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Some people say that it'll be over one day...to just hang on until the dawn..

           Some people say the world will freeze forever...

But there are some...a selective few...who will tell you something different...

       something hard to grasp in this state of being that numbs the fingers straight to the bone...

                                              Everything

                                                            will

                                                                     burn.

Formless flakes of snow drifted and swayed through the still, frost-bitten air as the white clouds above covered the sun, plunging the frozen city into a colorless chrome. Everything was so black and white. Everything down to the eye-catching banners and neon signs that gave the once glorious city it's illustrious glow. The colors that once brought the place to life seemed to have died along with the precious heat that the sun once offered. True, it at one point, the heat had been unbearable, but that door could swing both ways. From one extreme to another. There was no in between. There was light light and there was darkness...

It appeared these were the darker days.

But that was alright. For one, certain feline, the darkness was home. The life threatening cold...was home. And even if it wasn't, if nature had proven anything over the coarse of Earth's history, it was that the strong survived, and the weak perished. One way or another, that law endured. It was no surprise what had happened. Civilization was trying to bend that law, the same way it tried to bend everything else to justify their own wants and desires. Morality? No, morality would have saved them. It was more like selfishness. But it was only a matter of time before all that bending finally broke; the civilized did this to themselves. And it was no surprise just how far these "civilized" people had fallen. They were practically eating each other now...an all out panicked struggle for survival. It wasn't funny, it was fact. There was no more Red Cross or Blue Shield, there was no more profit or profitless organizations or fund raisers. There was no more help.

People were on their own now.

And thus, that old law returned to it's rightful position upon the throne of the world. The strong and the lucky will survive, the weak and less fortunate perished. It was a sad thing, true, but that's just the way the cookie crumbled.

Emotions only made it harder on yourself. Well...at least...that was the way THIS cat had always been taught. His misfortunes had been used against him by his twisted, ruthless peers. And now, this once Glorious Prince of Haliska, had ice running more deeply through his heart of steel than the water of the channel beneath his dangling feet. Some people say the thaw is coming, to hold out until the dawn of these dark days. Some people say that heart would be frozen forever. But some....a selective few...

Piercing blue hues flashed brilliantly against the black and white world. Even his own fur had been described as darker than the direction-less shadows of the night. A few snowflakes were caught in the longer hairs of his soft, black fur along his ears and head. That was really all that was exposed of this cat in this kind of cold. A black hoddie with gold lettering rested on those broad, powerful shoulders atop a few layers of shirts made of heat-holding material. It was a similar scenario for his attire below the waist. Three pairs of pants, dark, some what baggy denim blocking out the wind on top. Now, if you weren't a person who'd been walking around in this frozen world you'd think he'd looked puffed up like an Eskimo with all that on. Not so. Most folks had several extra layers and big puffy coats if they could find 'em. Saylo was dressed lightly - being one that was used to the cold.

He was a small cat, muscularly toned and very able bodied, but he stood no taller than 2'9, unless you included his ears and spiky hair that, in some places, reached almost as tall as those furry sonars. The dark, potent feline was perched on the edge of the massive 6-lane bridge that stretched over the channel to connect the two areas of the city. His feet dangled dangerously off the side, hovering about 45 feet above the thick, hard ice in the channel far below. Toward the middle of the channel the ice was much thinner, and one would have to be careful or else risk the high probability that they would fall through and into the fatal water beneath. But Saylo didn't seem the least bit concerned. Call it foolishness, or call it confidence. Whatever floats your boat.

His black gloved hand gripped around the beautifully crafted hilt of his beloved saber. His Royal Haliskan Saber, with it's designs of silver, gold and a blue material that almost captured the same mystic hues of his icy eyes, mismatched by the patch of green that hung like a patch from his left iris. With the sound of scraping metal, he pulled the sword from it's sheath and held up the blade. It's razor edge gleamed in the dull light along with the top half of the blade before the crest. The Prince's face reflected in the polished steel blade, around the seemingly burnt in runes that lined the sides of the blades. Runes that stood for the Haliskan cause. Ahh...yes....back when the screams of their persecuted rang through his ears, back when he lead groups of soldiers to destructive, bloody victory. It was such an addiction....all the killing alongside comrades who thought like you did, who supported your cause. The power in the fact that all it would take was a wave of his hand, or a simple word, and someone's life would be over. It didn't matter who, or for what reason. It was...uplifting.

Yeah, those were the days, but those days were gone. Those fools deserved the deaths they died. They were the ones who taught Saylo to hate and to kill without mercy, they were the ones who taught him emotions were for the weak; it was ironic how that came back to bite them in the butt. He might've been able to save them...if only he gave a crap for their lives.

But back to the present, Saylo re-sheathed his sword boredly and rose to his feet, still standing stupidly right on the edge of the bridge and turned to walk that ledge. Ah, well, nothing to do but work. He'd better go find something to eat then return back to the little abandoned town-home that he'd taken up residence. It was safe from the craziness that happened at night...and under the blankets it was at least somewhat warm...

[Cinnamon]

The crimson quillcat was walking the bridge, her own cerulean blue eyes focused on the ground in front of her, to make sure she wouldn't slip so easily. The female let out a sigh of frustration. It was so freaking cold! Cinnamon was freezing her butt off, and missing being around others. She sighed, grumbling slightly to herself about the cold, as she tugged her leather jacket tighter around herself, hugging her elbows. "Ugh.....Why the h*ll is it so cold...." She whimpered, "I bet it's much better in H*ll.....Warm down there...That would be if it existed..." She sighed and shook her head laughing at herself. "That makes no sense though, it couldn't exist..."

The girl had stopped near the middle of the bridge, her ears flicking at the sound of metal, and glanced up from her thoughts and walking, about to take a step in the direction of the male cat, Cinnamon had blinked and slipped, falling face first on the ice, "...Owwww..." She whimpered, rubbing her forehead. The girl groaned, and sat up slowly, looking towards Saylo, and smiled lightly. "Well, I guess I could ask..." She mumbled softly to herself, before slowly getting up, careful not to slip and fall on the ice again. She made sure she was in a steady position before walking towards the male cat. He seemed exactly like a statue, because she couldn't see his eyes. "....Uhm....H-Hello..." She started, and glanced at him.

(Blech, shortish. Sorry. >>; And I have to go, anyways. Byye. ><; )

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A pair of eyes were already fixed on her oddly as their owner stopped in midstep along the dangerous edge of the bridge, having been distracted by the cat's rather...um...graceful fall. Well now, that wasn't something you saw every day. I mean, not the fall - everybody slipped on this darned stuff once and a while, but the good thing is what I'm leading up to - you don't see many PEOPLE around anymore that weren't dangerous enough to face whatever else was tough enough to roam these streets. Well, there are a few exceptions to this rule...like raving lunitics or sick folks clinging to your coat like a poor begging leper or somebody coming out of nowhere trying to shoot you just for being alive. AKA. competition for food.

But this girl was recieving the same kind of look from Saylo as one of the above-listed people would get from a person back in the good ol' days, just for appearing sane. It was that look that said, "Wtf?" in so many misworded randomized ways. But he composed himself quickly. What? Did you really think the Prince of Haliska would allow himself to stand there with mouth parted and eyes blinking like some sheltered nerd on his first night at a strip club? Oh no, no, no, no. That just wouldn't do at all. And if nothing else she might get the wrong idea, and if she was anything like the usual girls around this civilization, that would mean things would get even MORE annoying than they already doubtlessly were. Ugh, for the life of him, Saylo couldn't figure out why he felt so lonely when he didn't have someone to make fun of.

"....Uhm....H-Hello..."

So his eyes narrowed once again and lips closed to form an annoyed frown, but he couldn't help from watch the clumsey girl in skeptic curiosity. Of coarse, this wasn't presented without the facad that he wasn't REALLY as interested in her identity as he so factually was. And he kept his distance - you know...she still wasn't beyond falling in the "sick" or "raving lunitic" catagory.

"Mhm, so what rock did you come crawl out from under?" He asked shortly with Saylo's typical lack of hospitality. But ah, this cat just had to put his questios in such buttholish format, it was just impossible for him to do otherwise, apparently. But whatevs, everybody knows that little Saylo has a big-bad attitude problem that's done alot more than just set up camp. 'Fact it's probably built up a fortified city in this cat by now. Wonder if it was any warmer in there than it was out here...

Probably not.

"And..." He lifted his nose slightly and allowed his gaze to drift, as if tasting the air. Ah, he'd've liked to have gone into the Sight right now, but he was still a little caucious of her. You know...ya' can't be TOO careful, right? "don't tell me you're stupid enough to come out here alone." And there folks, was the second verbal slice. Poor Saylo, he just couldn'tmake any friends.

[Cinnamon]

The girl quirked an eyebrow up at the cat, as he stared at her, "....It's not nice to stare." She snapped, getting slightly irritated. "And I did /not/ crawl out from beneath a rock. You did. Or...Over a rock, same d*mn thing." She snapped at him, obviously having a temper of her own.

She stopped herself, and blinked slowly, hearing his next verbal response, and nearly burst out laughing, but forced herself not to, and instead stuck out her tongue at the cat, who seemed to be about her height, if he weren't on the railing. She slowly stood herself up, trying not to slip again, and rubbed her back, "Ugh...It hurts..." She pouted softly, before turning to him again, and trying to walk across the ice, this time trying to stay focused until she could grab onto the railing near him.

She held onto it, as if for dear life, and squeezed her eyes shut after a moment. Her cyan eyes went up to look him in the face, and she glared at him a moment, "....You don't look like a cat." She stated, finally, "You look more like a cat-gargoyle." She said, with a nod of finality, as though there were no discussion to be made on it. "And why am I here alone?" She grinned again, "I don't have anyone else to be around, so why not be alone, it's better than death." She said, simply, with a slight grin crossing her features.