Chapter 6 - Sticks and stones may break my bones. . .

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If there was one thing Scourge knew, was that most sorcerers were trash.

The black tom stood triumphant before the bodies of two sorcerers that tried to detain him. The bodies were filled with lacerations, their innard spilling from their stomachs.

He retracted his claws, grunting as he cleaned the blood and dust from his clothes.

When they found him, they spoke so high about themselves. They had strong techniques, too.

Yet, It was all useless. They barely lasted two seconds. When they noticed that their throaths were slashed open, it was aready too late.

Fixing his hair, drops of blood staining his clean dark fur, he looks up in the sky, as he noticed that it was around noon. Those weaklings didn't even bother to wait for night in order to try and fight him. They where in a street. It was an abandoned side of the city- But soon enough, someone would discover the corpses.

Scourge sighed, he did not had time to deal with thi-

His instincts immediately kicked in, as he felt a colossal amount of cursed energy mixed with bloodlust. He quickly dodged to the side, as a shadow suddently dropped down where he was standing a heartbeat ago, breaking the pavement of the ground.

The figure looked like a cat, wearing a grey hood that covered his face. However, thanks to the light, the bloodclan leader could see his assailant's features: He was a grey cat with amber eyes. In the creature's throath, there was a jagged scar that went from the side of his throath to his left chest. Scourge summoned his claws, ready to battle the creature- Yes, creature. It looked like a cat, or sorcerer, but deep down scourge recognized that feeling. It was a curse. A special grade curse.

However, the being politely bowed to him, smiling "Pardon for the sudden assault. Your evil is just something that i . . . Had to taste."

Scourge did not flinch or answered back. He was focusing in trying to identify his opponent. A special grade that can communicate clearly, and looked like a cat . . . that was a problem.

"I am not here to fight. I am here for an alliance." The curse explained, raising a finger "To take over the forest."

This catched the Curse master's interest. He lowered his hands just enough to rest, but never lowering his guard "Speak."

"Oh? commanding, are we? I am Loki, a pleasure to meet you." Loki said, smiling "Altough, to be honest, i did not expect the famous leader of Bloodclan to be a 17 year old ki-" His words where suddently interrupted as the curse felt the left side of his mouth being torn open. He jumped away, putting a hand on his cheek as he felt his jaw hanging to his mouth only for a slab of flesh, blood gushed out staining the road with a crimson hue

"Do not waste my time. Get to the point." Scourge said, with his claws raised. His tone was neutral, but there was a hint of annoyance in it.

Loki only lauged, as the wound regenerated, not even a hint of the previous tear was left. "Of course; please forgive me." He said, adjusting his hood "You might have heard of the stories, right? About the wild cats in the forest."

"I am familiar with the stories." Scourge said, still gazing at the grey cat with caution

Loki smiled "I want to form an alliance. The forest is vast, full of energy, artifacts, and. . . Evil." He said, his voice assuming a tone of desire when mentioning evil "We won't be able to take over it now: the forest is too united. They would just join forces and defeat us. HOWEVER . . ." he raised one finger, smiling "There is a rising evil in the forest. The type of seed that will bloom into a destructive tree of suffering." The curse said, tilting his head "I will also train my own apprendices for this task."

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