Whale of a Tale (OPEN)

[jackelyn]

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Trigger Warning: Violence/gore (not real), Lucifer being a large ham

It was a bright, sunny winter's day with the New Year just around the corner and Lucifer was fully engaged in one of his favorite hobbies and greatest talents: lying. In this case specifically, making up stories for the wide-eyed group of young rogues he had caught scrounging around the Ruined Camp. He had found them totally by accident and, to be honest was planning on walking right on by and letting them do their thing (Lucifer was morally against fighting when outnumbered plus like, why bother?) but then one had caught sight of him. And frozen in visible fear with a little squeak. Then the others had seen him too, they had also frozen in fear. Like at that point how could Lucifer not stop?

Putting on his meanest, grimmist BloodClan attitude Lucifer ordered them all to come gather around him "or I'll cut off your paws, one by one" and they nearly tripped over themselves to obey. He was a Big Bad BloodClanner after all. The first one that they had seen, since they were the ages of young apprentices and, that also meant they only knew about BloodClan's bloody brutal defeat over the rogues.

Lucifer actually smiled, he was so pleased about it which made one of the little rogues give a tiny sob. Ok, that one wasn't just because of the reputation, no one ever had said nice things about Lucifer's smile, in fact it often kept recipients up at night.

Cut to, Lucifer right in the middle of a series of totally wild and improbable stories about BloodClan. Each one was gorier and more violent than the last and, except with a few details (like wearing the teeth of defeated enemies around their necks) all totally lies. Absolute whoppers, blue whales of tales, smoke and mirrors. Lucifer wasn't just taking them for a ride, he was taking them on a rollercoaster of Bloodthirsty BloodClan Battles and, then straight to the cleaners to wash that blood off and get ready for round two. Empires rose and fell in Lucifer's stories, warriors and leaders suffered gruesome deaths, and of course throughout it all the dashing hero Lucifer somehow played a key and extremely violent role. In fact after the first story it was mostly bald-faced lying about his exploits, you couldn't even call them exaggerated because first there would have to be something to exaggerate.

And the little rogues ate. It. Up.

Lucifer liked to chew the scenery but at this point he was biting chunks off. He never got chances to do this in BloodClan, he was too careful and, what was that old saying about s***ing where you sleep? Nah Lucifer was too smart to let himself get caught like that. Especially since it behooved him not to have his own actions carefully examined, for instance let's just say he told a story about his role in the battle with the rogues, and then someone started to think about Lucifer's role in the battle with the rogues, well that would go very poorly for Lucifer. As far as BloodClanners were concerned, Lucifer was like a cockroach, constantly surviving to live another day and that had to mean something.

"... held the dog down and then I gouged out its eyes in retribution for what it did to BloodClan" Lucifer told his enthralled audience, but it wasn't just his audience, he was so caught up in what he was doing that for the first time in years he wasn't paying close attention to his surroundings! "But I wasn't about to stop there, in BloodClan we always reciprocate the pain we're dealt and more... Remember that... so as the warriors held the dog down I tore off it's most sensitive-"


NOTES // You can interrupt him! BloodClan rumors have to get started somehow! Whale Prompt
TAGGED // Open to ANY BloodClanner!
WORDS // 618
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[✦dreamy]

ASTER Hear me once more, and show me your smile. This time, for sure, I’ll see the truth hidden inside your tears. But I know you're gone. So I will go on, howling and HOLLOW. TAG jackelyn WORDS 582 count NOTES sorry for the wait!!! Aster is living for Lucifer's stories. xD

He didn't know where his paws had taken him, nor why he was staring at the ruined camp that had once belonged to BloodClan.  He'd heard about it as a small kit, Marigold often telling him these stories to put him to sleep. Of course, their mother would find them, batter at his older brother's ear, and hush them to sleep before she would grab their father. Marigold would just laugh at his mother and Aster couldn't help but chuckle quietly with him. The memory pained him, wishing things might have turned out somewhat differently. But he would have never found Gemini had they, who was currently doing whatever it was that Gem did. He'd followed his scent earlier in the day, hoping to catch up with the older tom. Instead, he had found himself in a run-down area, others sifting around the debris to see what they could find.  He'd decided that he wanted nothing to do with it. One, he didn't know these cats and he didn't know if they knew each other. He was more than happy to take off. Two, this area looked like it might collapse at any moment, and he couldn't trust these rogues to help him out if that were the case.  Turning on his heel, ready to leave it all behind, a shadow had appeared and commanded them all to him. His nerves felt like electricity, coursing through his veins with a pain that he couldn't control. He kept to the back, obeying and praying to whatever there was that he wasn't about to become a meal. That's what they said about BloodClan, right? That they were cannibals?  So you can imagine both his surprise and awe when the chocolate and white tom began reciting stories, rather than serving dinner. His blue eyes had widened a considerable amount during the scary parts in amazement, unlike the rogue next to him who sobbed and shook with fear. Aster - though he was aging - seemed to be about their age. He was on the smaller side and he often did act kitten-like at times, but he was an adult. Perhaps that was why he took to the other tom's stories like a duck to water. In truth, it had been because of Marigold, his older brother's stories so vivid and full of adventures that Aster would often bother him for a second story before bed. Now, the tom was dead and Aster had no one to tell him stories anymore. One of the rogues had screamed and ran off, pelting into the tree surrounding the forest, cutting off whatever it was that the tom was about to say. He grumbled, shooting an icy glare in the cat's direction despite him being unable to see them. He wanted to hear what happened next and no one here truly seemed keen on listening to the story the way he was.  He pushed past the younger cats, no longer scared of them and what they would do. They were clearly too terrified of the big, scary 'monster' in front of them. Once he made his way to the front, he plopped down, eyes wide with awe and tail flicking back and forth with excitement. "What happened next?!" He asked with a grin. "Did BloodClan win? Did you take down the dog's leader? What other stories do you have?" He felt the shaking of the other cats grow with each word he spoke, a few commenting that he would likely be a dead cat soon.

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[jackelyn]

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"… and then the dog began to bleed out…" Lucifer said much too satisfactorily, he was enjoying to no end the look of horror on their faces. He continued on, embellishing every detail he could think of so it was really no surprise when one little kit, unable to take it anymore let out a shriek, leaped up and ran off. Thrown off his stride Lucifer glared after the rogue. "Well there’s no need for hysterics" he said icily. "Anyone else want to leave?" he coldly swept a gaze through his audience, but, they all seemed rooted in place, that is, except for one little tom.

But, this little tom wasn’t running away… he was coming forward. Lucifer began to preen as the tom piped up eagerly. Ah yes, here it was, his ideal audience in the flesh… Look at those big blue eyes! Not for the first time Lucifer thought that he could get used to being looked at like that, with awe and adoration, like he was the creator of the universe or something. Although, considering the amount of fabrication going into these stories, he basically was.... "Well now aren’t you the eager beaver" he purred. Now that the tom was closer it was clear he wasn’t as young as Lucifer had originally thought, but, that was no big deal, an audience was an audience. Plus Lucifer was quite young* himself.

"Of course BloodClan won" he replied. "I took down the leader of the dog pack myself, it was a ferocious bloody fight, but, I was too quick for him… dogs are big bumbling creatures, no match for me." he gazed down at the tom, feeling indulgent, something about the way the tom was hanging onto his every word while around him the rest of the group trembled like leaves in the wind. "I have many stories, more than you can imagine" he meowed. "Stories of valor, heroism, war. But, what is your name? Let me reward a good audience. What story would you like to hear?" One little rogue off to the right gave a tiny whimper at the thought of another story but Lucifer steadfastly ignored it, he wasn’t asking her after all.

* Let him have this…


NOTES // I thought Aster was much younger, so, that is why maybe the references to age, is a little weird. Sorry! xD
TAGGED // ✦dreamy
WORDS // 369
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[✦dreamy]

ASTER Hear me once more, and show me your smile. This time, for sure, I’ll see the truth hidden inside your tears. But I know you're gone. So I will go on, howling and HOLLOW. TAG jackelyn WORDS 391 count NOTES just chillin'~ and you are good! aster looks and acts younger than he is and sometimes, i even forget how old he is xD

He warmed slightly as the tom purred at his eagerness to know more. Aster didn't mind it though, his expression hardly faltering and his ears perking forward to hear the remaining story over the terrified sounds of the cats around him. As the tom continued, he pictured every word in his head. The tom leaping for the dog pack's leader, the way he took out the canine as if he were nothing more than another piece of prey. Of the other dogs displaying their fear and bolting at the sight, hundreds of cats chasing them off. Clan cat's had those kinds of numbers, right? He couldn't help but stare at the chocolate and white tom with awe, and the tom seemed to be watching him the most. It was more so obvious when Aster was addressed rather than the other cats around him.  At first, that electric feeling of nerves slammed back into him, warning him and his heart raced. There was whimper next to him and the feeling was instantly gone as he shot a glare to the she-cat next to him. The tom wasn't that terrifying, truly, though his gut-feeling had something else to say about that. Aster turned his nose up to the she-cat and instantly gave the other tom a shy look. He hated being the center of ... well, anything. His voice was small as he introduced himself, wrapping his tail around his small paws in a way to comfort himself. "A-Aster." He replied, slowly finding his courage as more stories were promised. "What's your name? So I can tell everyone who the second best story teller is!" The first would always be his brother (sorry Lucifer!). He thought about the type of story he might like to hear next. The good thing about Aster was that all stories delighted him. Horror, romance, fantasy; one could tell him any kind of story and he would happily sit and listen the whole day. If he were being honest, his intentions were just that: stay all night listening to stories. "Do you have any horror stories? Or anything in that line?" He heard the group of cats gasp, some he felt the eyes of as they glared at his back. Though he had the biggest smile on his face, the other cats were not intent on being frightened even more by the BloodClan tom.

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