private caught in the swelter — battle, flint

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  ── /cw for some dissociation
  
  He's escaped most of the din of clashing cats, but it hasn't made any difference: it's all ringing in his ears, echoes on echoes, and the wound on his neck feels to have multiplied into eight razed crescents that spark and hiss with every sharp stagger. He keeps hearing that strange, unfamiliar voice speaking a strange, unfamiliar name, and while they raise his hackles they settle into place like they belong, like he knew them once but no more.
  
  His shoulder aches when he bumps into a tree, and it jars him enough that Roseal finally pauses, twisting around the small clearing he'd found. Grimacing deeply, he folds forward, muzzle to the ground, inhaling the wet dirt and grass, but the copper returns. It's thick on his tongue and hot as he swallows, but he knows there's nothing in his mouth— right? Fuck.
  
  He doesn't remember getting here.
  
  @FLINT.
  

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• ──── surr'oseal'isme (roseal). he/him pronouns. roamer; goes where he pleases.
  ──── approximately thirty-eight months old; not entirely certain of his own age.
  ──── single & uninterested in any romantic attachments; possibly open for flings.
  ──── very tall, scarred albino with sharply-peaked ears and a bobbed, scruffy tail.​
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[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

Water danced off of his pelt, soaking the ground he walked on as he returned to the battle. Heavy breaths signaled his exhaustion, but he wouldn't look back. Behind him, a corpse lay in the stream. He had done it. He'd won. He'd get to watch his kits be born, watch them grow up. Sandra was probably dead by now. He only had to focus on Soot, on her kits, on their future and their life and legacy and-

He'd tripped over something. Or rather, someone. With an oof, he hit the ground before looking up to see a cat, face-down in the grass. He wasn't sure he quite recognized him. Was it because of the darkness? His own bloodlust and exhaustion? Or the strange look in the cat's eye? He wasn't sure. A growl erupted from him as he felt his claws slide out from their sheaths, and he shifted into a crouch.
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  ── The sudden, unexpected contact accompanied by a growl— well, in this state, Roseal reacts purely on instinct, and instinct bears the weight of a wildering reality he's struggling to right. Instinct isn't to flee or shift back to defend himself but to react violently and aggressively, and he doesn't have time to collect his bearings before he's erupting into motion, lunging for the stranger in an attempt to force him to the ground. If he gains the leverage, muscle memory rears back a paw and aims it for the cat's eyes, his upper lip pulled back into a glinting snarl and his gaze wide with unseeing urgency.
  
  

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• ──── surr'oseal'isme (roseal). he/him pronouns. roamer; goes where he pleases.
  ──── approximately thirty-eight months old; not entirely certain of his own age.
  ──── single & uninterested in any romantic attachments; possibly open for flings.
  ──── very tall, scarred albino with sharply-peaked ears and a bobbed, scruffy tail.​
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[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

Lips pulled back so far that his gums were revealed, Flint glared back at his new adversary with claws at the ready. He leaned back, on the defense, before the other lunged towards him ferociously. The blue tom reared up in retaliation, but he misjudged how exhausted he really was. His muscles felt like sap, and he was knocked to the ground far easier than he'd ever admit. Flint would hardly have time to react before claws sliced across his eyes, earning a yowling screech of pain. He began to kick out wildly, panicked. He was vulnerable. Blood ran into his eyes and he couldn't see, his jaws remained parted in wordless yowling as victory slipped from between his toes.
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  ── He rends delicate flesh and in the coiling shadows of shapes strange and familiar, it's a lighthouse. Like he's some addled bloodhound awash in a nauseating ocean of stench, latching onto the one scent most recognizable and chasing it with murderous intent. Roseal seeks that weakness unwaveringly, a darker throat exposed in pained, thoughtless writhing. As quickly as he'd originally attacked, his reddened paw raises back again and whips down in an arc, aiming to tear into his throat and rip.
  
  

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• ──── surr'oseal'isme (roseal). he/him pronouns. roamer; goes where he pleases.
  ──── approximately thirty-eight months old; not entirely certain of his own age.
  ──── single & uninterested in any romantic attachments; possibly open for flings.
  ──── very tall, scarred albino with sharply-peaked ears and a bobbed, scruffy tail.​
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