04-26-2018, 02:03 AM
★★★
Cherry could understand one’s uncertainty around having responsibilities, expectations to live up to. Or... almost, for from what she could remember, she had once held a position - a rather high one -, and she had still done whatever the hell she wanted. If someone gave her shit for it? She’d gave them what they deserved, in due time. No one disrespected their queen without consequence- of course, Cherrywine hadn’t really been a queen, since she was pretty sure those... weren’t really a thing, but close enough, right? Not like it mattered, anyway- high position or not, no one who valued their life, or at least the quality of their life, was going to disrespect her this time around. The tabby hadn’t really been seen much lately, likely because she’d been up to activities rather similar to Jerseyboy; wandering the lands outside her own, searching for another place to spend her time, at least for a bit, since there really wasn’t much keeping her in Tanglewood. Unlike Jersey, though, she hadn’t encountered any other clans yet. She’d come across a group of loners, or something, at one point, and they knew how to party, but aside from that, nothing much. Just some rocks and trees, some land a little drier than her current home.
When she didn’t quite feel up to crossing all the marshy land to find her way to fresher air and drier land, Cherry usually kept to Tanglewood territory, walking down the border in hopes of coming across an interesting character rather than people like the assumed crackheads she had encountered on her previous patrols of the territory. It seemed today would be her lucky day, too, for rather than some bitchy lady or a rambling stranger, she spotted a tuxedo tom on the ground only a few feet away.
And he was a fucking babe.
Now, maybe she couldn’t quite tell because of the position he had himself twisted into, but Cherry liked to think she had a good sense of these kinds of things, and if she wasn’t wrong, he was hot as fuck. For the first time in weeks, she’d found a guy she might want a piece of (the ladies here were okay, but they were a bit more difficult to woo, and she wasn’t around enough for that)- that is, if he didn’t turn out to be a complete loon.
[color=#90000c]"You’re never gonna get out of there if you keep struggling, darling," the slightly younger femme would croon as she approached, bending down beside the handsome stranger. Normally, Cherrywine would leave a trespasser tied up until she found out who they were, but since she kind of wanted to be on his good side and he wasn’t technically trespassing, she was giving this guy a pass. She drew her dagger, which she held close to the hilt, before requesting - or, perhaps it was closer to an order -, "Hold still for a second." Without waiting for a response - if he moved, he was an idiot and would probably lose his leg in a couple days -, Cherry leaned forward, carefully attempting to wedge her blade between Jersey’s leg and the rope before beginning to saw at his bonds, warm breath that was as sweet as her name ruffling the newcomer’s dark fur as she worked. As long as he followed her instructions, she’d make it through the rope rather quickly, and allow it to fall to the ground. Stepping back, Cherrywine pushed long cream fur out of her eyes and offered Jerseyboy a coy smile before she spoke again. "The name’s Cherrywine, babe- call me Cherry, though." Offer him a nickname- that usually made people more comfortable. “And who are you? You’re not from around here." She was just stating the obvious, but a conversation starter was a conversation starter, right?
"speech"