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My Own View Of Catwoman!!

With My Own Story.Brought Her To Life With A Twist!!

She Has Been On Going Since 2009 to 2012 on Youtube!! 

ROLEPAGES from 2012 to 2017!! And Wrealms from 2017 til Now!!

{14 Years!!}

Inspired By

90'S DC Catwoman COMIC: 

 JIM BALENT  

She Is The CATWOMAN In Purple!!

Catwoman affiliated properties are copyrighted by DC

No profit is being made from use of these properties or cosplayers.

 

What's Your Obsession??

7521438059?profile=RESIZE_710x  ~SMITTEN  KITTEN~

  SEXY   CURIOUS   NAUGHTY   DANGEROUS   PROWLING   FEMME FATALE FELINE 

AND PUURRFECTED CRIMINAL

 ME-OW!!

Here is a look of some who crawl under her Fur!

ThomasWayne

 Kei   

Kilala - Yokai - Bakeneko - Nekomata  

D o m i n i c

 

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Kitty Nights Burlesque!!

 

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No Alcohol, No Guns, No Knives, No Drugs Are Permitted Inside!!

Security Will ~Frisk You~ At The Door!! 

  My Story Is... 

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 ~BIRTHPLACE~

"ARISTOCAT TURNED FERAL" 
 Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence.  It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka. 

When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls.  She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.

At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people  with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form. 

~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~

"CAN'T BE TAMED" 
 Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese.  Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again. 

Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal! 

But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.

~ADULTHOOD~

"CHASE ME"
 By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!

She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart.. 

~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~

"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"                           

Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.  It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!

~HERE & NOW~

"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"     

Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY! 

~DEITY OF THE PAST~

"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"                                                                                                        

Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey. She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra.  But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown. Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet.  And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her.  Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}

 

~PERSONALITY TYPE ~ 

Sexually Flirtatous! {Wink Wink!}   Curious Kitten! {Oohh?}

Devious Femme Fatale! {Smirk!}   Distant & Distrusting! {FluFF Off!} 

{ISTP/A} 

{{Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Perception/Ambivert}}
 

ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.

People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,

a “do unto others” attitude.

This type of  personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.

"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"

Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.

However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in. 

Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed

Weaknesses: Stubborn | Private and Reserved | Easily Bored | Risky Behavior 

~Extra Tid Bits~

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RIP-Tony Stark {I Will Always Remember You.}

To Nikki Sixx Who Hides In The Shadows Of The Night!

May Your Journey Take You To New Heights!

{You Will Always Be My Friend And My Crow!} 

  

Awaken From One Dream To Enter Another!

Is It Real Or Is It Fantasy? It Is Passion Of The Mind!

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 Nahar'u Kishori

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The Past Is Like Looking In The Mirror!!

It Reflects Apart Of Your Soul You Carry!!

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In Gotham City 

Single-But I have my Cat eyes on Him! 

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  Kyle also has a Loving Companion by her side in Gotham City.

A Pet named Charlie! A Florida Red Panther.

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 MY PRIDE!

Catwoman-Aka-Kougar's Kyle's Abilities: Updated 8/4/2019

~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~
Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body.  And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.

~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20}
Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.

~APPEARANCE~    

"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"                                                                                                                             

Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(_)╭∩╮_★

Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_()_()_★

Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots  ★__(_ )__★

All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!! 

When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar 

At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee

Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!

 

~HUSH SECRETS~ 

Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!

The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.

Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.

(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)

 

~SECRETS FILED~ 

She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.

Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.

And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}

Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them. 

She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously. 

She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary. 

She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet 

Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...

 

~Aliases She Goes By~

Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,

Marguerite ToneMadame Moderne,

Katarina Kyle,

K or Kat which is most often used.

 

~ SECRETS OF Hate~
Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.

Certain people of her past- C. Beritti,  Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.

 

~INVENTORY~ Updated 4/30/2022 
Bullwhip w/Kevlar,  Spiked Cat O' Nine Tales,  Throwing Knives,  Blinding Light Capsules,  Boleadoras,  Bolawrap Lasso Device,  Taser,  Wrist Mounted Crossbow,  Caltrops,  Catarang,  Hacking Devices,  Sunglasses w/Headphone Blocker,  Grappling Gun,  Holographic Bracelet Device,  High Pitch Frequency Device,  Lock Pick tools,  Climbing Equipment,  Sleeping Agent: Halothane. 

Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle

And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH

Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!

 

~NPC~

Bad Boys! 

Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing! 

Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid 

Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.

 

  Do You Have Something Catwoman May Want To Steal?

Would You Like To Hire Her To Steal Something From Someone?

Or Maybe You Could Be Involved In Whatever Mischief She Gets Into With Her Enemies?

Do You Want Her To Get Tangled In With Your Enemies?

Or Maybe You Want To Meet Jim Or Neo Instead?

((If So, Leave A Meow In The Comment Box!!))

 

Current Threads  

☑Kei   ☑Dominic   ☑Thomas Wayne   ☑Caelestra   ☑Kilala   ☑Kirishima

 

 YOU ADD YOU START! 

Does Not Apply Here! I'm Flexible!

But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!

Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!

 

AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!

BUT......

SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!! 

 

Birthday:

June 5


Character Age

30+


Character Abilites

~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para, One-liners


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action, Adventure


About the Writer (OOC)

Hello I'm Kougar Kyle.  Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed.  All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!


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  • The cat was fuming. It was seen in the man’s eyes which were turned her way sharply, yet. His mind was made up, and it wasn’t happening. The corner of his mouth twitched, daring her to respond to it, daring her to prove him wrong in the matter. The building was abandoned for a reason. One beyond either of their control that had altered him to what he was, and kept him up at night with her incessant wailing… if he couldn’t stop such a plan, he knew a restless spirit that would be trouble for her soon enough. He wouldn’t let it get to that, no.

    “You’d have to kill me first… Even if you manage that, be damned sure you do it good, because when I crawl out of the grave you know where I’ll be headed.” Kei uttered in a matter-of-fact tone. Just as the demon was on edge, he had a way of giving off energy whether he knew it or not. Something hair-raising, mildly stomach dropping.

     The first stray bolted, he paid little notice. To the second, his head turned toward the aisle, over his shoulder. The knife was stuck into the wood grain shortly after, pulled free and holstered once again.  To hell with her, he stood promptly then, aggressively, turning around to eye the source of whatever was sending the felines’ instinct haywire. Shit. The reflectiveness of those eyes was caught... they rested higher up in the dark than the height of any theatre cat. His eyes flickered to a place or two in the auditorium’s emptiness, taking inventory, in a sense. Far-too-many visits in the past leading to mishaps, he kept his weapons around.

     “…Job’s taken.” Kei uttered lowly. Once more the tone was rasped out as he had closed his eyes prior. Letting that skulled appearance of his come forth, hollow sockets peering down the dark center aisle, ears flattening irritably. What was it? He couldn’t quite tell, acute vision defeated. The beast snarled, and deep down he grimaced… something canine. A Black Dog? Hellhound? A werewolf was even possible. He’d done a side job that pissed a small group of ‘em off a while back.

    “Is this a fuckin’ friend of yours, or just something you pulled in off the street?” Kei all but snarled. By now the strays were either absent of hiding. Once more pulling the dagger from his belt, the handle fit into his palm with the blade facing backward. What a night… and it had just gotten one helluva lot more complicated.

  • (If you would like to write. Just let me know. )

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  • The eerie sensation within the building was never aesthetic alone… although once upon a time it could have raised the hair on the back of his neck, Kei was all too used to it by now. The sensation of eyes watching. The drafts in the building. The miscellaneous sounds at night from the feline inhabitants. If any of the details had once made him jump, it was far too distant for that now. Yet not without choice words to the spirit’s occasional arrival through the walls. His eyes followed the black streak that moved within the theatre- on a mission. He knew it wasn’t an occupant, somehow. While any black cat could be any black cat, he knew not a single stray in the house with a demeanor quite like it.

    His gaze shifted back just as Kougar’s had, once he felt eyes upon him and the cat no longer held interest. “You like that? Got it from the old man.” Kei mused back in a muttered tone. The aggression was lacking where it had been prior, but that tongue of his hadn’t dulled for a second. It was a curse of its own. The concept of a filter was null, and whatever force it took to make him mind his words had to be a strong one. If there were an ounce of himself that wanted to credit the man? He thought it might as well have been just that.

    Oh… He didn’t like it. Not a single bit. It showed by the way piercing blues had shot open incredulously. The stare sobered to a gaze that was the only thing sharper than his tongue.  The moment it was cast toward her, it was evident a fuse had been lit. With each moment that passed, the shadows in the man’s face seemed to deepen. He was gritting his teeth together soon enough. It was a wonder he let her finish. Even as she quieted, he kept the scowl trained on her. Without taking a breath, once silence took over, the fuse reached its end.

    “Yeah… you think so? Why don’t you look around you? Just one more time.” Kei spat. His eyes went to the theatre seats within the audience, most dust covered, several were left in disrepair. “We’ll start here. There’s near forty strays that live in this building. They’ve either grown up here or they’ve made their own way in, but they were here well before either of us, and they’ll be here when you’re dead.” His head turned sharply back to the woman. His jawline tipped just a few degrees further to one side. “You know what ranks right next to demons on the list? Humans. They’re just as piss poor as the first in their own special way, I promise you. So you take ‘em to a shelter? Around here? and half of ‘em will be dead in a week. The other half get left in cells for the last parts of their lives or dumped on some college students that’ll have returned them in a month. Think about the things you’re pretending to be, why don’t you.”

    …Where did that come from? Spite? Anger? Was that a flash of fear even, in his eyes? He didn’t quite know himself, but a tightness in his chest and the tension in his jaw proved it was there. Finally- finally, Kei took a breath from the territorial-ness to think. A true one, filling his lungs and exhaling, giving a moment for his train of thought to catch up. “Buildings fall abandoned for a reason. The same reason I might’ve been human right now if I never walked in... You want to know more about this place..? Instead of telling you, how ‘bout I show you.” Kei then paused. Waiting for the queue on whether he’d raise from the floor for better, or for worst.

  • Happy Birthday, my dear friend! 

    You are such an amazing person, writer, and partner in crime for our stories. You inspire me every time we write and I can't think of another Cat I'd rather have by my side. 

    I hope you have a puurrrrrfect day. 

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  • The look he gave her was one of bitter, reluctant defeat to it all. Anger stepped aside for it as he remained where he sat, for now. His fingers throbbed slightly, a plea for some attention towards it, but he wouldn’t bother His eyes followed the object in her hand- A whip! Of course, she has a whip, he thought sourly all the while. Kei exhaled a breath.

    From different surfaces within the theatre walls, to those that held any reflectiveness behind the dust in the old building, something was indeed watching. Something would pass along, following the feline for the most part where it fell as undetected. Sights of black waves of fabric, translucent to a grayish tint that showed the surrounding environment nebulously. A sorrowful, whisper of a whining sound may have been heard, in a fashion that could raise one’s hairs. They came and went as quietly as a breeze would, midst the rainfall outside. The rest of the rooms past the first few were left locked, or dull of interest. A makeshift kitchen, a bathroom that was rigged with running water; however he had managed that and kept it under the radar, once upon a time.

    Kei’s head cocked to the mentioning of weapons. Where the hell had that come from? So maybe she was there longer than he had thought; it was all he had to go on. He audibly snorted when she brought the gangs, the mafia- everyone short of the Pope into the scenario playing out in that pretty little head of hers. He took another slow breath. Steady, Kei.

    “Some people collect bottle caps.” He answered, raising a brow briefly before his expression relaxed again. “The gangs are scared of me.” He answered part one with confidence and experience. A smirk wasn’t missing from the picture to the sentiment. It lasted a mere second. “And I don’t fuck with the mafia. Don’t have the time to be dealing with their shit for the rest of my life.” Kei cleared his throat. Propping a bent leg up, his forearm rested on his knee. “And the spirit..? Well, she ain’t coming out tonight. Not while it’s raining, I don’t know why, but she never has. Listen and you might hear her goddamn carrying on in the walls...”

    His eyes were cast upward then, toward the balcony spaces that held shadows he had been hiding in not too long ago. Blue hues then landed on the woman- Kougar? Kyle? He’d go with the later in his head. “Let’s hear it, then. The hell are you doing here, tonight? What’s your deal?”

  • The topic left his lips without concern for what they might do. The truth was the truth, and he wasn’t lying on behalf of what all the big-and-bad things of the world could do. He’d met a few of ‘em. He had scars to show. Things far viler than human horror stories could perceive and yet, they ran through his head as memory. They woke him up when he slept. The woman had the right idea to fear it. That’s where he thought it stopped.

    “You’re hearin’ me, then. Good, y’know I was starting to wonder there for a second.” Kei murmured bitterly. It was an agreement to the statement yet at the same time, tone of voice had always been the nails on standby for his coffin.

    The man made quick work in challenging the stare she cast him, the static that was given off by the energy that still lingered in the room. His movements were slow, yet they were of his own command. The way he did so, in disregard of the other’s presence, it was a telltale sign he had gotten away with it in the past.

    Not this time. Her movement toward the backpack caught his attention, not quick enough to see just what would be coming. The first snap of the whip was heard before it was felt. The crack of a sound filled a decent portion of the empty auditorium, followed by the man’s yell as the necklace was once more dropped upon the ground. “Shit-!?!” He howled. Even as the object dropped, his attention went to grasping a few fingers that had been holding onto it prior. [Broken? Not broken?] He didn’t have time to think before she was raising the damned thing over her head again. He dropped to the side from his crouched position in order to dodge the lash of the second strike, eventually finding a reluctant seat back on the stage. “I’m sitting! I’m fucking sitting! Take it easy, dammit!”  He shot back to her, as quick as the words could get out. Leaning forward, his forearms propped on top of bent knees, hands kept in sight, should she raise the whip again. The necklace was supervised where it lay, but no approach was made for it. He’d gone through enough hell over it for the time being.

    He watched the whip raise, an inevitable flinch as it snapped in the air. The question of ‘what and why’ hung in the air for a moment as he chose his words. None suited the situation to his liking, but as it seemed, not answering wasn’t an option. “You’re looking at ‘em.” The demand was still met with a firm stare, a scowl of an expression. “You search this building, you’re gonna find half the strays on this side of the city, and anything I brought in with me… and a ghost that has the ability to turn man to demon- those things you’re so worried about.” His voice had lowered.

    -/-

    He held true to his words, in some regards. The scents and sights of the cats that dwelled in the space were evidence of it. Hints of cat food left abandoned, places where dust had been swept away, they told the story of just why they might have chosen the theatre for themselves. As the feline entered the back hallway of the building, the scents changed vastly.

    For one, Kei himself. A nondescript room came as the first in the space. Secondly, the further back one went, those acute senses were bound to pick up gunpowder. Other volatiles similar. Under one door, boxes were stacked within the room, yet the butt of a rifle was visible near the back of the space.

    If the stray were to catch sight of a reflective surface along the way… old frames of past shows in the abandoned space, gaps in the boarded-up windows, even the glass of the mirrors within one of the empty rooms that still housed furniture. Something would pass. Translucent, whisp-like. A presence nonetheless where the glow of eyes and the sensation of being watched was felt. The figure was hard to make out and seemingly gone within the next passing second.

  •  

    The tension was real. Just about as real as the face that was staring her down now, eye contact half the mystery it had been, and it was unavoidable with the way blue hues seemed to demand it, right about then. A scowl could have been considered his resting face, but this one was a bit too intense for just that.

    Her answer came. Was he going to get a boot to the head, maybe a stray bullet she’d missed out on? Instead, it was her words. Surprising even to him, an abrupt snort of a laugh escaped as she shot it back at him. “Yeah?” He challenged, but it went nowhere further than that. The necklace remained in the palm of his hand, which grasped it tightly in a fist for the time being.

    It was a miracle. A damn miracle the man didn’t open his mouth when she spoke. Another ounce of calmness added seemed to do him wonders, chewing on her words as they came, his expression pleading to interrupt her, but all he could do was listen. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh at the whole damned romanticized picture she had set in front of him. He wouldn’t. Not when he knew she wasn’t entirely wrong. Kei gave her a long, hard stare. His head tipped to the side, a ghost of a smirk present.

    “Others were humans cast down to Hell. They clawed and dragged their way up from the bottom, through the disease and the filth, climbing over anybody that was in their way. They’re molded into demons and by the time they get to their feet, they might’ve not remembered they were human at all.” The man spoke as if it came out of a romance novel, rather than lips that were now turned to a frown. “Some are born of negative energy entirely, you ain’t wrong. Negative energy attracts ‘em more than anything, though. The guy next to you at the bus stop, the woman across the street? Something could be crawling under their skin and you wouldn’t know any different. Not until its out to get under yours.” He certainlywasn’t out to make her skin crawl.

    The corner of his mouth gave a twitch. The frown broke loose to a smirk at an alarming rate, coming from the topic they had. It was onto him, now. “Sweetheart, the very blackest.” He answered just as smoothly as he could muster, a tinge of mocking-ness to his words. “Black enough to piss off a restless spirit. Don’t think I didn’t pay for it.” The next moment, he was brazen enough to start rising to his feet. His did so steadily. With no guns in hand, his life left off the line, he had nothing but a possible black eye to wager in his mind. “Frankly, I don’t care what you want to believe,” Kei stated as he hoisted himself up, brushing off the sleeves of the hooded jacket he wore.  “Take it, or leave it… it is what it is. You can call it what you want, but I sure as Hell wasn’t born this way. I didn’t come crawling out from the flames, either.”

    “And what about you, then? I think I’d remember seeing a purple cat runnin’ around these streets.”

  • The phrase was only too simple for the man, in the meanwhile. It was a coming to terms, it was acceptance of what was plainly written across his face in scarred bone. It was his best guess. Humans couldn’t do what he could. Humans couldn’t survive what he could. Now? She was looking at him with a face he’d expect, although not at first. A look of rage rather than fear. It posed the same questions as when she had waltzed into the theatre without startling to his presence. It posed some of the same concerns and dangers as well.

    He wasn’t a mind reader, but he could read posture. The tension that went through her body, in turn making him on edge himself. What he could see of her face was twisted into a look of spite that spelled trouble. He didn’t know quite what, yet, or what he might be able to do about it. As the gun raised, his attention flickered back to it. The necklace came second. To the odd glint in her eyes, his ears turned backward.

    Before he had time to truly question why her eyes were on the item dangling from her fingers, it was thrown into the air. To the first couple shots that were sent into the air, Kei flinched. He wholeheartedly expected to feel the force of a bullet’s entry, yet… he caught on soon enough.

    “DAMMIT WHAT ARE YOU-!?” His bitter voice hissed out, shells falling to the concrete with each one shot, but it was short lived with the shots he had already taken, and those unloaded into the roof of the vacant building. The final heavy thud was the gun being tossed aside, over the ledge of the stage area where it sat as empty. A heavy energy filled the space that could put a pit in one’s stomach, wafting off the demon in waves… he was none too happy.

    The gun’s barrel was pointed to him once more, knowing not what to expect until the necklace was once more tossed skyward. "God-fucking-dammit!?" Kei snapped as the object was thrown up a second time. For a brief moment, he was forced to remind himself of what it was. An object. If only the rationale worked so well on that short-fused mind of his.

     

    Silence persisted, if allowed, where he did little other than stare at her.

    A deep exhale left his chest, and as it had done so, his right arm raised to lace his fingers through his dark hair. He swept it back in a slow, yet deliberate manner. His eyes shut. Little by little, scarred bone among other uncommon features were losing their grasp on his appearance, leaving in the form of a blackened dust that withered away to meet with the theatre's own shadow. Particle by particle.

    What was left behind was a face perhaps less unsettling than the last. The man had sharp features; a strong jaw line was tightened as his teeth clenched at the display he had just witnessed. Stubble lingered on his face, furthering the shadows on his presence in the theatre's atmosphere. A stern brow was furrowed to something of distaste that matched the words that had come out of his mouth prior. Finally, crystalline blue hues were staring back at her wide open- but damn near accusing. They then flickered to the item in his lap that had been tossed, picking up the necklace by the chain, inspecting it momentarily before casting a hard stare towards her.

     

    "...You're a piss poor shot." Kei exclaimed. His voice had lost its raspiness, settling on a deep, smooth tone. He'd keep his words calm, right about then. They were spoken through teeth tightly clenched together, but calm. Begrudgingly so; he still wanted nothing more than to make the goddamned things sting to the best of his ability. It showed on his face along with something of a questioning look.

  • Just as soon as he’d snorted to the names given, he could have felt the static he was getting from the woman. He remained ready to be hit when the time inevitably would come, expecting the cocking back of a firearm at the very worst. Until then he had given her patience one prod after the other. Kei wondered just how many jabs at it he had left.

    When she said nothing, however, he had nothing else to look at but the black cat that seemed unfazed by the ordeal. He was used to that. Cats concerned themselves with whatever they wanted to. It took either a metric ton of motivation or an ounce of curiosity to get them to move.

    Waiting silently, she was weighing her options just as much as he. His own were… well, slim. Some could get him injured or killed, and few got him out of the situation he’d found himself in. While the silence went on he listened to the rain outside the theatre that showed little signs of letting up. Soon enough, the pressure on his back released. He felt her step back. None too long after, figuring whether it was a trap of sorts or not, Kei slid his feet back underneath him and sat up until he was on his knees.

    Promptly, he left himself fall onto his rear. His legs half-crossed lazily, one knee propped up where a forearm would be sat atop it. Whatever would be spoken out of those ‘twenty questions’, he was getting himself comfortable for it. Hollow sockets remained pointed in her direction. Eye contact was something felt rather than seen as pits of dark set their attention upon her, his head cocked ever so slightly.

    “I’m a demon.” He put simply. Alongside the statement was a flick of a tail absently. “Call it a curse, to be exact… If you’ve got any other hints for me about it, then be my guest. That’s all I’ve got.” He put simply. That raspy tone was hardly hospitable, but not snapping was a start. “A helluva lot of cats if you haven’t noticed.” …so much for not snapping. “There’s a ghost in the walls, and she’s listenin’ as we speak, I don’t doubt it. You should be happy she didn’t come out and join us.” Kei’s words ended bitterly, directed to the invisible presence.

    “And what about you, Kougar was it? Couldn’t find somewhere else to go in the rain tonight?”

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