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Discussion in 'Sundale Park' started by The Governor, Sep 8, 2017.

  1. The Governor

    The Governor The Walking Dead
    You kill or you die.

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    OOC: After @Selina Kyle briefly turned feral, she released all the wild cats, big and small, from Pandora Zoo (more information), who followed her to Pandora Town. Here is what happened afterwards to the main bulk of the group. The goal is to subdue them and ship them back off to the zoo, but feel free to kill a few out of self-defence or cruelty. There's no posting order and I'll move the action on now and again.

    Tag: Completely open, but tagging in @Chief Judge Hershey, because it’s essentially her picnic that’s being gatecrashed by cats. :p Also, @Lady Margolotta! Kudos to @Lanni who suggested a guardsman’s picnic as the backdrop of the attack.

    Date: 17th July, Year 6.



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    They sure as hell made a surreal sight.

    A one-eyed tiger was leading along a ragtag gang of siblings, lions, leopards, pumas, jaguars and other smaller cats. Excluding the leader of the crude militia, they were in poor condition, the sharp, jutting outline of bones showing through their dull pelts.

    He’d stumbled across ‘em a day ago in Blackhaven. He’d been spyin’ on a pig ignorant yahoo who’d made it on to his bucket list when he’d caught the tangy, irresistible scent of a tigress in heat, which he’d tracked down to some kinda derelict self-storage facility.

    The cats had managed to get ‘emselves trapped inside one of the big, cavernous storage units. He’d figured they must’ve been there since that whole trouble with Selina, cos of the state of their health. They’d preyed on each other a little judging by the piles of faded bones and dried out old skins on the ground. Water had been leaking out a busted pipe that’d come loose from a scum covered brick wall, preventing ‘em from dyin’ of dehydration.

    He’d been surprised at the pity, the empathy, that’d almost had him rushing to free ‘em, his own imprisonment in the zoo playin’ out in his mind over and over again. His wardens had withheld food from him, made him ferociously hungry, forced him to sleep on coarse concrete and cardboard.

    It was that bitterness and hatred that'd won out over the pity, the empathy.

    One of his rare remaining scouts had made him aware of somethin’ like a government picnic taking place in Sundale Park. He hadn't intended to launch an attack, figuring they might’ve been expecting trouble after he’d hit the career’s day festivities last season, but using wild cats as weapons? Well… Now… How could he pass up the opportunity?

    The Tigernor could see a break up in the woods ahead, the flat green expanse of the park stretching out beyond. He tightened his grip on the clothes in his jaws, which he’d stolen from Selina, along with her bra and panties, using ‘em to get the cats to follow him from Blackhaven to Silverpool. He’d stuck to twisting alleys, desolate back roads, wooded areas, making sure they weren't spotted or the cats didn't get distracted by a prospective meal.

    He stopped near the fringes of the dense brush that bordered the park, one of the lionesses stalking up to him to sniff at the clothes dangling from his mouth. Other cats were more interested in the rich, meaty smells of barbecue wafting from the direction of the park, along with the soft murmur of laughter and chat.

    They froze up as a gangly teenage boy wobbled over to the brush, t-shirt tied around his waist, his bare torso shining in the hard afternoon light. He set down a plastic cup of somethin’ sharp smelling on a tree stump, then fumbled with his fly, a line of pee arcing over the brush and splattering the lioness’s broad head. She stood there blinking slowly.

    Two of her sisters were quick to react, throwing ‘emselves over the brush and slamming into the boy’s chest. They tore out huge chunks of his arms, chest, belly, and gobbled ‘em down urgently, their growls providing a low bass line to his shrill, tortured screams. The Tigernor hoped they were still a little too far away from the center of the park to attract attention. Couldn’t have the surprise ruined so soon, hmm?

    The other cats were starting to bristle and snarl, ready to announce ‘emselves as the true guests of the picnic and bag their meals.


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  2. The Governor

    The Governor The Walking Dead
    You kill or you die.

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    Cat Person
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    He padded deeper into the park, leading along his crude militia. Some of the lions had dropped out to feed on the drunk kid, making all kindsa guttural growls and sharp, squelchy ripping sounds. He didn't bother tryin’ to herd ‘em back into his army. No way in hell were they gonna listen to him and abandon perfectly good fresh meat.

    His battalion of cats came across more plain vanilla humans. He lost the last shreds of his control over ‘em, the remaining lions first to disobey. The females ran as one to tear down a big buffalo of a man, who was holding a cardboard plate loaded with burgers and hotdogs. A bulky male lion with a thick mane tailed ‘em, no doubt planning to shove his ladies aside and fill his own belly.

    The Tigernor wished that he’d been made a lion. All those females surrounding him, recognizing his status as the patriarch. Instead, he’d ended up a solitary creature that was on the brink of extinction.

    There was a noisy rustling from the broad, pale trees on his left. He turned his head to see a leopard, intricate spots on bright yellow pelt, maneuvering her way up branch after branch, dragging along the corpse of a young lady by her throat. Her blonde hair had spilled out behind her like a horse’s flared tail, brushing against the crusty bark, collecting leaves and bugs.

    Smaller cats had no chance of bringing down humans. They darted and flitted like moths around the park, nibbling at any remains left by their bigger counterparts.

    Most folk had the good sense to stagger violently to their feet, ditching their cardboard plates of half eaten burger or sausage or token salad. The small cats were happy to finish off these scraps, too, oblivious to the stampede of human feet.

    Shouts, screams, obscenities cracked out across the park, the air thick with the metallic smell of breached bodies and seeping blood. It sure made a change to the sweet, gassy stink of decay that his herds of biters always brought with ‘em.

    If he’d been a man, he would’ve grinned at the chaos all around him, but he could only stare calculatingly, still holding Selina’s clothes in his jaws. He was enjoying using these cats as his tools, his weapons, although he no longer had any control over ‘em. It was an added bonus that he blended in so well with the whole striped and spotted crowd. With people distracted by ‘em, he could work on going after his targets now.

    The Tigernor crept over to some thick brush, branches and leaves hiding him from sight. He dug a shallow hole with his paws, burying the clothes under a thin layer of dark dirt and twigs. You couldn’t bite with your mouth full. If he got the opportunity, he’d retrieve ‘em before he left, in case they were found by so-called figures of authority and traced back to Selina. She might tell ‘em everythin’ about him, or get the blame and wind up in jail. Who’d rub his belly then?

    Keeping low to the ground, he slunk through the brush, hoping to track down his targets...


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    #2 The Governor, Oct 23, 2017
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