07-28-2018, 12:10 AM
snow area
Forest
Small city
House
“HERE”
Forest
Small city
House
“HERE”
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"DUPLICATE" DIMITRI
“Full House.”
The statement came from a black, hunched over Persian with yellow eyes. The cat wore glasses and squarely pushed them up his face as he heard the others groan and turn over their cards. He swept the pot over to him, and moved the dealer chip over to the tom on his left.
“How are you so good at this, Dakota?” Divertimento looked a lot like Dimitri. His eyes were a brighter, near radioactive, radiant green however, and he was missing Dimitri’s rear white socks. He was lankier and taller. He smiled more. Dakota figured Dimitri had envisioned Divertimento that way because that was what the host wanted to be like.
“I still think you’re cheating, old man.” His words were spoken with noticeable attitude and his tail flicked left and right under his seat. The stockier tom’s eyes were pitch black and he didn’t have any white markings. He was rather plain. Dagon looked like Dimitri, yes, their fur was the same color but he lacked any of Dimitri’s markings or the tabby pattern on his coat. He figured, Dimitri just didn’t have the thought process at the time to make him look cooler.
He did have one thing though. The piercing in the left eyebrow. He was still pretty proud of that power move, HA! He grinned as he watched Divertimento deal cards.
“Come on Dagon, Dakota isn’t the type to do that… Besides, I think he’d mess up cheating.” Donovan had half the mind to call the old alter ‘sugar daddy’ in that sentence, but the last time he’d done that sitting next to the persecter, Dagon had bitten his tail. The lovely alter, a supporter, as he called himself, was a deep contrast compared to the others. He sat on his own pillow, tail curled around himself as they started betting small blinds and looking at cards. He was a white Siberian cat. His body was fluffy, white as snow and contrasted against deep red eyes.
Self conscious as he was, if anyone asked him, he was the handsomest tom alive.
“Or ya know partners, one of us other guys could be cheating.” Darby was suppose the be the “rugged outdoorsman” and a supporter. That’s what he saw Divertimento, Donovan, and himself as, anyway. They didn’t hold trauma, they didn’t persecute Dimitri, they were just…. for the holes he couldn’t fill. Darby was meant to be his brave side.
He knew, being so dirty, that Donovan hated sitting next to him too. The brave alter was like Dimitri in his appearance, too. He had a dirty white splotch that went across his right eye and white paws- his eyes were a much more subdued and dark green. He was built bigger than the rest of them, stocked and loaded.
Divertimento and Dagon looked up from their cards at the outdoorsman’s statement. “You’re not fucking kidding with me today.” The tom said, a hiss coming from his lips and baring teeth.
The statement came from a black, hunched over Persian with yellow eyes. The cat wore glasses and squarely pushed them up his face as he heard the others groan and turn over their cards. He swept the pot over to him, and moved the dealer chip over to the tom on his left.
“How are you so good at this, Dakota?” Divertimento looked a lot like Dimitri. His eyes were a brighter, near radioactive, radiant green however, and he was missing Dimitri’s rear white socks. He was lankier and taller. He smiled more. Dakota figured Dimitri had envisioned Divertimento that way because that was what the host wanted to be like.
“I still think you’re cheating, old man.” His words were spoken with noticeable attitude and his tail flicked left and right under his seat. The stockier tom’s eyes were pitch black and he didn’t have any white markings. He was rather plain. Dagon looked like Dimitri, yes, their fur was the same color but he lacked any of Dimitri’s markings or the tabby pattern on his coat. He figured, Dimitri just didn’t have the thought process at the time to make him look cooler.
He did have one thing though. The piercing in the left eyebrow. He was still pretty proud of that power move, HA! He grinned as he watched Divertimento deal cards.
“Come on Dagon, Dakota isn’t the type to do that… Besides, I think he’d mess up cheating.” Donovan had half the mind to call the old alter ‘sugar daddy’ in that sentence, but the last time he’d done that sitting next to the persecter, Dagon had bitten his tail. The lovely alter, a supporter, as he called himself, was a deep contrast compared to the others. He sat on his own pillow, tail curled around himself as they started betting small blinds and looking at cards. He was a white Siberian cat. His body was fluffy, white as snow and contrasted against deep red eyes.
Self conscious as he was, if anyone asked him, he was the handsomest tom alive.
“Or ya know partners, one of us other guys could be cheating.” Darby was suppose the be the “rugged outdoorsman” and a supporter. That’s what he saw Divertimento, Donovan, and himself as, anyway. They didn’t hold trauma, they didn’t persecute Dimitri, they were just…. for the holes he couldn’t fill. Darby was meant to be his brave side.
He knew, being so dirty, that Donovan hated sitting next to him too. The brave alter was like Dimitri in his appearance, too. He had a dirty white splotch that went across his right eye and white paws- his eyes were a much more subdued and dark green. He was built bigger than the rest of them, stocked and loaded.
Divertimento and Dagon looked up from their cards at the outdoorsman’s statement. “You’re not fucking kidding with me today.” The tom said, a hiss coming from his lips and baring teeth.
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The only time I ever see her
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Owlie / Resident Apex Legends Fanatic / owlie#5369
