!I GOT SHOT IN THE FACE!

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rotmouth.
drinking cement like it's going out of style

character! >> rotmouth
post! >> complete
comments! >> open for anyone. rotty's a rogue. good to be back on brc.


Vulture wings and razor rings, this filth it clings to vile things... It seeped into his skin through the blunt wires of fur, saturated Rotmouth with a distinct dirtiness and supple rank. His face was bony, blunt and bloody, the liquid dried black around his nostrils where it pooled. He flared his nose, keeping it low to the ground while he lifted a dirt-encrusted paw tentatively. There was a leggy and decayed sort of grace to his skeletal body as he picked up cautious momentum forward, reminiscent of a jiggy monster, fresh from the ether. The bloody sores on his side, the balding patches of filth and fur clung to him like the garments of a wraith from the tales of old.

He was sublime in his wretchedness, and surreal in the creaky quality of his motion.

Rotmouth's sides were slatted like bars, a ribCAGE, and his cheeks were sunken, his eyes swollen. With his rangy limbs and the swaying skin attached to them, he had a long stride that made his body totter as he picked up a trot out of the treeline. As sunlight exploded into his head, he hissed a bit and shook, eying the oppressive light with something of contempt. His broken teeth peeked from black lips, frightened too of the sun. The brightness was a shotgun to the head after so long and he nearly crooned with the pain of it all. Blackened lip corners turned down distastefully.

It was cold here, in this plain where the warmth was afraid to go. The sunlight pelted with white and raw force, but the still air was stale and cold, breathed in like dry crackers. The colors here were stripped of vibrancy and floated about in the too-bright air as if sprinkled with bone dust, and he blinked through the cloud of flies that surrounded him, trying to decipher the intensely lit surroundings.

He stared at the sun now, unwisely, until the orb burned a wormhole in his vision, a hideous yellow circle in his vision that faded to a bruise blue when he closed his eyes. Hissing and shaking out his head, he shook from his aggravation at his new geometric blindness, his nosebleed, his cold.

(Crows called from paces away 'COLD, COLD', which is salt in the wound, thinks he.) And he stands at a grumpy hunker, this grotesque portrait of a tomcat that once was. He does not let himself wonder why he is here and instead stood motionless underneath his burden of blood and mud and other elements of the Mother's earth, holding up the elements with his skeleton back.

[kee :]]

carli ,,

give your feet a chance.
they'll do all the thinking.

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Zephyr's teaching had be extremely helpful in the next days after the meeting. Hunting had become a daily and easy task for the young she-cat. Her brother took no notice in joining her, of course. He didn't want to get involved with other rogues that could be potentially dangerous. Reckless, they had gotten into a mini argument and didn't speak for a matter for two minutes. But since Carli and Jai lived together and spent almost every second of their waking life together, ignoring each other made life lonely and boring. After Carli had promised never to talk to cats she didn't know, Jai finally allowed her to go hunting by herself. How could you not talk to anyone you don't know when you don't know anyone?

So when this obvious question popped into her head, Carli decided that it would be a good idea to meet cats that she could get to know and then have friends. But she would never talk to cats she didn't know, of course. She would never disobey her brother but his logic made her question. Jai was much more reserved then Carli was. Carli wanted friends and to help other cats. She loved company and talking and all that other stuff that involved getting to know someone. But what she wanted most of all was someone other than her brother. Don't take me wrong! Carli loved her brother more than you could ever imagine. They were attached at the hip! But she just wanted a change from the good ol' Jai. She wanted... Something that she hadn't experienced in a while. Excitement. Or was it... Danger

Deep in the brush, the thorny unkept brush, was nothing but a small cat. Two small orbs colored a pale gray stared at the glade beyond her. She had never, never in her wildest dreams, thought she'd travel this far and yet there she crouched, deep in the bushes next to a giant cave that looked too dark to go through at that time. If there was one thing that Carli was afraid of, it would be darkness without Jai. It made her feel so lonely and the world seemed to be quieter in the dark which always was a little creepy. Carli decided that it would be a smart idea if she left the cave for another time.

Something else had already reached her that interested her.

In the distance, Carli was positively sure that she had seen something moving. Moving slowly too, because when she adjusted her eyes to the bright sun shining on the flower smothered glade, she knew that there was a cat out there. A lone cat. Grinning, a large fluffy she-cat emerged from her dark hiding spot. She stretched her cramped legs and shook her long multi-shaded brown pelt until it was free of dust and ferns. She concluded that it would be bad to scare the cat off, so she would approach slowly and hope that he could smell her. But when she thought that through, he would possibly think that she was after him or something.

That was too complicated for Carli and she decided to take a chance. If he got fierce, she would run and try to loose him. It was as simple as that, right? Her dark brown legs began to move quickly at a constant trotting pace through the flower smothered glade. She was only eight moons old yet she felt older than that. She had been through so much that this, another episode, would just be another day. She knew that one day she would look back on this and think how reckless it was because she began to realize as she approached the newcomer that he was nothing like any other cat she had ever seen. The closer she got, the more she saw. Scabs, blood, bugs, dirt... It made her wrinkle her nose in disgust, yet she moved on.

The saying, don't judge a book by its cover was a thought that a human would have thought in this situation but out here, no one could read the back and find out what this was all about. Realizing this, Carli stopped several fox-lengths away, staring with wide surprised eyes at the cat. She wasn't scared, more worried. Did he know he actually looked the way he did? Because if he didn't the guy needed a little help...[/blockquote][/sub]

[kee :]]

I know that you have a reason... But it's been a while.
Just want to make sure you haven't forgotten. :]

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<sub>D: holy moses~
Oh my god, I'm really sorry!

Posting right now. <333333</sub>

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rotmouth.
dining with vultures
sleeping with roaches

character! >> rotmouth - is that the curtain closing?
post! >> all done.
comments! >> i have no excuses for this taking so long.

Vein snap, a hollow crack brought muscle to bone to bone and back again. Shiver short, Rotmouth gave a little quake under the desaturating sunlight. His skin had not seen much more than earth (the grave sort, moist murk) and this open air had him stale and curling like ancient paintings. Paling a pallid pant, his tongue rippled, lolled and quivered from the narrow jawline.

Tongue, jaw and face together were black, blotched, blighted.

He was skeleton scant, this figure huddled in cobweb and bone and filth. Flies hovered like little lanterns, orbiting in the erratic way that they do. Like satellites, but broken.

And they have radars, these satellites and they swing wide, alert the mental sleeper. Rotmouth blinks, and one of his tiny satellites scoots back into the atmosphere, away from those barren gray eyes (they are the color of dead doves) as they shift, roll over to the stranger like the unwanton corpses of blast victims.

His tongue was still slack, filthy and lifeless where it hung from the arch of his jaw. His skull rotated to fix on her, eyes moving but teeth still as Carli's descent upon him was carefully executed.

He had not seen a cat in months.

As if he were a landmark, a earth-covered mound (perhaps he thinks his mud and gore is camouflage?) he is still, his vertebrae tiny hills perhaps imperceptible. Maybe, thinks he in this adrenaline dementia of sunlight and company, maybe if he is a statue of nature, she will simply pass.

She does not pass, he notices.
She does not carry on, he sees.
She only watches him, he worries.

Rotmouth draws his tongue back in, licks his stained teeth for a moment (it makes them dirtier) before his face contorts itself awkwardly into a smile, looks as if the rust will flake off from the misused hinges in those undercurrents of subtle sinew (for his face is a delicate engine, all bells and whistles, all broken).

The smile is not a smile. It is a baring of teeth.

"What?"

His voice breaks around it, like bamboo or the femur of your favorite niece.

[kee :]]

C A R L I

_{higher heals and lipstick napkins
dying is your latest fashion}

Dirt and grime covered, the skinny not well kept tomcat stood. When the younger she-cat approached him slowly, she began to notice how peely and scabby his skin was. Bugs were crawling his thin fur. He didn't smell to pleasant either. How could he walk around every day with his rotting form and breathing in the stench every time the wind blew it back toward him.

The young she-cat had never seen a cat this thin or this dirty. Actually, she hadn't seen any other cat out here since her meet with Zephyr. Only her brother kept her company now. Somehow, she wanted to get to meet other cats, even if she was stuck with the most disgusting cat in the whole entire world. What did looks matter anyway?

His voice on the other hand, startled her. At first, Carli thought she was safely hidden away in a close prickly thorn bush full of pink blooming flowers. But no, her curiosity brought her to stand directly in front of him only a few fox-lengths away. It sounded like he had not spoken a word in probably several moons. That was understandable. From Carli's excellent sense of smell, she could tell that there hadn't been a cat in this glade for a couple moons and if he lived here, there wouldn't be anyone to talk to.

Another thing that she noticed about his voice was that it wasn't the kind of tone she found comforting and welcoming. At first, she was positive she heard Jai's voice in the back of her head screaming to run away. Carli almost actually ran, but somehow, there was something about him that made her hold her ground. Maybe it was because he didn't look mean, just dirty and scabby. Maybe, there was a way that she could help him.

He was still the scariest, ugliest thing she had ever seen.

Padding forward, Carli stood right in front of him, maybe three or four fox-lengths away. A safe distance just encase she had to split, or he was actually dangerous. Putting a brave face on, she hid her fear, opened her big mouth and spoke. "Hi there," the brown masked she-cat meowed quietly, yet in a strong voice. She wanted to be sure that he wasn't a danger before telling him things. "I'm Carli. Who're you?" It was all going well until her voiced quivered and she knew that she was a weakling to him. And that worried her more than the tomcat himself.