THE WRAITH.
soldier of infinity
The month was July, the season was summer- or at least according to the City cats who knew about human customs. He'd been with Infinity for four moons now, and settled in quite well, if his superiors praises were anything to go off of. So busy with missions, he'd been, that he wouldn't have even noticed the passage of time if it weren't for the weather going from chilly to sweltering. Going off the age Infinity's doctors believed him to be around, he should have already experienced summer once in his life time, though he was unable to recall such a time in his life. There'd been freezing cold, rushing water that had stolen his breath and swept him to the city, pain and numbness when he'd washed ashore, and then all he had known was his saviors, Infinity.
During his time with them, however, he'd definitely found he came to enjoy being out at night more than he did the day. In the winter, his black spotted pelt had clashed spectacularly with the snow. He somehow recalled snow in a forest being more pure than any found in the City, more mucky slush than true snow, though he knew he didn't blend in either way unless afforded the cover of night. It was bit easier to work with the shadows as winter melted into spring and then summer, he would admit, but again- his pelt was of the night, he was of the night. The night, inky blackness struggling to engulf all in its sight, was him.
Therefore, as he weaved his way through the City under the cover of a moonless night, he felt gratitude to his saviors, even if the heat rising off the pavement still was near unbearable. It felt like it might have melted his paws off, if he hadn't already experienced worse pain in his short life.
At last he came upon the abandoned building he'd been instructed to head towards and wait in. Apparently Infinity were partnering with another local group struggling for a foothold in the City, and he was to help educate one of their members. If his teaching for them proved fruitful, he might be invited to teach more yet, and would have the honor of securing an alliance for his saviors, one that would put them in a very strategic spot to secure more territory within the City, and therefore more members to bolster their numbers.
He didn't always like what his superiors asked of him, but he did feel indebted to them. They saved his life, and it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. He didn't remember who he was. They'd bestowed him with a new title, and they'd offered him opportunities to repay their kindness. He was their Wraith and didn't hesitate in cutting down those who would wish ill upon his saviors.
So he waited in the shadows inside the building, thankful to escape the heat of the paved streets outside, for who he was to train.
THE WRAITH.
soldier of infinity
As expected, her petite frame was misleading. She held muscle beneath her beautiful pelt, as evidenced by how the breath was driven from him when she kicked up into his stomach. It allowed her the perfect opportunity to stun him with another blow to the face and put distance between him, the feel of her claws dragging across his cheek, even if shallowly, catching him by surprise.
He stood and stared for a moment once more, having to take a moment to remind himself that this was only a spar and not the usual fights to the death he was used to. If he inadvertently killed this she-cat, he knew not only would he have hell to pay but so would all of Infinity. Crimson Moon would not take the killing of one of their assets lying down, after all.
Where he was a brick wall, she was the wind. He was unshakable, she moved so fast it was hard for the eye to track. The charcoal Bengal was aware of her moving, tensing to meet her blow with one of his own, but then she was changing course faster than he could register and trying to choke him out. Without hesitation he reared up, tipping backwards to crush her into the concrete floor and beneath him, using the moment to really drive an impact into her. If she wanted to play rough enough to bring out claws, he would meet her on that level.
Twisting around once her hold loosened, he drove a back paw into her soft belly before showing her what a real headbutt felt like. Considering he couldn't remember anything before Infinity because of a blow to the head, it was safe to say he knew the amount of trauma his head could take. "Proximity is dangerous for you, little spider," he warned, voice low since they were face to face and there was no one else in the room who needed to hear him speak. "Good speed, but you need more fluidity. Don't think too much."
Truthfully it was hard to nitpick her like this, since against other cats out there she would more than easily hold her ground, but he wasn't any other cat. They didn't do things that any other cats did. He'd been sent her to train her, and he'd be ruthless about it. He didn't fail, she couldn't fail.
Arachnae
Black Widow of The Crimson Moon
Her blue gaze watched the dark bengal, observing his every move from his paw movements to his chest rising and falling with calm breaths. Arachnae couldn’t deny it, but the Wraith was very handsome, there was some kind of attraction that the ginger and white molly had towards him but she couldn’t tell if the tom had been with his group his whole life.. It was extremely hard to read him, and it was pretty easy to read cats as the Crimson Room had taught her well. The molly didn’t expect any verbal communication from The Wraith, she had heard from her handlers that the young dark bengal didn’t speak much.. But he followed his orders, and Ara couldn’t help but respect that.
Nodding towards the tom when he grunted, Ara couldn't help but frown as the larger tom soon backed away into the shadows. Was he leaving? Did he think that she wasn’t worthy to train? It wasn’t until moments later, the tom suddenly launched at her and the assassin’s face widened slightly when the tom tackled her. Ara quickly kicked his stomach hard enough to cause the tom to loosen his grip on her before her left paw went to strike him in the cheek, causing her hooked claws to create a gash across his cheek.
While The Wraith was distracted, she quickly had to find a way to get underneath the tom and grabbed his head with her paws before giving him a head-butt which caused the tom to stumble off her. Quickly rolling out the way, Ara soon scrambled to her paws and watched as the tom in front of her was watching her closely.
Why was he staring at now?
She couldn’t tell if The Wraith was figuring out what she needed to improve on within her fighting moves, or if he was trying to figure out how to completely take her down. The ginger and white molly soon charged towards him and slid underneath him, before leaping on his back to wrap her foreleg around his neck and tightened her grip and put the tom in a sleeper hold. Ara knew this would be an intense sparring match, she was hoping that she would make it out alive and in one piece after this was all over.
THE WRAITH.
soldier of infinity
Time seemed to slow as he stood there in the shadows, the arrival of who he was waiting for looming above him. His green eyes glowed from the depths of ink in which he'd shrouded himself, allowing the she-cat who finally entered the building to immediately identify his presence and position. She stank of Crimson Moon, and he instantly knew this must be his charge.
For a moment he stood and studied her, noting the slight build that was terribly misleading. Without a doubt, having watched the way she slunk into the room, he knew she was hiding power in that dainty form. She was stunning, if he was being honest. She was terrifying, the perfect weapon already. How did Crimson Moon or his saviors expect him to improve her anymore?
With a graceless grunt of affirmation, he slunk from the shadows like the ghost he was named after, drawing to a halt a respectful distance from her.
Another beat steeped in silence passed.
Then he was lunging, holding nothing back but his claws as he struck at her. To truly understand what it was he was supposed to teach her, he needed to gauge her skillset. What better way was there than a no-holds barred, sudden spar? He had enough confidence in his own skills and control that walking away after this would be possible, for both of them, though he didn't doubt they'd both earn their fair share of bruises.
Arachnae
Black Widow of The Crimson Moon
Ginger ears flicked slightly at the sounds of the city surrounding her, her paws pressing against the hot concrete as she made her way elegantly through the city. Her light blue gaze looked around, watching the humans walking on the sidewalks and cars passing by. Arachnae decided to move safely within the alleyways, not wanting any attention on herself. Remaining silent as she passed by a couple of cats who looked over at her, ignoring their calls for her. In reality, she would love to smash their faces into the concrete walls within the building.. But it would delay her meeting with the Wraith, and she knew these soldiers of Infinity were quite strict with anything.
Looking up, she couldn’t see the stars within the sky as it was too cloudy. The moon wasn’t present, and the cool summer breeze flowed gently through the night sky. Arachane had been chosen today to be trained by a soldier of Infinity, after many months of training. Her handlers had chosen the small ginger molly after a series of tests within skill and how quickly she climbed the ladder unlike her peers. Arachnae was found as a newborn kit by a couple of handlers that were exploring the area after a broken house had collapsed after years of rotting. It was extremely cold in Russia that night, and everyone suspected that there wouldn’t be any survivors until Alek, one of the main handlers, found a crying kit within the rubble. A dying molly had a newborn Arachnae underneath her, protecting her. Without any word exchange, the mother passed her daughter to the dark brown tabby, and Alek looked at her and nodded.. Silently making a vow that Arachnaee would be safe with him.
After that day, Alek kept that promise.. But not in a way that Arachnae’s mother had probably expected. The Crimson Moon was a gang of cats, mostly females. They were a group of assassins that worked quietly to take out opponents while trying to take over cities. After taking a boat from Russia, she finally arrived from the city after settling in just a couple of days ago in a nearby forest. Her father Alek had explained that her assistance was needed in the city, and a handler called Ivan would have control of her while she was in the city. After being briefed, the ginger molly had to find The Wraith at a certain spot of the city. They would begin training, the Wraith would help train her and teach her new things that she hadn’t known before
Spotting a black bengal nearby, her light blue eyes narrowed slightly as Arachnae approached him “Greetings.” The ginger molly spoke, her Russian accent never disappearing from all those months away from her homeland.. The tom in front of her looked around the same age as her, maybe one month older than her at most. His green gaze watched her closely, observing her. It was a standoff between the two cats. Looking around, she was making sure that no other cats were present before looking at the larger tom and tilted her head slightly “Shall we get started?” She questioned, as The Wraith was her teacher. Ivan had said that she must listen to every word that the dark tom would say, although the elderly tom refused to transfer ownership to the Wraith. No.. Arachnae didn’t have freedom, she belonged to the Crimson Moon and her handlers. - f70505