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Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

She giggled, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared at the little catgirl, watching her nibble and swish her tail She was soo cute!! She smiled, enjoying the view
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki finished the bread then looked at Natsumi and smiled, a small blush on her cheeks as she walked over to her on all fours and nuzzled her face. She was so thankful to this girl and she smelled so good. She purred loudly as she nuzzled the girl.
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Natsumi giggled as Miyuki nuzzled her face, blushing a bit and grinning, lightly rubbing and scratching behind her feline ears, Your so cute..! I always wanted a kitty...
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki purred louder as she nuzzled then playfully licked Natsumi before curling up in front of her and laying down, still purring.
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Natsumi blushed as Miyuki licked her, and chuckled at hos cutely Miyuki curled up and laid down infront of her, smiling as she leaned forward a bit, gently running her fingers through her hair, watching her quietly with a warm smile
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki purred as she nuzzled Natsumi, lightly doughing the air as she laid there and swished her tail.
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

She giggled, watching her before she gently patted her head, sighing before laying back, and looking out the opening of the cave
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki purred as she looked up then looked out as well to see that it stopped raining.
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Natsumi grinned when she saw that the rain has stopped, getting up to her feet, Great! Now I can fin my camp again..! C'mon, Miyuki! She giggled, slipping her backpack back on
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki looked up then sprang to her feet and waited for Natsumi to led the way.
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Natsumi smiled at Miyuki before she started to walk out of the cave, leading the way to where she remembered her camping spot to be
Thread: On a Rainy Day (Ghostxtiger and Strawberry_Kiss)

Miyuki followed close, jumping from tree to tree as she likes to do,
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Megan swore softly as she heard twigs breaking in the forest beneath her. In the tree where she hid, she had a good vantage point, and her eyes narrowed as she spotted a group of soldiers moving though the foilage, looking for something...or someone. And that someone was her. In all her 5 years of spy work, she'd almost been caught climbing back over the fence of the building she'd been stealing info from. The way it looked...she still had a big chance of being caught. The men all held rifles, and they'd stopped, scanning the forest for traces of her. Meg pushed herself closer to the tree, her breathing quickening with nerves. She tried to blend in, but even with the all black outfit she wore, you could still see her long brown silky hair tumbling out of the black cap she wore. And no-one could miss her startingly blue eyes. People had laughed when she told them she wanted to be a spy, it was something kids said...and soon grew out of. But not this girl, she'd trained hard and after a 2 year course, had passed with flying colours, instantly being hired by the goverment. The way she looked often helped her in her job, as she was able to seduce people into giving up valuble information. But that didn't mean she lacked the physical finess. Oh no! Far from it! She was exellent in hand to hand combat and was trained in using a range of different guns. But knifes were her choice of weapon, they were lighter to carry and could be thrown from say...a tree. But, she would not be using knifes unless she needed too. And whilst they hadn't spotted her, they stayed tucked safetly away in the various holsters on her body.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

It was reasonably rare for Seth to have to go out on a case, generally the person would just be captured and brought back and he would put some fear into them but this was different, apparently according to the report he had been given so far.. they were dealing with a spy of which had personally for reasons they could not find out originally first noticed gathering information about Seth of which would not really be of any help, all information about him on any system was fake. That was something the government had given him as a benefit. Considering his job it was something that needed.. lets just say a lot of people want to take revenge sometimes,.. and well after what he had done to them. He could not blame them, but information gathering was his job and he was ruthless.. when it came to doing it. His build was reasonable, his body something that he looked after, a small scar existed on his left cheek from a interrogation that went wrong.. it was one of his first, but the person was sure wishing she did not do it afterward. Generally he was just given the females to deal with... After all so far their was not one case of failure, and that was why he was so trusted with information. Already what he was reading just now had a classification that even meant a military commanding officer or even a high up politician meant they could not read it. This had been the first time for a while since he had to act as one of the squad. Seth worked in a group but usually they could deal with the capturing themselves, .. before Seth had actually became an the interrogation officer.. of the state that is, he had helped in capturing many mastermind criminals, and just in general.. anyone that could be a danger to the nation. Well this was not a case of that but they thought he might have wanted some action outside of the building for once.. which would probably occur. His eyes flicked around searching now, his men looking as well.. if she was here, their would be signs.. not long after looking around he noticed something.. a few broken branches.. what even looked like a footprint, and the angle that it was on.. it looked like the person that they were chasing had leapt into a tree.. the angle and depth showed pressure being pushed down on the tips of the footprint as the person pushed up obviously. Careful men,.. stay sharp, our prey.. thinks she is some type of cat.. hiding in the trees.. Search them.. she is around here,
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Megan smirked at his comment, more of a panther I'd say she thought. Blue eyes stayed fixed on the men beneath her, they were now searching much closer to where she was hidden and she felt unsease grow. Her eyes flickered to the man who seemed to be the commanding officer, they trailed over his body, they took in the muscled physique and ruggedly handsome looks with apreacation. He was definately her type, but she could strike him off her list right now. Thinking that this would be a waiting game that she could win was a stupid idea, but one thing she could do well was run and dodge. And by the looks of it, she would need to soon, as a man stopped beneath the tree she was in and climbed up slightly to peer up. In the blink of an eye, Megan had hit the man between the eyes with a throwing knife. Grimacing as he collapsed onto the forest floor, Meg took that moment to grasp the branch she was sitting on and swing down to the ground. Landing on her feet, Megan set off at full speed. Bullet's shooting near her feet. Surely they weren't all bad shots? No, they were obviously not on a mission to kill but to capture, and that thought spurred her on across the unfamiliar terrain. She made sure to wade in and out of the trees so they couldn't get a clear shot. The thought of being captured was not a pretty one, she'd been trained in interragation survival, but they'd been warned at the brutal methods people used and it filled her with dread. There was always the suicide pill they gave every spy, once bitten into the poison would be released and death would be almost instant. But she prayed that she wouldn't need to use it as she ran through the forest.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Seth turned around as he heard a noise of what sounded like flying metal hitting a target, she had taken out one of his men... that was something she would definitely pay for in her captivity. To the normal eye it would appear that the men could not shoot, but the aim was to not kill,.. the fact they were not hitting proof of the fact they could shoot, better then most of the army even. All they had to do was shoot a disarming shot,.. or at least something that would put her to a stop. Seth on the other hand was already prepared for her to run, this forest was rigged with traps,.. all looking natural and meant to be their, and considering they had managed to corner her to this section he doubted the spy knew about them. He always had his alternative method. A glock .45 caliber pistol that he could easily shoot into one of her legs with a clear shot,... All of them started to run after her, and had been told of the traps previous but he had a feeling some would manage to get caught in them, they were not deadly.. just trapped the person from trying to escape anymore. She had no were to go as it was, the forest was completely blocked off, a thousand men around the perimeter.. all heavily armed and unlike the capture squad would try to shoot for the kill.. which luckily none of them had aim.. because if she did manage to make it to that point then a capture could still be possible.. a dead body after all only gives so much information before being throw into the morgue with the rest.. where as a live body.. they were more fun,.. they felt pain,.. and they responded to torture.. oh he was looking forward to interrogating her already.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Megan panted as she ran on, keeping the slow ache of tiredness away. Pushing it to the back of her mind where it could not bother her. She skipped over a few things that looked suspicious to her, after all...she had to be trained in everything. And she could detect a trap. But the unfamiliar terrain was counting against her. Countless times she'd almost tripped when a bullet came to close to her foot. The sound of boots hitting the floor behind her urged her on. Knowing deep down that running was pointless. But wanting to prove none the less that she was not some typical girl who could be trampled on. Megan quickly whipped out another dagger, spinning around to throw it with deadly precision, hitting the throat of one of the chasing men. She didn't stop, running once more in a zig zagged path. A shocked gasp was wrenched from her mouth as a bullet lodged itself in her ankle, and her legs buckled, causing her to fall to the floor. Meg gritted her teeth at the pain, blood already oozing from her ankle. It hurt like hell, but there were still men after her. With great effort, she pushed herself up, stumbling and crying out as she put weight on the ankle. It was too late, she realised as men surrounded her. All of them aiming their rifles at her. In response she pulled out a hunter knife. Wielding it menacingly even in her pain. Which one of you fuckers shot me? she growled, eyes scanning each man's face. Seeing only masked expressions. Meg stood in a fighter's stance, ready to fight with any man who came near her.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Seth watched as another was taken out of his, that was it.. he did not want to have to do this, but his hand slid down and grabbed the handle of his favored weapon. So far they were leading her to a trap that would have easily encased her, and bound her until they would remove her from here.. but she was killing off some of his squad.. something Seth was not going to put up with, she had skill that was obvious but she was a little careless.. and well, she was messing with the wrong person. The others still were trying to make sure they would not permanently immobilize but make her continue to run, as Seth started to bolt ahead of them taking a flanking angle. He already had had enough of this chase, and it was time to make the end come quicker. He waited to see the clearing before noticing the perfect shot, he only had a split second chance to fire it and hit direct in her ankle yet it seemed his training for the elite snipers squadron at the age of 19 really had helped out this now roughly 25 year old. It might have been six years ago but barely anything had changed. Now he walked out from her left prepared to shoot again her hand lined up, he had been taught to first immobilize and then disarm if needed and so seeing the weapon brandished he was ready Why that would be me.. Hurts doesn't it.. don't worry, I will make sure it only hurts more later.. He started to get even closer.. he was completely alert prepared for something to happen if it did.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Megan's eyes narrowed as the commanding officer walked forward, gun trained on her. It wasn't the first time she's stared down the barrel of a gun, but the man who had been holding one the first time would never have actually shot at her. It was merely a fear tactic, which hadn't worked. In the business she was in, you had to have a great judge of character. And she could tell, from the bullet in her ankle to the dangerous spark in his eye that he would not hesitate to shoot her again. A growl escaped through gritted teeth at his taunting. The pain in her ankle was very distracting and through the haze of pain she was quickly trying to work out what to do. As he moved towards her like a predator, she threw herself sideways, her arm reaching out and slashing his leg with her knife. She rolled and landed in a crouching position, hissing as a bolt of pain shot through her ankle. Meg raised her eyes to his, forcing a cocky grin onto her face despite the pain she was in and the absoloute fear she felt. Hurts doesn't it? she echoed sarcastically. There was nowhere to run, she knew that she would be taken in for interragation but as long as she could delay it she would. Why does his face look familiar? she thought as her eyes traveled over his face and once more over his body. But they quickly snapped up as she realized she'd been staring.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Although he had been trained for most scenarios what occurred next he had not expected. Still he should not have got so close without disarming her, and yet if she had tried to stab any higher.. defending himself would have been a lot easier. He could see the spy thinking of something through the pain, and then he got just a little to close, in decent striking range and even though she obviously was feeling pain this individual managed to do a quick maneuver that he did not get to see much off other then the fact that he felt cold steel rip through some of the flesh on his leg but it did not feel as bad as some of the injuries they gave to elite members of the army to train them to not feel pain as severely. Hearing her statement he managed a laugh, truth was it was only stinging at this moment. Now he was prepared and moved closer towards her. She seemed to be distracted for a moment staring at him.. before realizing that was. His hand was raised quickly the reason was because so many guns were now trained on her and they all looked ready to shoot I will deal with this one.. Although he had a bulky build did not mean he could not move.. he neared closer his gun still in his right hand although his left ready for combat now. She had surprised him earlier but now it would not occur again. Swiftly he threw his fist at her which he knew was obviously going to be dodged but just as he did that his leg swung low directly aimed at her injured ankle. That was his target to begin with.. and with the lowly aimed swivel kick it hit with precision on the injured location before he rolled away from near her and managed to stand up almost instantly afterward. Create an injury and the enemy has a weakness.. intensify that injury.. and who knows what the results are.. This time he was just out of striking range his gun trained on her. One thing he had noticed that each time she used a knife it was with her right hand.. well no more to that. He had it trained on her mid torso before the targeting of his eyes swapped his hand moving to the correct aim his finger pressing the trigger shooting straight through the middle of her right hand, the contact making a scraping noise as it drove itself painfully through caps in the bone but hitting a vein directly. Veins unlike arteries did not pump blood so severely so he knew it was the better place to shoot, it would be painful but not life threatening. He knew from experience such a wound would heal.. but their was not much more.. well painful then that, he waited for the realization to occur giving the signal for the others to move in a little more but be weary because her other hand could possibly try something. Next one is aimed at your left arm.. Don't tempt me to fire..
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Her eyes were trained on him as he walked towards her, scanning his body once more. And damning herself for letting him distract her so much that she did not anticipate his next move. His fist swung at her and she ducked with ease, a small laugh escaping. But it soon turned into a strangle cry of agony as he kicked her hard in her injured ankle, the sound of bone cruching could be heard as she fell to the floor. And she tried hard to push through the pain, pulling herself back onto her feet- her teeth gritted against the now enourmous pain in her ankle. His words made her seeth with anger and she glared at him, Oh how very clever of you...did you work that out all by yourself? It showed just how strong willed she was that she still managed to ooze sarcasm even when her leg felt as if it was about to fall off. Megan swallowed hard as the gun was aimed at her torso, and she prepared heself to roll, but she wasn't prepared when his hand flicked up at the last minute and fired a bullet straight into her hand. The pain was instant, and nearly as bad as the pain in her ankle. The knife dropped from her hand on impact. And she clutched her hand to her chest. Taking big lungfuls of air, dizzyness starting to seep into her body. The pain of her ankkle and hand combined was making her feel sick, and it was getting harder and harder for her to pull on her training to try and concur the pain. Meg was vaguely aware as the men moved closer, and as she reached up to get another throwing knife she swayed. Feeling the world tip on it's side. She fell to her knees, groaning as she pressed on her ankle. She knew she was in a dangerous position and she had to move. But the pain was unbearable, and it pushed out any reasonable thought. D-don't shoot again...just stop...I'll come with you...but ...I still won't confess to anything and with that last bit of energy used up, the darkness embraced her.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

No matter what you compared them to, a hand held gun in the right hand could either end a life, or put one in agony. They were a device made for two purposes, to hurt or kill. Not many times had Seth had to actually kill his target, usually the victims would break before then and the information would be force fed out of them until they were of no more use.. where they would not get killed but they would be held till later and possibly used as an exchange for more information. She was actually quite lucky that today was not the day he wore his steel cap boots, it would have been more of a solid crunch if that was the case. But Seth was pretty sure he had done a good job to the injury, after all the shot was close to being fatal the kick aimed only for the point of pain otherwise he could have possibly endangered her even more. It was easy to trick someone when it came to guns, you just had to aim one way.. and then swap quickly, to where you wanted to actually aim and if that was all done quick enough, it would be a perfect shot that would be almost impossible to dodge. Especially when the person already had pain as a distraction. Seth watched as the spy went to try and pull one more throwing knife in a last attempt, but it had all got to her to much the pain, the blood that would have been lost. It was not the most fatal injury as mentioned earlier, but it would probably render her unconscious. Hearing what she had to say he still held his gun cautiously just incase before signaling the others to take any weapons that they could find immediately, not long afterwards they all seemed rather confident and then she was picked up and bound by ropes before they all started to a few started to carry her. Seth walked with them before speaking get that ankle checked out by the doctors,.. then bring her to the main interrogation chamber.. I will let her awaken in their and then start.. but I wish to do this one alone.
Thread: A Forced Confession (Closed for Kratos and myself)

Megan fell in and out of conciousness, she had just enough time to realise that she was now bound and being carried somewhere, before darkness once more pulled her back. She awoke screaming about an hour later, aware of strong hands holding her torso down. Something was prodding her ankle, she looked up to see a soldier holding her shoulders down. She looked over him and saw a man dressed in a white coat, and the source of the prodding. His face was lined with concentration, and with a triumphant yell from him and a groan of pain from Megan, he tugged a bullet from her ankle. He waved the bullet at her with a big smile, as if she should be happy! That bullet was buried deep, I didn't think I'd be able to get it out. You're very luckly mis- it was all she heard before she fell once more into unconciousness. Meg was running through the forest again, but this time it was shrouded with darkness. Footsteps could be heard somewhere behind her, and she knew he was coming. Suddenly she got her foot caught in a trap, feeling it bite into her ankle. It didn't matter how much she pulled, she didn't move and simply made her ankle worse! Suddenly, he was bearing down on her, his hand on her throat and it didn't matter how much she screamed he wouldn't let go. Meg woke up still screaming, realization slowly dawning that she was not in the forest. But she was still far from being out of danger. She tried pulling at the bonds on her wrists and legs to no avail, they were strong bonds. Her ankle was throbbing, but the pain had gone down considerably. And it was even encased in some soft bandages. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she realized she was in a holding sell. There were no windows and only one exit, which was probably locked. Thoughts of the different tortures she'd been taught in training flashed through her mind and she shuddered. There was no way she was revealing anything, he would have to kill her. Megan had a feeling she was being watched, and her eyes scanned the room before locking on a small security camera in the right corner of the room. She grinned at it, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Well...it must be said that the room service is notably lacking, and comfort wise- you should think of changing a few things.