himself in the face. His palm wiped downward as he tilted his head back, a deep groan escaping him as this imbecile spoke.

"You're an idiot - cute, but an idiot. You give me my stuff - for free - for your release from here. The security system will only open to my password and a few other things I'm not saying. So, you can either: A - give me my stuff. Or B - stay stuck in here with me forever. Lucky for you, if I die, I can be reborn. And cats only have nine lives," he said, a few embers flying from his crown and disappearing in a whisper above his head.

Malus flexed his muscle absentmindedly, stretching his wings a bit as he sighed. He then took a few steps backward and plopped down onto his couch, his left leg rising to let his ankle hook over his right knee. He sat like this, relaxing with his hand resting behind of his head. His smoldering auburn eyes stared down at Tomcat as he lingered low to the ground.

"We could always talk about other trades. I just really want my stuff back. A lot of it is old and sentimental." He said, but then realized Tomcat had mentioned only wanting the Topaz one. It was just costume jewelry he had gotten from a thrift shop in Japan. Was it real? He had no idea on that one - but the rings, especially the one from his mother, were the most important things to him.

by **Lingo** January 20th 2016, 6:42 pm

When the man sat down, Tomcat narrowed his eyes and fell backwards in his crouch, plopping straight onto his ass. He brushed his paws together, causing the rings to clink. Awww, he thinks I'm cute. Tomcat's face perked up slightly, while his eyes looked around himself, at the mess he'd made in the apartment and remembered how annoyed the guy got whenever he saw it. He decided, as if it were a ball of yarn, to continue unraveling that particular nerve.

"Wow, your house is a mess.'

He picked up a piece of glass and tossed it away to the side.

'You should tidy it more."

Re-listening to what the man had said in his head, Tomcat swished his legs around and rose up onto his knees. "You said, and I'm gonna quote this cause I was listening extra hard with my cat ears. 'They're mine. Not yours. If you want cash to get your own, I can make you a deal.' You lied about them being yours. Finders Keepers and all that, but, I'm mighty curious, I am' He lifted himself back onto his feet briefly before falling back onto his butt. 'What's this here deal you done do be talkin' about?" he began using a babyish language and tapped the tips of his feet against one another.

He didn't want money to buy his own. He didn't even spend money, just collected it, but he really wanted to know what kind of deal this winged man was thinking.

He was well aware what curiousity could do to cats.

But he knew what effects satisfaction had too.

"This better be good or I'm gonna swallow every single one of 'em."
His lips split and revealed a toothish grin. His cat eye winked.

by **Chellizard** January 20th 2016, 7:04 pm

Frustrated, he rose up and flailed his arms out, flexing his muscles at the same time.

"I KNOW! that my apartment is a mess! It's YOUR doing!" Fire erupted around of him, making a few burn marks on the ceiling and walls. Just little singe marks, though, nothing major.

As soon as Tomcat clicked his toes together, Malus had had enough! He lunged forward, meaning to tackle the male. Malus' wings flared open, the feathers making a faint swoosh noise as he swooped down onto the feline.

"No more deals! No more offers. Give me back my stuff! Thieves are a waste of space! You're a waste of oxygen!" Malus' fire crown was fully ablaze now. His usual auburn hues were lit with even more red tones now. Fire literally pumped through his whole body as he went to grab for Tomcat's arms and pin him there whilst straddling his waist.

This situation could be quite adorable - and almost play like - if Malus weren't actually furious at this point.

by **Lingo** January 22nd 2016, 5:46 pm

The lenses of Tomcat's goggles flashed orange when fire erupted from the man. He tensed and was about to strike, stabbing his claws into the abdomen but before he could, the bird man lunged and pinned him down under his weight, arms held to the floor. He began spitting some truly rude words, if Tomcat had feelings they would probably be hurt right now. The man's hands were hot. Like microwaved plate hot.

"Ow.' A smug grin curled across his lips. 'Usually when a shirtless man jumps on top of me he's bought me dinner first." His eyebrows popped upwards briefly 'is this the part where we have a catfight?"

Tomcat kicked his legs, and tried to lift his arms off the floor but the man's strength was not represented by his body. Trying to lift his waist and bump the man off him, he couldn't move it, pinned to the floor.

"Wow, you're deceptively heavy' He looked at the crown. 'and on fire."

Grunting a little, his heart pounding, Tomcat closed his hands into fists.

His lips turned into a cocky grin, not a smidgen of fear on his painted features.

"So what you gonna do bird boy? Kill me? I don't think you've got the hairballs."

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