"But you can call me Whiskers."

[Mythri]

// Cast
Revan, male adult cougar
Whiskers, female adolescent cougar
Malak, male adult cougar
Moonseeker, female adult cougar

// Theater
Cherry Orchard

// Prologue
[OOC] Malak rawrs into the area. Rawr.
[OOC] Whiskers rawrs louder.
[OOC] Revan says, "Shame on you for keeping the female waiting."
[OOC] Whiskers says, "Indeed."
[OOC] Malak shrugs. Hurries for no one.
[OOC] Whiskers wears red bikini, "Really?"
[OOC] Malak changes his policy. Hurries for no one unless she is wearing a bikini. Or she's just really cute.
[OOC] Revan says, "That's always been my policy. Took you long enough."
[OOC] Revan sets?
[OOC] Whiskers is, you're still late.
[OOC] Whiskers waits.
[OOC] Malak says, "It will take at least a new week for this new policy to take effect. Problems with red tape."
[OOC] Revan runs off with Whiskers. "Take your time."
[OOC] Whiskers purrs.
[OOC] Malak shrugs, waits for the next cute cougar in a bikini. Mrow.

// Scene
Now that their conversation has been finished, and all issued and questions related to the canine-lupine hybrid.. /abomination/.. have been settled, Revan has found himself a nice swell in the grassy area to rest on for the remainder of the day. He'll need to recharge after expending so much energy in the pursuit, though it shouldn't take too long. It'll be a nice change from traveling, and perhaps another topic will come up in the meantime that he can discuss with his brother. His claws are extended and he examines them carefully, thick fur ruffling in the occasional breeze.

Conversation? That's something Whiskers hasn't had in some time now. Mainly it's about finding something and killing to have a full stomach, not that she really misses a nice chat with someone. It just doesn't matter to her if she's hungry. This being the same case, the female is out on a hunt, hoping to find food somewhere in this place. She'sbeen walking for a good time now. The scent in the air draw her closer to the area. Her pacing is slow, wary of the surroundings, but even if she knows that it's not a safe place, she still is drawn to it.

The rabbit wasn't much, but it has allows Malak to lie down and rest for a while. He's not sure he wants to move out again immediately. That hybrid will almost certainly be back in the area eventually, and Malak is eager to find the creatures that spawned her. It. He is stretched out, several feel away from Revan, just watching and listening.

His brother might have just wanted to find the parents that spawned such a repulsive creature, but Revan had no qualms about eliminating the offspring, either. Such hideous creatures have no right to live, and shouldn't be partnered with, even for the 'good' cause of eliminating the parents. He and Malak would have, no doubt, found them anyway. And now the beast has escaped. With a soft growl, he continues inspecting his claws. Razor-sharp and trimmed to the exact length he requires of them. Yes, they'll be quite ready to inflict terrible wounds on whatever they find next in need of purging.

The two males in the distance are spotted, new targets maybe, but Whiskers is not stupid enough to try anything foolish with the males around. Instead of attacking ot trying to find some food she can steal from them, the female is more interested in what they are doing here. She knows there is a group of cougars in this place, but certainly not in THIS place. Loners, rogues maybe, it puzzles her. Carefully, the cougaress approaches the pair, not keeping low on the ground so they don't think she's an attacker, instead letting them see her in the distance, but still keeping herhead low enough, always looking at them.

On watch as he is, it does not take Malak long to hear, smell, and then see the nearby female. Well well. Two female cougars in a single day. For more reasons than those that always drive him, this area is beginning to look pleasant. He does not greet her as pleasantly as he greeted the first, though. He pulls his legs in to stand, giving an exaggerated yawn to show off his teeth, before staring plainly in her direction. Just a simple display to show there is no doubt that he considers he, and his brother, currently have controlling interest in this bit of land.

Revan can indeed devote his entire focus on something at any given time, but that's a rare occurrence. He's far more likely to be always spreading his observation and awareness around between his current task and the immediate area. And when the female cougar makes herself known, Revan is quick to notice her, though his immediate and visible reaction is minimal. He'll wait for the subtle sign that Malak has noticed her as well, and then they can decide how to handle the situation. It's not a long wait, and not exactly the subtle sign he was expecting. His brother's response is mimicked with barely a second's delay in between the two felines getting to their feet. Unlike his brother, Revan does not yawn, but simply gazes off toward the distant female. Is she waiting for them? Nervous at their presence? Preparing to run away? He can't tell, at least not from this distance.

So she's got their attention... Good, just like she expected. ONce the female is sure that both males are looking at her, well she continues forward a couple more yards, but soon she stops. Her tail flicking behind her, trying to catch the males' scents in the air. They look rude, the lack of interest makes her wonder why they are here and what they are doing. As the males stand up, the female does the opposite. slowly she gets on her belly, tucking her paws below her chest and returning the 'stare' back at them. Is she waiting? Is she nervous? She surely isn't running away.

Perhaps she should be running away, because, from all indications, Malak is not impressed or pleased. Sure, she lies down nicely, accepting that she could not possibly be any threat to them, but she certainly does not go that extra mile to make sure they will accept her here. Perhaps it's more because he's frustrated over that canine hybrid escaping than because of anything the nearby female has or has not done, but he's not in a mood to be polite. Calling out to her, he says, "Where I come from, you would have introduced yourself to us and asked our permission to remain, girl." And if they are to remain here for any period of time, Malak has every intention of making this place exactly like where he comes from. Perfect.

Revan is quite a bit more amiable toward other cougars than his brother might be, but nonetheless, he's not one to undercut any particular presence that Malak might want to portray. He'd like to tell the female that she's welcome to stay, and she's welcome to come over and join them for some enjoyable company, but he'll wait to see how she responds to the challenge given by his brother. Were it a lesser creature, he might lift a paw to examine his foreclaws again, as such a display of idle boredom always seems to work wonders in unnerving inferior species. But given that it is a she-cougar, he remains standing, motionless, and simply staring across the grasses toward her.

Well, she doesn't care much for how things work back on their place, this is NOT their place now is it? The female allows a smile curl on her lips, her ears perking up at the voice, "Where I come from, normaly males are polite and they are nice enough to introduce themselves to a 'girl'." Even if the meaning may be harsh and she is not pleased by how rude the male is, her voice is sweet and gentle, "But since this is not the place where neither of us come from, I suppose we can set a couple of new rules..." The female rolls to rest on her side, her gaze wanders away, looking at nowhere in particular, just daring them for sure, "How about this... You both let me know you intentions and I willlet you know mine, then I will offer my name to you not expecting anythin in return as introductions concern me."

Malak laughs but there is nothing pleasant in the sound, and he takes a couple deliberate steps towards the girl. This is precisely the kind of thing that has to be put down quickly. He learned, very early on, the whoever is strongest is deserving of the utmost respect. For most of his life that was Vector, but now that they're on their own, he and his brother and definitely tied for the lead. Not some adolescent, mouthy female. "Obviously, you have been misled. The only rules that matter are the ones that can be enforced." He doesn't try to mask the threat in his tone when he speaks.

A regretful thing, the possibility of having to discipline this female. Revan is smoothly angling off to the side in a well-practiced manuever, though he doesn't veer off quite as sharply as he would if they were stalking prey. The female can see what he's doing and prepare according, so Revan limits the distance between he and his brother to a mere couple of yards. Enough to raise the intimidation factor as they approach, but not enough to make the female feel like she's going to have to run. As they get a little closer, Revan can't help but be impressed with the creature in front of them. He'll have to make sure that Malak doesn't get too.. carried away.

Bad attitude, cold words and definitely someone who can can be mistaken for a crazy creature. No wonder why it's only two males together. Heck, Whiskers would be surprised if that daring feline had someone in life to care for. The approaching male is met with her own cold gaze, but she doesn't move away, she doesn't even try to stand up, let him get closer, she's not afraid, "That is a strong word, darling... Even for you. I think you just allowed me to know what your intentions are." The way he is approaching her? Well, you don't need to be a genius to figure that out, she's likely in danger, but she doesn't care, she's having fun.

Oddly enough, it is fun for Malak, too. Exhilarating, enforcing the natural order and imposing his will on those near him for no other reason than because he is the surperior animal. This female's defiance will just make it all the more pleasant when he tears into her flesh to teach her a lesson. He does not speak again. Rather, he simply walks up to the young female, closing the distance between them with no hurry, since the female is not yet fleeing. His expression betrays nothing more than the slightest hint of amusement, of enjoying this potentially deadly game, and just barely that.

Darling? Revan is liking this female cougar more and more. There's something akin to an amused smirk on his muzzle as the large cougar continues walking toward the female. She's a bit smaller than he would have expected.. perhaps still an adolescent. And now that his brother has fallen silent, Revan decides to make himself heard, as so far the female hasn't paid him any attention. "Our intentions toward you would be much different if you were anything other than a cougar," he says smoothly, closing the distance between them as well. He's not intending to angle around so far as to where he's not still more or less in front of her, as he wants her to be able to look at him without too much difficult. Wants to see those pretty eyes, after all. A nasty scar on her face, but that seems to only add a certain amount of... ruggedness to her. "What is your name?"

Closer and closer. Now this time, Whiskers does feel a bit, just a little bit scared, ot perhaps just anxious, can't really tell. A smirk curls on her lips as the male closes the distance between them. She has long forgotten the brother's prescence, her eyes are fixed on Malak, the one with the lust for blood, "This is the part when I should get up and run?" The female says loud enough before resting her head on the ground. Her back arches a enough, stretching on the ground as if she just woke up, so she's not afraid at all, as a matter of fact, she wonders if the male really has the intention of hurting such a pretty gal! Her gaze falls on Revan the moment he speaks, "It's been such a long time since someone called me by my name that I just forgot... But you can call me Whiskers."

Malak has no qualms about hurting any cougar, attractive or otherwise. He does not lust after their blood like the does the blood of other species, but he would not lose any sleep if he were required to kill this female. There are plenty of other females, ones like that Moonseeker. Females who recognize that he is deserving of every ounce of wariness they have in thier bodies. He stops easily within striking distance of the female, and says, "So you do know how to behave. How about the other portion of what you hould have done upon arriving, then?" Otherwise, running might have been a very good idea, even if it is not the path this Whiskers chose to take.

"Whiskers?" Revan echoes, sounding pleased. He's not going to elaborate, but his tone says it all. A nice name to go with a nice form. And even if Malak doesn't like her.. feistiness.. that doesn't have to describe his own feelings, does it? Any female that can stand up to Malak, even briefly, has a touch of boldness that Revan has rarely seen. A pity that it seems she's about to be punished for it. He takes a few steps that narrow his angle, but bring him within a couple feet of the female, making a triangle between the three felines.

She is not behaving, she is merely filling her part of the promise and the set of new rules, the ones she implied in the first place, "Oh please... Like I said before darling, after knowing your intentions I'd gladly offer you my name." Since the male is close enough, at least close enough to swipe a paw at her she is too, with a little stretching of course. Still on her side, the female lazily reaches a paw to. . . Not bat or attack the angry male, instead she lets the backside of her paw rub on his forepaw, "But I suppose you forgot, don't worry, I won't hold it against you." She considers herself evil in her own special way, "So lets see..." The female eyes the other male moving, offering him a flirty smile of course, "Are we gonna fight so you can have a couple of pounds of meat or do I get the pleasure of knowing who you guys are."

She has forgotten already. That doesn't speak well for her intelligence, and the final straw is when she implies he has either forgotten that same deal or forgotten that she gave her name just seconds ago, inulting his own intelligence. The strike comes with little more warning than a brief growl as Malak lashes out with his right forepaw, swiping towards her shoulder or head, his claws mercifully still hidden if for no other reason than that she /is/ a cougar and she did give them her name. It is not fighting, though. It's even more a physical warning than an actual punishment, as immediately after moving, whether the strike connects or not, he reminds her, a hint of a growl still in his tone, "A name /and/ permission to be here was the deal. You've not yet asked for that."

Revan tenses visibly as his brother lashes out, but looks briefly relieved when he realizes that Malak's paws were velveted. He watches Whiskers carefully, ready if she grows defensive to the point of fighting back. "You have my permission to be here," he says in a somewhat good-natured tone, "... but you'll need to get his as well." Heh. Good luck with that. His eyes widen slightly, even mischievously, as though waiting to see if this female can continue to meet his expectations.

Since her eyes were focused on the other male, she doesn't have enough time to react at Malak's lame excuse for attack. Even if she saw it coming, the question is, would she have done anything to prevent that from happening? Probably not, she's not on her side on the ground and vulnerable for no reason, there is always a plan behind a cute smile and the gleaming eyes, always. Once Malak strikes her, she only closes her eyes, not growling back, not attacking nor defending, instead of any of that, a soft purrs emerges from her throat, maybe to taunt him further or maybe to calm him down with her gentle tone, "I believe that wasn't a question... I was merely starting a conversation, darling." One of her eyes open, and still she is looking at Revan, wondering why he is not like the other male, he's the nice one it seems, "Also I don't recall asking persmission for anything, and like I said before, I do not expect any names from you, introductions are the least of my concerns right now. It is the cat behind the claws and the anger the one I wish to meet, not a name I can only refer to." But yet again they press the matters about this persmission she needs, she waits once again.

At the rate she is going, it does not, in fact, seem that she will get Malak's permission to remain here... At least, not unharmed or alive. Malak does not attack again immediately, though. Rather, he lowers her head so that his mouth is within just a foot of her neck. If he were to snap out, she would have little opportunity to defend against it. With that in mind, though, he watches her closely, so that he will have time to react if she decides to attack him. The growl hasn't left his tone when he says, "I don't like repeating myself, so this is your last chance. Ask nicely to remain here, or you will be leaving, whether it is on your feet or in someone's stomach."

Revan looks pleased once again. This female is continuing to stand up to Malak, despite the increasing threat to her life. And it seems that such a threat is about to turn into a quick and very real death for the female, so Revan tries to avert that, if possible. "Just do as we ask, Whiskers. I'd much rather you stay than having to.. help punish you." That's not to much to ask, is it? But he's also careful to make something very clear. No matter how much interest he might show in a female, he's not going to ever even hint at a divide between his brother and himself. They stand together as a team, no matter what.

So it's either beg for mercy and bend down backwards or death, now that's one tough choice, a situation the female surely never wanted to be in. As the wolf closes the distance between those fangs and her neck, there is ONE thing she can do... Very, very slowly she starts turning her head so she can take a glimpse of the male's eyes, but she doesn't stop there. Her paws stay on the ground, though her claws sink on the dirt below them. And it is with a slow movement that she nears her nose to his ear, offering Malak a probably relaxing and hopefully well accepted nuzzle. Her face, given the position of the three felines, hides from Revan's sight.
Whiskers whispers to Malak, "Whiskers takes the opportunity while she nuzzles you to whisper, so your brother is left out of the loop, "Can I at least your name first? Please?" Her voice is quite gentle, "So I can know who I am asking permission.""

What the female whispers to him is pleasant enough, but Malak can also see it for what it is. Manipulative, and he will never allow himself to be manipulated by anyone. He set the terms, and he expects them to be followed exactly before he yields an inch. He does lean his mouth in a little closer to her ear to whisper, "When you learn to obey, then you can have the privilege of knowing /my/ name." He wasn't fooling around about not liking to repeat himself, though. It is one of the things his father taught him, and so, even as he begins speaking, he moves to attempt to dig his claws into her shoulder, intending to hurt but not to disable, not to tear open flesh. If she listens, they will be no more than puncture wounds. There is no anger behind the hopefully hidden move, but it is purely serious. No more warnings. Next comes bloodshed, in ever-increasing amounts, if she refuses to learn.

Wait, what is this? He's the one who's being friendly toward her and it's his brother who gets the affectionate nuzzle? Revan narrows his dark blue eyes, looking rather annoyed, but otherwise makes no movement. But then his brother speaks, and acts, and Revan knows that it's about to get ugly. His brother can be as equally vicious as he when it comes to dealing with others, though Revan prefers his own savageness to be directed toward those whom the two of them view as inferior. Not against a female cougar, whom he would consider to decidedly /not/ be inferior. Species-wise, anyway. She still lacks their training, vision, and simple physical and mental superiority. And unless she humbles herself, it seems that she'll lack her own life here before too much longer passes.

At this point, it IS time for her to do something. This time the sting in his voice mean nothing compared to the sting of his claws on her shoulder. A soft whimper escapes her lips, resting her head back on the ground and looking helplessly at the other male, "Fine..." The female growls softly, drawing lines on the ground with her claws, but other than that not even trying to defend herself against the brothers, "Darling number one... Darling number two... Could you both be so kind to let me stay? In one piece?" She didn't have to ask the darling number two since he already said it was alright, but still, she needs to be sure.

Malak moves his claws and takes a step back when Whiskers finally does what he told her she should do when she first arrived. There is no need for further punishment, but that doesn't mean she is out of the woods yet. "Much better. But if you ever make me repeat myself again, you will not have a choice in /how/ you leave." He doubts she is simple, or else he wouldn't have decided to make a comment towards his earlier threat. She wouldn't have gotten it. Since he suspects she will get it, though, it should be more effective than if he threatened her with something new. The physical interest between them is definitely one-way, for all Malak's demeanor indicates.

Darling number one and darling number two? Revan looks faintly amused, but probably more due to her obvious submission than anything else. He knew it would happen eventually, as pain seems to be a universal persuader. Even for pretty female cougars. But now that his brother's conditions have been met, he sees no reason for not being at least a little courteous now. "You asked about our names. I am Revan, and this is my brother Malak." Nothing more. At least not yet.

Pretty AND young female cougar, thank you. Maybe that is the main reason she had to accept the terms, she values her life even if she doesn' show it most of the times. Once the male stops hurting her, she turns her head to see the marks he left on her shoulder. That's it? Those are barely cuts! "Lovely names..." The female murmurs to herself as her gaze falls on Revan, nodding to him slowly, "They suit you, strong names in the end." Her voice is once again gentle, the purr back on her tone.

Malak nods when his brother introduces him, then lies down again. He doesn't stretch out as he did before. Rather, he begins grooming himself, a nonverbal statement that he has reached the end of his current amusement with the female. It is his brother's turn, now that she knows her place, which is only fair, since Revan was more interested in her from the beginning.

Strong names indeed. Revan always thought that his father, Vector, had a strong name as well. Something that runs in their family, apparently. Hmm. Apparently Malak is going to show indifference toward the female now, just grooming himself, so Revan takes the opportunity to step forward and give a gentle lick to the female's shoulder, cleaning the few drops of blood that have gathered there. That being done, he steps back.

It's almost like playing the good and bad cop, though this time Whiskers doesn't want to leave the station. There's something about them that just makes her smile. As the other male gets closer, she greets him with a lick on his chin. She could have cleaned her wound, but she isn't complaining now is she? "Let me guess, you were born first..." The female says softly, keeping her eyes on Revan's as he paces away from her. What, he is shy all of a sudden?

Revan chuckles as he steps back, probably enjoying the lick more than he should have. "Neither of us know who was born first, actually. But to us, it's not important. There is no superiority between us--only strength. Teamwork." Whether or not that's a satisfactory answer to her question remains to be seen. But as he already tried to demonstrate to her, he and his brother remain united. Hopefully this Whiskers won't foolishly try and test that bond. Revan would hate for his initial impression of this female to be wrong.

Funny how he said teamwork and she only felt one of the brother's claws on her shoulder, "I see..." The female offers softly, turning to look at Malak for a moment, thoughtful, but not daring to raise her voice and speak her mind, instead she glances back at Revan, lifting her head from the ground and setting herself comfortable on her belly, "At least I can tell who is the cute one." Her eyes soon focus on her shoulder, moving her forearm a bit to see if there's something to be afraid of or just consider it a scratch.

"I knew who that was when I first saw you," Revan answers smoothly, settling down into a comfortable sitting position. Yes, believe it or not, Revan can actually be somewhat of a flirt. He has high standards, as might be expected with his worldview, but he's not genocidal all the time. At least not in the company of female cougars. Cute female cougars. He has no doubt that Malak will warm up to her eventually, so he takes it upon himself to indirectly break the ice between them while enjoying this conversation.

And young, please, don't forget that important detail, "Aaaahhh..." The female smirks just a tad, keepig her eyes on the cuts on her shoulder, "So I suppose this is just a game brothers like to play,right sweetie?" From the corner of her eye, she regards Reven with a brief glance, "I wouldn't know, never had a brother or a sister to play games with... To do a little teamwork."

When Malak doesn't seem to respond to the teasing, Revan just rolls his eyes and grins. He'll have to warm up... eventually. Notwithstanding his normally tough exterior, Malak /can/ be amiable, just like Revan. But until he decides to do just that, Revan is going to just keep the conversation flowing. "Where do you come from, Whiskers? Are you traveling alone?" Always a good thing to find out. Never know when some crazed and jealous mate will come charging out of nowhere.

If she had a crazy and jealous mate, she wouldn't be here now would she? Unless the girl likes trouble, then surely there's someone behind her all the time. The female stands up, shaking herself to dust herself off a little. Then it's time to proceed and get closer to the lone brother, "Is it part of the deal to tell you everything about me, I don't remember signing up for that part." She offers softly, but with certain determination in her tone. Her past is her past, and she'll keep it that way, she already has a scar on her face to remind her of it, so there's no need, at least in her point of veiw, to talk about such things. She stands mere inches away from Revan, taking his scent in, looking at his pelt, the eyes, his claws, paws, everything about him.

And in return, Revan does just that. Aside from that scar, she certainly does look closer to flawless than most other females he's seen. Not that it's been a length list, but Whiskers does seem to be near the top. This is very good. "We aren't operating on a deal anymore," he says with a minute shrug. "You satisfied my brother's conditions for staying here, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't have anything additional to add. It just would be nice to know if I'm going to have my throat ripped out by some other male just for enjoying some time with you."

Honest words or just trying to be flirty again. Hmm, Whiskers smirks at the male, lowering her head so her nose bumps lightly at his throat, then nipping on his fur, "I'm sure you will..." It's not a threat, it's a matter of fact, she knows something like that will eventually happen, call it a hunch, "Yet I doubt, after your display, yours and your brother's, of power that someone would dare." Once again, that much is true. Her nose draws a small line on his neck all the way up to his chin, call it a nuzzle or a tease, "So if I were you, I wouldn't worry. I know at least two cougars who will help you if the time comes." Finally, a smirk on her face shows that... Well, a female's smirk, one of those who mean hundred of things.

"You might be surprised who would dare to protect their interest in a pretty face." Not to mention the rest of her body, but Revan isn't so bold to say that much, at least. His eyes had glanced over toward his brother as he felt the female's cold nose trace its way up his neckfur. But with Malak studiously ignoring them, Revan simply rolled his eyes again and focused once more on the female's attention. He idly wonders how long she plans on staying with them. For a few more minutes? Hours? Overnight? He knows that he and Malak aren't going to stay here for long, so would Whiskers be interested in traveling with them? Hmm.

Whiskers would likely follow, lets face it, the fact is that she is there right now for a reason, so that's a good enough reason to follow them if they let him. Surely she'll have to ask permission, "Good thing I like surprises." The female whispers to the male, not feeling one bit awkward knowing the brother is likely hearing the conversation, she doesn't care, she'll have a chance to talk with him too. Her cold nose stays right on the tip of his chin, her eyes closed, he smells funny! "Is brother always like that?"

With that same amused smirk, Revan once again turns his glance to the side to see if his brother is showing any interest at all. If anything, it almost looks as though Malak is starting to fall asleep! More amused now than ever, he pushes his chin forward a little, rubbing slightly against the female's nose. "I'm like him most of the time, at least when dealing with those other than our kind."

Then he is not like his brother, species tend to make a big change on the way others see things. THe female lets a soft purr escape her, rubbing her nose sideways at his chin. It has been months since she was with another cougar, so company is good right now, "I suppose you should let him know that I'm a cougar also, huh?" The female says with a warm smile, pressing her nose to his throat in a playful manner, fighting back!

Revan chuckles. "Just stay here long enough and he won't be able to deny it any longer. I'm sure with your scent surrounding him he'll turn a lot more friendly before too much longer." He lifts his head upward a little, rubbing his throat against her nose. A playful move, if perhaps dangerous. It would require barely any effort at all for Whiskers to tear his throat out, should she suddenly desire to. It makes the playing so much more.. interesting.

Indeed it is a risky move for the male. Whiskers can almost taste the male's blood given the position, so vulnerable, it's just pretty, "Should I take that as an invitation?" The female asks with a hint of coyness in her tone. And whils ehwa its for the answer, her lips part enough to hold the male's throat in her muzzle, not bitting, at least not hard enough, just playful. It would be so easy to just snap her fings shut.

Revan has decided already that he wants this female to join them, if she'd be interested. Traveling with his brother certainly has been an enjoyable experience, as they continue in their mission of cleansing as much of the world as possible, but it /can/ be rather boring at times. Malak simply doesn't have the.. playfullness.. that this female is exhibiting. Now that his throat is entirely in her fanged grasp, Revan gives her the slightest of purrs, if for no other reason than to give her maw a small rumble.

Was that a yes or a no, it wasn't the answer she was expecting because there was no answer at all. The can feel the girl's lips curls on his throat, probably smilling. Once feeling Revan's purr in her lips, she dares to give him a stronger bite before letting him go. Slowly, she pulls her head away from his neck, taking the opportunity to nuzzle the side of his muzzle in the proccess, "I'll take that a yes..."

The feel of her teeth on his throat is an experience that Revan is sure he's never had before and never wants to repeat. He's quite familiar with having his /own/ jaws around the throat of another, though it's obviously never been another cougar. Only inferior species. But as she pulls away, he smiles at the nuzzle, turning his head down to look at his brother. Definitely asleep now. He turns back to look at Whiskers with a once-again admiring glance. "If my brother is willing, would you travel with us? Even for a short while?"

That's a more proper offer now, there's a big difference this time isn't there? Whiskers shakes her head at the male, keeping her eyes on his, "I would love to." It's fun how females say one thing and think another and vice versa if that's even possible. The female takes a couple of steps away from the male, glancing at her shoulder for a moment, "With one condition only though..."

"And what condition would that be?" Revan is curious, needless to say, and wonders what kind of condition she would impose. No doubt something to ensure her safety from Malak, which brings a slight smile to Revan's maw. He isn't going to guarantee anything until he can talk to his brother, but hopefully it won't be too demanding. It'll be Malak's call on whether or not he'll take it easy on Whiskers.

If talking about Malak makes the brother smile, maybe what she has in mind will make him grin. Either the case, the female has a good answer for him. Her gaze wanders elsewhere, "Two actually... One, I'd love to have a pillow..." A smile is evident on her face as she turns back to look at Revan, "And two? I want that pillow to have fur..." The female once again settles down on her belly, gracefully tucking her paws below her chest and letting her tail curl around her thigh.

Revan gives a small shrug, nod, and finally bobs his head toward the sleeping form of Malak. "I'm sure he would make a great pillow." If this female wants to play, he can do that as well. His tone abruptly changes to one of polite curiosity, "Unless, of course... you had something different in mind?" Yes, he can indeed play. He knows exactly what the female wants, and he's going to perhaps let a little of his superiority complex show here. If she wants a pillow named Revan, she's going to have to ask for it.

Females have a lot of things in their minds. In this special case, play a little game like they been doing all this time sounds like a good deal. The female sprints from her spot, turning around and taking some quiet little steps towards Malak, "I think you're right..." The female gazes Malak, looking closely at him as she closes the distance between them, carefully of course, the slow pacing, wondering if Malak would mind at all.

Perhaps he was wrong. Or perhaps the female is playing a little harder than he thought. He watches her carefully, curiously, as she approaches his brother. This will be interesting, for sure. For her sake, he hopes that Malak is either fast asleep or a lot more forgiving than he was earlier. With an amused purr, Revan settles down on the grassy ground, paws outstretched and crossed in front of him, and head up and watching. A pillow is her only condition for wanting to travel with them? Surely Malak won't mind something so simple as that, will he?

Whiskers paces like a kitten, in the way that some steps are fast, then she stops, ears perked up and watching the sleeping male, the again she paces quietly towards him just to stop a few feet away from him, her nose twitching, and once she's close enough, she takes the last steps closer to him so she's tanding right in front of him, lowering her head to nuzzle his cheek with her nose, "Darling, you awake?" She coos softly at him, holding her breath and knowing that she'll likely regret all this.

Malak wasn't awake, no. But, despite the fact that he is used to being able to sleep quite well, since he and Revan sleep on alternating schedules, he was not sleeping so deeply that her cooing into his ear does not wake him. He is also not used to traveling with anyone but Revan, and Revan does not wake him like /that/. His eyes open, and upon spotting the relatively unfamiliar cougar dangerously close to his face, he rolls to his feet, preparing for, well... Just about anything. He doesn't know what may have happened after he drifted off, and though he sincerely doubts that this young female could have done anything to Revan, he has not yet spotted his brother. Trust, apparently, is not something Malak gives out easily.

Yup, just like the female had expected in the first place. Jumpy male, fun... The female stays where she is, not trying to dare him but also trying to comfront him in a way, Revan wanted her to stay after all, so she might as well get to know Malak too. Whiskers lowers her head, she does regret waking him up, but it's too late now, isn't it? "I'm sorry, didn't mean to... Scare you." He can say proudly, "Did you have a pleasent dream darling?"

Malak has been asleep for just minutes, he knows. The sun has not moved at all. Now that he has spotted Revan... Being woken up, especially so soon after falling asleep, generally means there is a situation developing. He can smell no one but Revan and Whiskers, though, and the question that Whisker's asks... No, this is just fun for the young female. And while Malak isn't /pleased/... After all, sleeping when the opportunity is available is a rule he has followed for a long time, since those opprtunities can become very limited when they are traveling for long distances... The anger is not great. There is no growling in his tone when he ignores Whisker's question and instead asks Revan, "You couldn't keep her in line a little while longer, Revan?" Maybe he's even amused at how his brother seems to have been taken by this young female. Not enough to tolerate this again, perhaps, but it keeps him from being very angry now.

"Keep her in line?" Revan feigns innocence. "She said that she had only two conditions in order to travel with us. She wants a pillow, and it has to have fur. I said that it would be your decision, so I think she was just going to ask you." He grins. "And, perhaps, test to see if you meet those two conditions." There is plenty of amusement in his voice, and his tail twitches behind him. With a chuckle that leads to a yawn, he rests his head down on his crossed forepaws, still watching the other two felines.

He's ignoring her now? Isn't that beautiful now? Whiskers nods slowly at Malak, that was a good answer. At least he's not trying to rip her a new one this time, "I don't think there even needs to be a line." The female says softly as she turns around, walking back towards Revan, the nice one. It is indeed frustrating, but what can she do? She doesn't have a choice this time, the official pillow now is Revan, the other bloke is too dangerous that's a fact. as she paces back towards Revan, she gives him a playful look of disbelief... He just betrayed her, saying that out loud, she can't believe him. She'll say something in the right time.

Oh, no no no. Malak is not letting Whiskers /use/ him as a pillow, furred or otherwise. It's not that he has a problem with the girl. At least theoretically, he doesn't. Unlike Whiskers, though, he /does/ see the need for a line, and until she proves that she knows that, there will be little in the way of playfulness coming from Malak, especially if his brother has any interest in the female. Someone has to make sure that feelings don't get in the way of the Big Picture, after all. "I might suggest a rabbit, or something else that is /soft/." This at least, is said with a grin and a pointed glance towards Revan. Let's see if Whiskers gets her pillow now, after that insinuation, which is really not an angry insult so much as Malak's rather vicious form of teasing. There is a good reason why Malak and Revan do not often play.

Moonseeker has arrived.

Voices are what first catch Moonseeker's attention as she slowly moves along through the orchard. Her paws carry her quietlyy as she heads onwards closer to the voices. So she did stick around, though even she isn't fully sure why. Her maw twitches as her head lifts, another two scents? Intersting, with a lash of her tail she stops at a distance once she catches sight of the three other felines. A nod is offered an a polite smile crosses her maw. "Evening." This said with a polite tone.

What's this.. another female cougar? Wow. The day keeps getting better and better. "Hello there," Revan offers a friendly smile, though his attention quickly turns back to the first female. Whiskers. He's not about to volunteer to go hunting for her, just to catch a pillow... but if she should ask him? Perhaps. He allows himself another soft chuckle, as Whiskers is no doubt realizing the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between he and his brother. They work so well as a team when purging everything that is not cougar, that one can almost lose the distinction between the two.

Males, it just gets worse when they are brother or very close friends. It's always the same thing. Whiskers gets closer back to Revan, "I guess I'll go find a pillow out the woods." The female offers a smile, leaning closer to nuzzle his cheek. She sees the other female, raising a brow at first but offering her a nod, then she passes next to Revan, making sure her tail flicks and lightly rubs from his neck all the way to his stomach. Then, she continues her way to hopefully find some food.
Whiskers whispers to Revan, "Whiskers not only nips at your ear, her voice is soft and for your ears only, "I guess /you/ win, pillowboy...""

Whiskers has left.

Malak notices Moonseeker before she speaks, and recognizes her immediately. He would probably never forget that marking on her chest, after all. It is with a more pleasant smile than anything he offered to Whiskers that he greets her. "I told you I would see you again. Moonseeker, this is my brother, Revan. Revan, this is the cougar I told you about." The one who was appropriately wary, playing to his ego, his superiority, and the one who is being plenty polite now without breaching his personal space.

Moonseeker gaze drifts towards the other male and female whom she has not met, she watches them a few moments, testing the air to learn there scents before her bright gaze turns back to Malak. A smile is offered and she offers a nod. "That you did Malak.. I didn't think it would be this soon though." Her tail twitches while she lowers to her haunches, feeling she's at a good enough distance between she and the two males. "It is a pleasure to meet you Revan." She offers with a polite tone and nod of her head.

Ahh. Moonseeker. Revan's head raises up off of his paws and turns to look at the newcomer. "A mutual pleasure indeed," Revan responds in turn, dipping his head as much as he's able. The feeling of Whisker's tail running across his fur has not left his mind, and, turning to look at her departing form, he makes his decision. He turns back around just long enough to nod at both his brother and the older female. "If you will excuse me..." He jumps up, turns, and trots after Whiskers. He doesn't call out to her at all; perhaps if she doesn't detect his approach, he'll give her one of those surprises that she earlier said that she enjoys.

Revan has left.
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Malak is a little surprised when his brother takes off after Whiskers, but it is not enough to take his attention off of Moonseeker for long. He certainly won't chanse after Revan. Instead, he slowly lies back down, then asks of Moonseeker, "What brings you back?" He /is/ quite capable of being polite to females. Even to males, so long as they do not rub him the wrong way.

Moonseeker offers a smile to Revan and nods as she watches him leave after Whiskers, pondering a moment before her atention goes back to Malak. One ear twitches forward an she ponders the question. "Suppose I was no ready to head home. I thought I would come by to see if you might still be around." "Its not often I get to speak with other cougar's that are not in my group." So like any cat big or small she is curious of the stranger.

"Your group?" She said she lived on the mountain. She said nothing about there being others, and it seems like the sort of information that may, someday, become important. Malak keeps most of his attention on Moonseeker, but old habits are hard to break, and so once Revan leaves and he is the only male left, he devotes some of it to keeping aware of his surroundings, so there are no surprises.

Moonseeker ahs softly at this, well they didn't get to rally talk to him all that much the other day. "I'm sorry, we did not get to talk much the other night. I'm part of the Amaranth cougar tribe. We live up in the moutains."

A cougar... Tribe? It is interesting, to say the least, and almost immediately, Malak asks, "How many are in your tribe?" It might warrant a visit. If the prey is plentiful enough to support many cougars, he might /have/ to take a look. And if all of them are as pleasant as Moonseeker has been, in his dealings with her... Well, he can't ignore his Big Picture any more than he can let his brother ignore it, but it might be a place to recruit others while enjoying plenty of food.

"There are many." Moonseeker offers after a moment, truthfully she isn't sure anymore. Why? She hasn't stayed there long since she was a child, upon becoming an adult she took to wandering and kept it up. Sure she goes back from time to time but after everything that she heard happen she felt the need to not go back once more, for now. "We have leaders and the like, well protected." She offers after a moment not wanting Malak to get any ideas about visiting to try anything, well she did just meet him.

Well-protected. Like the land in which Malak grew up. He wonders if any of them know how cunning and vicious other species can be, how low they will stoop in order to take what does not belong to them. He lets the subject go for now, but it will definitely hold his interest for a while. Instead of continuing to ask questions about Amaranth, he says, "I doubt any of them could be half as strong as you. It is a brave thing to do, wandering out into the world while you still have a home." It is probably the strongest compliment Malak could give. Doing that is something he never got around to doing, after all, if only because his home was destroyed by warfare before he got a chance.

Even with Amaranth being well protected they have still had there own hardships to face. One being Moonseeker's own brother who went insane and attacked his own family, then there leader went insane and killed a female and was inturned killed. It was a mess to say the least. They know of hardship from their own kind. She blinks as she hears him, a faint smile offered while she glances to her paws, it was not often that she was complimented, everyone was better then she back home. That's how it felt to her at least. "That is kind of you to say Malak. I would mostly say it is because I enjoy to wander an see new things, which one can no do if they stay in the same place forever."

Malak gives a nod of his head and answers, "That much is true." And now he has exhausted the majority of his social skills, so he slips into silence, thinking about the land with many cougars, and the prey to support them, and looking to the south, towards the mountain. It is not yet time. There are many things to do here first. Eventually, though, he imagines their path will take them south, and then he will have to keep an eye out for this Amaranth.

Moonseeker tilts her head as she watches Malak curiously, pondering a few moments before her gaze drifts off. "I'm curious, why have you come to these lands?" She questions curiously, trying to keep the conversation going it seems.

Malak does not delay in answering, and his answer is truthful. "We are looking for a new home, since ours was stolen from us." By vile, undeserving animals who eliminated their ability to live there even after they were all dead. At the very least, that is what /Malak/ is doing. Revan might have different motives, but Malak sees no problem in answering for his brother.

Moonseeker blinks slightly as she hears him and nods a moment. "I see.. I'm sorry to hear that." She offers, still with her polite tone. "I hope you and your brother find a place to call home. Everyone deserves a place to call home after all."

"We will find one, or we will make one." There is determination in Malak's voice. Eventually, they will find a place where they manage to strike fear in the hearts of all who would challenge them and drive them out without crippling the land they are trying to inhabit. It is only a matter of time, and though they have been on the search for several months, Malak is certain he could keep this up for years.

Moonseeker ears lower slightly as she catches Malak's tone. "I see." Moonseeker offers softly, her gaze drifting to the side at something while her ears perk, almost as if she was listioning to something. A faint shrug is offered and her gaze turns to the sky which has been brightly lit by the stars. "I'm sure with time you and your brother will find what you are looking for." She's starting to think she won't though.

"Thank you." That's polite, right? Sleeping is out of the question since his brother apparently went off to hunt with Whiskers, but his hunger is beginning to return, to become strong again, so Malak says, "I think I ought to find myself something to eat, but you are welcome to stay here, if you wish."

Moonseeker nods slightly to Malak, her bright gaze turning back to him. "Thank you for the offer, though I would not want to intrude on you and your brother's space." Her long tail sways while she shifts back to her paws, meaning to leave. "It was a pleasure to speak with you again Malak."

Malak stands when Moonseeker does, after which he says, with a grin, "Yes, it was, and I will look forward to meeting you again, Moonseeker." Since she seems to be planning on leaving, he remains standing, allowing her to head off first.

A slight smile crosses Moonseeker's maw. "As do I." She isn't sure why but she doesn't mind the company, perhaps the fact that she actually gets to speak instead of being the ever silent cat in the back of so many is what she likes. She turns an starts to move off back the way she came, but not towards the mountains in the distance.

[Mythri]

/* Continued from above scene... /*

It's like a game, she was rather playful wasn't she? Once she notices the male not far from her she slows down, waiting for him to catch up. But as he starts getting closer and closer, she accelerates the pace, turning her head to glance at him, smilling, Seeing if he's too tired or grumpy to play or if he is going to tag along and try to keep up with her.

Tired? Yes. Grumpy? Not even close. Revan is having more fun now than he's had in.. a long time. His smile grows as he approaches Whiskers, but when she suddenly takes off, there is an abrupt, startled expression on his face, and then his smile returns, along with a short chuff of amusement. And then he's chasing after her, letting his muscular legs carry him swiftly over and through the grasses. His tail streams behind him, and his mouth twitches into a grin. Yes, he definitely likes this female.

When Whiskers notices the male following behind her, she grins back at the male. Her attention soon flls upon the path in front of her, her legs gracefully sprinting with every step she takes. Surely she is not as strong as the male, but her size helps and her slender form makes her a really fast runner. So it's a game of tag, letting the male close the distance between them before going as fast as she can to stay away from reach.

If it's tag that she wants to play, then Revan is more than ready for the challenge. He's faster than every other cougar he's ever met, including his brother, and yet he doesn't seem to mind the fact that he could catch this female without an enormous exertion of energy. Regardless, he decides that he's going to make it an enjoyable chase, and with a low growl to try and increase her.. enthusiasm.. he increases his speed to slowly gain on her. Oh, he'll make sure that he catches her in the end, but he'll make sure that it's a longer-than-normal chase. If he expends more energy than might be optimal for chasing down another creature, then so be it. It's all a sacrifice for the fun pursuit of a beautiful girl.

On the contrary, if someone is going to let Whiskers get caught in th end, that's going to be the female. But just like the male, she doens't want this game to stop shortly, so she'll have to give him the race of his life! There's only one thing, the terrain is not something Whiskers would really exploit, so all she can do is run as fast as she can, doing a zig-zag motion to tire the male behind her, which probably won't work, she saw the strong muscles he carried below his fur, so she'll end up losing the race faster than him.

A zig-zag pattern? One of several possible escape attempts that Revan is not only used to, but rather adept at overtaking. One problem with the zig-zag is that often, the creature running still ends up going in a relatively straight pattern, and only loses distance between it and the pursuer who's smart enough to go in a more linear intercept. And even for those creatures who have a more random zig-zag, a careful pursuer can still find ways to close gaps by anticipating, as it's very difficult to be truly random, especially when the pursuee's mind is clouded by fear. None of this is going through Revan's mind, as his only objective here is to enjoy this chase, so he simply does his best to match Whiskers, zig for zag. Let her be impressed with his agility in changing directions, his observation for noting what she's doing or about to do, and his speed for slowly catching up.

From behind, not only Whiskers rump is visible, also it's clear that she makes for a really good huntress, at least for her age. She female does her best to avoid the male from getting closer, but in time, she is a couple of feet away from him, her tail lashes to the sides as she does her best to prevent him from getting her down so easily, it's a good chase, one that will likely end if the male pounces at her, force is usually the best option the male has if he wants to bring her down, and she doesn't mind, once he's close, he can clearly hear the laugther from the female mixed with her panting.

Revan rather enjoys the view, though his eyes are rarely focused on her rump for more than a fraction of a second. He would very quickly lose his distance gained, if not trip and fall altogether, if he allowed such a distraction in his mind. But instead of focusing on the view, he focuses on getting closer.. to where he'll be able to enjoy the view from a much more enjoyable distance. That amused quirk of a grin comes back as he catches an audible glimpse of laughter up ahead; is the female enjoying this as much as he is? Apparently so. The thought of him ending this with a pounce is dismissed; he's going to simply wear her out, at least to where she has to slow, if for no other reason than to demonstrate his superior physicality. Some might call it arrogance, but to Revan it's a simple fact of life. Whiskers might be a cougar, and a female at that, but Revan is so used to demonstrating his peak physical condition, and for several reasons. Intimidation or instilling fear are the two most common.

So the game goes on and on until one of them gets tired? Malak will likely ask a million questions if he sees them panting all of a sudden, just a thought that crosses her mind for a second or two. THe female turns for the last time to glance at the male right behind her. Why the last time? UNlike the male, her distraction made her lose balance, or stumble or find a rock in the way or something, she could even be faking it, but in the end it doesn't matter since the female falls on the ground all of a sudden. rolling on the grass a couple of times before she skids to a sudden stop.

This wasn't exactly the way Revan had envisioned the chase ending, but it works for him! With a playful growl, he quickly closes the last bit of distance between them, but instead of pouncing on her, he slows down and drops to a crouch, crawling the last couple of feet toward her. There's a mischievous gleam in his dark blue eyes, and the grin/smirk on his maw seems to match his look. Closer and closer, and now his lips separate in a mock-ferocious baring of his teeth. Revan still doesn't say anything, but figures he doesn't need to. His expression and approach say it all.

His expression says that he is about to rip her throat open and feast on her flesh. The female lets a loud lagh escape her once she recovers herself from the fall. That is until she catches the male's gaze. THen her expression turns into somewhat of puzzle. THe female, this time doesn't stay where and how she is. Whiskers rolls quickly to one side, low on the ground as he paw claws dig on the dirt, baring her teeth back at him, "Oh you don't have the guts, darling..." Her voice is poison, but still having certain flirt between lines. Waiting for him to make the first move.

She's definitely playing tough with him, and Revan finds that all the more reason that she measures up to his standards. The brief bit that he saw of Moonseeker seemed to show her to be quiet and submissive, something his brother would appreciate more than Whisker's... playfulness. "I don't have the guts?" he echoes softly, his voice an amused purr. "The guts for what?" It's a game of verbal tag, as real and enjoyable as the actual chase they just had.

Her eyes remain fixed on the male, almost daring him with that coying look. She doesn't reply, knowing too well what the male has in mind. Her growling becomes louder, her tail lashing behind her all the time. Soon she starts pacing to one side, cirling around the male if he remains where he is, if not, she'll love to play some rodeo with the male. Ears fold back behind her head, ready for anything the male has to offer. Her expression sure looks content, having... The fun she's missed in her last months of loneliness.

"You know, that stumble and fall of yours didn't look too good. I think you might have to work a little harder to impress me, if you want to retain that formerly high impression I had of you." It's spoken with the same amused purr, as Revan still hasn't moved from his original crouch. He's stopped crawling toward her, and as she begins circling around him, he quirks an eyebrow as his head rotates to follow her. What is she doing? Intending to run away again, perhaps? She might get a better headstart by taking off from behind him, but it's ultimately futile, as he will definitely catch her again. No, she's just playing with him, and he doesn't mind that at all. Let her circle around!

She's circling around him for a good reason, after running, sure his muscles have tensed! Hey, he peeked, why can't she? "Oh, is that so?" The female inquires, closing the distance with her round. She's close enough that her tail rubs against his hind and rump as she passes by, then once she's on the other side, the distance is completely closed between them, "I didn't just stumble and fall, darling, I also gave you time to catch up." She replies with a warm smile on her muzzle, her head lened against his, she is rather touchy and affectionate, "Besides, I don't think I need to impress you."

Revan feels a slight thrill at the unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome, touch of the female's tail across his rump, and if anything, it only causes his smile to increase slightly. "I was already catching up to you easily enough," he corrects, leaning back into her. "And yes, you /do/ need to impress me, but... I think you've already managed that quite well so far." He starts to relax and pull back away from her, but suddenly he's grappling at her while she's off-balance, laughing softly and intending to try and wrestle her down to the ground next to him.

She had expected something like that, surely not that and surely not now, she still had something else to say, but she's not complaining is she? The female chuckles sofly in return, she's not wrestling back, almost as if she already had that in mind Whiskers lays down next to the male, but on nher back, caught a little off balance, "Hey!" The cougaress lightly bats at his face, still playful, no claws, "Is that a new part of your... Game? I really need to impress you?" She REALLY wonders this time, curious to know why it's so important for the brothers.

It's important because, given how Revan and his brother view the superiority of cougars, they would naturally associate and seek only females who seem to represent the best of their species. And, of course, there might be some personality likes and dislikes as well; one needs only to look at the differences in Whiskers and Moonseeker to see that, after all. "Unless I'm mistaken, I do believe you said that you enjoyed surprises?" He knows she did, and he makes a face as she bats at him. "I can be all boring though, if you'd like? Would you prefer that instead?" He's brought her to the ground next to him, but he hasn't really grabbed ahold of her or anything that would prevent her from getting back up to her paws, if she so desired.

Interesting indeed. Whiskers taises her brows, she is now surprised to hear the male's words. The female nods slowly at him, her colored eyes looking into his. He's caught her this time for real, nice job Revan. The female has no intentions to stand up, so instead, she rolls to be on her side facing him, slowly reaching a paw to pull him closer to her, she's cold and she needs a pillow after all, "Well, I wouldn't know how to impress you. I'm young and unfortunately I lack the experience of many in the forest." She oftens says 'I'm good, but maybe not THAT good', and she knows it's true. As for the other part? She makes no comment, she leaves that to him.

Ahh, so now she finally wants to get closer to him. Well, Revan is more than happy to oblige, and he lets himself be pulled closer, with perhaps a little scooting of his own to assist. With perhaps now just a few inches between their bodies, he stops, returning the gaze, with a somewhat more serious expression on his muzzle now. "Experience is not something that I require in a female, Whiskers. All of us were at one point new and untrained. It's one who is willing to learn, and to improve, and to eventually succeed that impresses me. Victory only comes through diligent preparation. Experience helps, but it is only an added advantage, rather than the foundation." A little long-winded for him, but if there's one trait that he and his brother share, it's a passion for what they believe in. They would surely have split long ago had it not been for their deep unity in purpose. Revan falls silent, wanting to judge the girl's response to his words. He'll be a little disappointed if she rejects them, yes, but he doesn't want to accept her unless she understands and acknowledges the traits that he's looking for.

She not only understands him or just aknowledges his words. She is far from that point, she is actually interested in hearing such things. It's almost as if she was listening to her own coincience. After the male's speech, Whiskers leans closer to him, if there were inches between their bodies, now there's no space between them at all, "I... I understand Revan." The female says softly, keeping her smile on her muzzle, she must admit that is quite happy to have met this cat, "And I'm glad to hear that... I'm not trying to impress you with this, I mean it... I... Wish to learn from you and your brother, there's something in both of you that ... You could say it's a mystery I wish to solve." Just like Revan felt at first, with her daring, she now feels that way, "I know it's a bold thing to say, but I mean it."

"A mystery to solve?" Revan echoes, slightly puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" As far as he knows, they're actually quite transparent. They are always outspoken and open about their intended purpose, and really have no secrets to hide. Perhaps the details of their past, particularly the deaths of their parents, remain somewhat hidden, but... does that qualify as a mystery? Revan wonders if she's just saying that to give herself a reason to stay with them. If that's what she needs, then.. so be it. He purrs softly at the close touch between them, rather enjoying the feeling of her soft fur gently pressing up against his. It only takes the briefest of efforts to push his muzzle forward and touch his cold nose against hers, smiling as he does so.

What does she mean? Now that would be her own mystery. She'd gladly respond to him, it's not a big deal, she just finds them interesting, so mysterious, between gentle a mean, that IS something, "I don't know..." The female whispers, closing her eyes at the affection given. She returns a little rub with her nose before letting her head rest on his neck, she WILL use him as a pillow, "It doesn't matter darling." And it really doesn't, if they let her stay, she'll find out for herself, "So... Can I ... Follow you? You and your brother to wherever it is you'll be going to?"

Revan chuffs in amusement as he knows exactly what she's doing by putting her head down on his neck. He had a feeling ever since he began following her that this would happen. But why use a bloodied and broken rabbit when she has him available? A living, breathing cougar, and one that she hopefully finds impressive. "I've already told you that you are certainly welcome to travel with us, at least as far as I'm concerned. You'll have to convince my brother to accept you as a companion, but I don't anticipate that will be too difficult." He falls silent, though still murring softly, as he takes a moment to really inhale deeply, savoring the female's scent. Mmmm.

Now that is a tricky part for her scent is still heavy in her fur, late Winter so she was probably in heat not too long ago! But seems she doesn't mind at all, she's been doing the same all this time, taking in his sweet scent, it sooths her. The female nods to him, she'll have to deal with mister grumpylater, shouldn't be that hard, right? She has ways to convince males after all, Revan being the perfect example. Whiskers shifts a little, scooting closer and getting comfrotable on the male next and almost below him now, "I could get used to this... With proper permission of course." She'll bug the heck out of Revan with permissions and deals for a long time it seems. With a soft yawns, it seems like she's about to fall asleep on the male, her paws ever so lightly clinging to his chestfur. In the end, she is young.

This is one reason he likes her so much: despite the very obvious difference in strength, Whiskers still has displayed quite a bit of confidence--even brashness, if combined with a sense of humor. Revan knows full well that he can do just about whatever he wants to this female, and yet she's acting as though she's in full control of the situation. It's perfect. "Proper permission, hmm? My memory must be failing me... I thought it was you who pulled me close." Not that he minds in the slightest, of course. He inhales again, nose tickling along the side of her neck as he continues to enjoy her beautiful scent. He recognizes the smell of a stale heat, and just the thought of this particular female, playful and feisty as she is, being in season... it's quite exciting. "Or perhaps you're referring to needing my permission to be your pillow for the evening?" With a faint smile, his forepaws wrap around her and begin gently rubbing at her shoulders.

It's not about taking control over the situation, she knows by now that she can't have him, Malak is Revan's priority, she can't take that away from him, but she can still be a little . . . Manipulative on certain actions. It's not about having control over the situation, it's about knowing she can make certains things possible if she asks, "More like, permission to be with you..." She returns the smile, knowing he can't see it anyway. At the rubbing, the girls nuzzles his neck with her cheek, soon her breathing growing louder. With the attentions and the warmth from the male, it takes a couple of minutes before she falls limp on top of him, soon the sounds of a light snoring coming from the female.

"Of course you have my permission to be with me," Revan murmurs softly in her ear. "I'm glad that I have your permission to chase you!" He continues rubbing gently at her shoulders as she begins to fall asleep on top of him like a big furry blanket. It's a mutual thing, then. She's his blanket, and he's her pillow. Funny how that worked out. He's not sure if she's still awake by this point, and so he's not sure whether or not to expect an answer: "We might be leaving tomorrow; do you have anyone that you need to say goodbye to before we head off?" Most likely not, as Whiskers doesn't seem to be the type to either be connected closely to family or clinging to an existing mate. No.. everything about her suggests her independence, but Revan figures that he should still ask, if for no other reason than to be courteous.

She is still awake, at least concious to hear the question. One of her ears twitch, not answering for some time, thinking... Does she have someone? Hard to tell,her past is blurry even to herself, "ONly to myself and my previous life." The female whispers softly,mostly to herself. The male recieves one last show of affection, leaning her head enough to lick at his cheek sweetly, "Thank you darling..." And once again, after that, she rests on top of him, her paws almost kneading on his chest, soon to slow down to find herself in the land of dreams.

Hmm. Revan hadn't anticipated the female actually falling asleep on top of him like this. He was expecting to be a pillow, yes, but in a way that he would be able to easily slip out from underneath of her head once she was asleep. But with this, there's no way he'll be able to meet back with Malak until the female wakes up. Or, of course, until he wakes her up, but that seems a bit mean. Oh well. They aren't that far away, and Malak is an excellent tracker, should he feel the need to make contact with them again before the morrow's break. And so, in the meantime, he's going to enjoy falling asleep under a very warm, beautifully-smelling, gently breathing, soft, furry blanket. Not a bad way to spend the night, honestly. His last thoughts, as he drifts to sleep with a small smile, are how Malak really doesn't know what he's missing. Shouldn't have been so mean to the pretty girl!