Mala Fortuna Et Tribulatio [O]

Was it coincidence that a thick fog followed Asmodeus as he traveled away from the suburban territory he was familiar with? The night was well illuminated by a nearly full moon beginning it's waning stages. The pale light illuminated the landscape beneath it, leaving a world of varying grays for the eye to take in. The black and white rogue with the mismatched eyes took in a deep breath as he left the town behind and traveled to lands abroad, drinking in the scents of unfamiliar territory. Every now and then he would change his location, never settling too long in one place. Wherever Asmodeus went, he left wailing queens, kits, and carcasses of tom-cats behind. On his last venture out before leaving his suburbs, he even had to kill a she-cat that got too bold with him.

"You're not leaving me here alone. I won't accept it! I'm going with you!" The white she-cat had said. She'd been a pretty little thing, albino even. Her pink gaze stared after him as he approached the edge of her yard and prepared to leap over the wooden fence that surrounded it. He paused then, turning his one dark amber eye toward her with amusement. A smirk appeared on his face, which only aggravated the white she-cat further.

"You'd never last out in the wild. Stay with your owners. You and the kittens will be fine." His kittens, he was sure, but he had no intention of seeing them take their first breath. He never did with any litter that was his. House cats were always so clingy, so easily heartbroken when he inevitably left to find someone new. At least fellow alley cats like himself could understand his lifestyle. They were never particularly pleased with him when he bailed, but they didn't tend to make such a scene either. House cats nearly almost always did. They got attached so easily, as they were so naïve to the realities of the world. Too bad for them.

"No! Either you stay or I go with you!" She insisted. She walked at a furious pace toward him and her expression was hard with determination. Asmodeus frowned and his eyes narrowed. His fur bristled with annoyance and his claws itched to come out. After a moment of staring at her, his lips twitched into a grin, though his eyes suggested anything other than being cheerful.

"Pixie," He practically growled through his smile. "You stay. If you try to follow me you will regret it, I promise you." He didn't give her a chance to speak again before he leaped on top of the wooden fence and kicked off of it onto the other side. He hadn't made it more than five strides before he heard her dainty little paws hit the fence, then plop down on the concrete behind him. He kept walking, his ears rotated back to listen.

Her pace was erratic as she startled at every new thing she saw. She'd never been away from her house before, certainly not her yard. She spooked at a piece of paper blowing in the wind. He thought that might be enough to convince her to go right back where she came from, but of course she didn't. She caught up to him, now reeking of fear. What Asmodeus hadn't been expecting in the slightest was her teeth grabbing at the corner of his jaw bone, pulling the hairs there like she was the boss of him, and he was merely a rowdy kitten.

Asmodeus had spun on her so fast and sank his fangs into her neck so suddenly, she died with a confused look in her eyes. She didn't even have time to be scared before her last breath left her body. That was how he knew it was time to go. Alley cats weren't the most friendly or cordial of creatures, but they heavily looked down upon killing house cats, especially pregnant queens. Ah well. He needed to move on anyway. His reputation here was beginning to spread, which only end his fun and games.


Heavy fog covered the Old Camp, rolling in as Asmodeus approached it. This place looked... like a dump really... but it smelled like an alley way. It smelled like home. He had no doubts with this much scent around that it was occupied. He grinned subtly to himself as the excitement of a new place made his tail twitch.

"Anyone awake?" He called out softly, like a breeze. He stood directly in the middle, his ears pricked and ready to catch even the tiniest sound.

Dice roll I guess?

The member 'Tara' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Camp Invasion Dice' :

While the kicking of his siblings was certainly annoying, the warmth they brough, especially during Leafbare, was unparalleled. Which made the sudden absence of Fish all the more noticeable, with a frown Louse got to his paws following after the slinking shape of his brother. His ears ticked backwards at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the pelt along his spine bristling, before he inhaled and pushed those grievances away. He wanted to see where this would go, how Ajex and the others would react. There was moment where he debated just sleuthing in the shadows to see how it played out, but he did like Fish, or enjoyed having him around. It would be disappointing if something were to happen to his brother, especially something preventable.

Giving himself a quick preen, Louse stalked out of the shadows a cool smile on his face. "A trespasser?" echoed Louse loudly, coming to his brother's side. Amber orbs flickered to the stranger taking him in, an eyebrow quirking at the tom's interesting face markings and mismatched eyes. "He's certainly no one I'm familiar with, brother." he caught the new comer's gaze "You got a name? It is rude to not introduce yourself first." His smile widened, and his tail lazily swept the ground.

Asmodeus's first instinct upon seeing a young teenaged cat was disappointment. Was this just where a bunch of rowdy rinky-dink kittens lived? Hard pass on this area. He had far more interesting things to look for than a bunch of snot-nosed, know-nothing kittens. He watched them both approach, his expression suggesting that he was now bored and unimpressed. He looked at the first one that spoke. They wanted to act hard toward him? Okay, he could play that game.

"Crew? Ha! You guys aren't one of those cat colonies that pride themselves on smelling like the undersides of each other's tails are you?" His eyes flicked to the other one. Siblings eh? His tail tip wiggled ever so slightly as he took in the appearance of both.

"Speak for yourself about being rude. I wasn't about to introduce myself to empty air. Practice what you preach, give me your name and I'll give you mine." Asmodeus casually spread his paws evenly apart, but made it look like he was only shifting his weight. These young toms must have thought they were pretty tough together, speaking to him like that. Gangs were nothing new to Asmodeus, and in his experience, they tended to roll over when someone hissed back a little even if they were alone. There was the occasional few that felt emboldened by their numbers and would still attack though, and Asmodeus was already planning how to handle it if it came to that.

At the mention of his name, Louse pushed himself up taller. "He's clearly dumb, Fish." he purred "And new to the area." Louse flicked his tail, raising it above his head in the direction of where the new face came from.  "The exit is that way, smell ya' later!" He felt Fish step closer to him, and his eyes fell to the tom's subtle shift in stance. Somebody thought they were big and tough... He was extremely dumb then, he was no match for anyone in the crew, and he was more than likely underestimating him and Fish. They could probably take the bicolour in a fight. The tortoiseshell was almost tempted to try his luck, but it would be funnier if he didn't get hurt and one of the bigger cats chased him off, while he and Fish got to laugh safely on the side lines. "I said 'smell ya' later'" he repeated, raising his voice again.