The Leopard and the Coyote {Tweedle-Dum}

[cerasri]

“You’re sure this is going to work?”

“It fucking should? Why the hell wouldn’t it?”

Arching a brow as he stared at the hulking leopard in front of him, the sloth grimaced. Needless to say, pink was not Lionel’s color. Why the rebel leader thought that would somehow disguise him was a mystery- though the sloth had some idea that one of the Leopard’s sisters was involved. Either that or some moron had given him the idea under the assumption that dressing like an idiot would keep you away from attention (elsewhere, a rather sickly monitor let out a dismal sneeze).

“Maybe…maybe you should do without the pink sir. Which house were you planning no blending in with exactly?”

“Fucking Whitestag. Why?” Peering over at him as he tried (and failed) to fix the shirt squeezed around his muscled frame, the Leopard frowned. “Pink is one of their colors, isn’t it?”

The sloth winced. “Er…you might want to go with Goldsbloom. And Whitestag has white and er…blue. _{I think.}”

Growling as a button popped off from the stretched top with a resounding ding, Lionel narrowed his eyes, staring at the pink fabric now stretched rather poorly across his muscled chest before he let out a curse of defeat.

“What are their colors then?”

Mayes frowned. “Err…yellow?”

Blinking as he looked around the cloth filled room where the rebels kept the majority of their disguises, Lionel cursed beneath his breath.

“Yellow it is then.”

“…and sir…what are you going as?”

Lionel blinked, adjusting the rather badly attached brush of false hair attached to his tail as well as the ears lying lopsided on his head (let it also be noted that they did little to disguise his current set).

“A fucking dog? What did you think?”

Somewhere, deep, deep down, Mayes died a little inside.

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…in retrospect, it might have been better to stick with the pink.

At least then he wouldn’t have looked dead when placed against the near neon-yellow fabric.

Tch-yellow his ass- he’d seen plenty of folks running around in black and white.

As well as some chick in pink- and a few in red.

Still, Lionel couldn’t help but be proud of himself as he adjusted the false collar on his neck, this was going much better than he had planned.

For one, the mangled addition to his tail had yet to fall off. For the other?

Well, he hadn’t been found out yet, had he?

And really, that was saying something.

Shoving a scampering pet out the way with a sneer that bordered manic as he eyed the humans angrily through furrowed eyes, Lionel snorted beneath his breath.

Really, how hard was this? Pfft- he could totally do the incognito thing! Forget what everybody said!

Not to mention he made a wonderful dalmation. That is, he looked like a dying dog, and was receiving looks of both pity and apprehension. (There were also some murmurs about him needing to be euthanized so he could be put out of his misery. It would be the humane thing, and all. And really…what kind of dog got that big?)

A shift of movement behind him made the leopard twitch, and he shot the human brat who had the audacity to try and tug at his tail a glare guaranteed to blister skin.

“Get the fuck away.”

Not even bothering to look to see if the brat scampered away (if the little puissant was shitting his pants already- really, noble brats-bunch a sissy’s), Lionel turned to gaze across the crowd.

He was supposed to be looking for someone.

But who the fuck was Rasco Goldsbottom?!

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ooc: Oh noez? Who is this Rasco Goldsbottom that Lionel is looking for?! Somehow...methinks he's got the wrong intel :'D

But yes! Lionel finally cooperated and now you get to enjoy his epic fail of an infiltration! :'D

[fallonann]

" I don't want to go!" An irritated voice yelled out rather loudly, echoing through the halls of the Goldsbloom manor.

" But you must. I'm sure no one else wants you there either but Master Oscar's orders are for you to go."

Tweedle-Dum turned around so quick, her mint green hair went flying out of the Maid's calloused hands. Half of it was curled to perfection, while the other half was looking rejectedly straight. Her eyes seemed as if the fiery color was ablaze, and the short girl stood from her chair and pointed a rough finger in her face." Don't you disrespect me. Yeah you're on your thoughtless pole of being a 'High and Mighty' Human but I honestly don't care. I may not particularly like Ostrich, but if you tempt me one more time I will get his ass on you.....and not in the good way either Bitch."

The threat hung in the tense air, and it seemed as if with her outburst of rage, Tweedle-Dum's long claw like fingernails grew longer. She jabbed the finger that was in the air once in the Maids face to provide emphasis." Do you.Fucking.Got me?" The question's answer would provide the maid's fate, if she was smart she'd just nod her head and continue with her rightful duty's of tending to the hybrid pet.

But fate wasn't in the best mood today, and Tweedle-Dum wanted to burst into laughter the moment the maid spoke to her.

" Excuse you? You don't scare me you stupid Hybrid. If it wasn't for Master Oscar you'd still be filthy trash in the pit rings, wait you still are filthy trash either way. Don't you dare disrespect Master Oscar or me in that way or something may fall upon you that is very unfortunate." She ended her mini-speech with sarcasm that even made Tweedle-Dum grin.

Ah, yet another stupid maid that falls right into her traps.

She really should of turned around before speaking, I'm sure Oscar rather enjoyed her spoken out of turn attitude.

At this point, Tweedle-Dum bursted into laughter as the dead silence was too much for her. Oh this maid was going to get it!

" What the hell are you laughing at?" The maid scowled, putting her hands on her hips while cocking her head full of red hair to the side. A disgusted look of hatred for the hybrid (Or perhaps all hybrids in general?) was placed on her face.

A smirk slowly made it's way on Tweedle-Dum's pale porcelain skin that used to be a pleasant tan from working around outside. But thanks to being a pet she has 'no' duty's except please Master Ostrich. Licking her red lips, she directed her orange gaze just past the maid's head, meeting Oscar's eyes just as his voice filled the room. It was if she passed a small message to him, ' I owe you for this one.' Tweedle-Dum owed him plenty, but in her head she only did when he got rid of a nasty maid for her. As the maid gasped hearing his voice, Tweedle-Dum mused lightly, slowing turning around and sitting down in front of the mirror that was in the room.

" Send no more fucking stupid maids. I can get myself ready, I'm not helpless."

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Tweedle-Dum sat in a chair by her lonesome as her eyes lazily swept the crowd in front of her. Her twin sister had left with Oscar to go get some drinks for themselves, leaving her by herself. Part of her was happy they had left her alone for the moment, the other half was.....well, completely bored. She needed some entertainment that this so called party didn't provide. This was down right torture. What was she supposed to do for the next few hours? Hang out with Oscar? Psh, no way!

That would be the last thing that she would do!

Sighing, she leaned on her arm that was propped up on the table. Her fingers sprawled across her cheek, her nails --claws-- were painted white, with red lined designs dancing across them. Oh how she hated getting dolled up. Was it so wrong to want to go to a place such as this in a pair of baggy sweats and a sweatshirt? Apparently everyone else thought so. As Tweedle-Dum sighed once more it came out as a small growl that caused a bit of attention to the coyote hybrid. She raised an eyebrow at a nearby woman who looked her up and down with disgust. Time to make some chaos.

With a grin, Tweedle-Dum stood up, her smooth legs taking a few steps to pass by the woman, and she leaned her head in close to her ear, tipping it back and to the side as she walked by." If you think I look terrible, I suggest you go look in a mirror." Content with her snide comment, she continued on with a pleasant smirk on her face. It never hurt to have a little fun with the humans. Plus today she was feeling a bit more mischievous than usual. Why not let it all out~?

The nineteen year old glanced around, dancing between people as she tried to find her way out somewhere she could be alone. As she did so, her red Santa dress that was lined with fur above her breasts and at it's hem that fell inches above her knees swirled around, catching on things. She rolled her eyes as people grunted complaints at her during her trail of destruction, and she once bared her sharp canines at a man when he went to hit her for stealing his wife's black leather like jacket. To her pleasure he backed down immediately. With a smile, she kept walking, her slitted pupils searching for an exit. Yet it found another.

What was a man clad in yellow doing here? One that had poorly made dog hybrid attributes on? There was no doubt that he was a hybrid, but to Tweedle-Dum, who was a canine, knew he was indeed not what he was trying to appear to be. Her red lips parted as her smile turned into a grin, she had never seen this guy before! Oh this would be a great distraction!

Striding towards the man, her white high-heels that were rimmed with red clicked against the ground, and upon reaching him she tugged on his sleeve, making him turn around and face her." This is quite a piece of clothing you have on Mr.'Dog Hybrid', " Tweedle-Dum began sarcastically, her sunset eyes sparkling as her grin never left her face. Letting go of his shirt she continued, " I've never seen you around these stupid-ass parts before, or any sector for that matter. Who exactly are you?"

Licking her canines as her coyote ears pointed, completely alert, Tweedle-Dum played with one of her mint green curls that cascaded down her back, waiting for his answer as her lips settled into a knowing smirk." I suppose it's polite to give your own name first before asking for one, but...I'm not fucking polite so don't expect me to be." Oh this girl....tsk tsk, such surprising language for a beautiful young hybrid woman like herself.

TAG!? Lionel
WORDS!? 1208
NOTES!? I hope its good! Sorry for the wait...and I know its so Pink *Twitch* Only good template I could find for now!
OUTFIT!? Santa outfit, black belt, black jacket, white heels
CREDITS!? This template is credited to OH IT'S SAPPHY! of CAUTION V.2

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[cerasri]

Not there.

Nope not it.

That was a woman.

Er…that was also a woman. Maybe.

Kid. Brat. Runt. Old hag.

Resisting the urge to growl in frustration as party goers and party goers alike passed him bye, with little sight of the illusive Rasco Goldsbottom, Lionel snarled beneath his breath, claws pressing deeply against the tender flesh of his palms as he curled his hands into fists.

This was turning out to be a fucking waste of time. There had been no sign of that stupid noble for the past thirty minutes. Really how hard was it to find a stupid human? He was supposed to be tall, wearing brown clothes and…Lionel shook his head. Really, it wasn’t his damn fault that all humans looked alike!

“Look mommy- that puppy is angry!”

“Stay away honey- it looks as if it has rabies...”

“Oh dear…poor thing…should we call the HHS? They might be able to put the poor dear out of his misery…”

Snarling as the old woman at the table across from his current location muttered something to the man sitting next to her for what had to have been the 30th time that night alone, Lionel all but growled aloud as he felt a tug on his sleeve. Whirling around, teeth bared, it was only a last minute thought of breaking his (weak) disguise that stopped him from ripping out the hopeful’s throat.

“This is quite a piece of clothing you have on Mr. ‘Dog Hybrid’”

That didn’t stop his eyes from glaring fire at the smiling coyote holding onto his shirt, the hybrid’s sunset eyes sparkling. About to tug his shirt from the female’s grip only to be beaten to the punch as the coyote released his sleeve. “I’ve never seen you around these stupid as parts before, or any sector for that matter. Who exactly are you?”

“New.” Silver eyes narrowed at the grinning coyote, Lionel turned away. The girl was nothing but a brat- she didn’t even smell twenty yet. “Aint none of your fucking business though.” The disguised leopard’s voice was a warning growl. Peering at the coyote from the corner of his eye as she licked her canines, Lionel barely hid the groan of annoyance threatening to bubble forth from his throat to spill into the air. Great. Now the damn bitch was irritated.

A quick glance to the coyote’s neck told him all he needed to know about his current bother, and Lionel tsked beneath his breath. “Fucking pet.” the mumble was barely legible, and it died quickly in the air as the coyote played with one of her curls, a knowing smirk curled on her lips.

“I suppose its polite to give your name first before asking for one but…I’m not fucking polite so don’t expect me to be.”

Ear twitching at the coyote’s continued prattle, Lionel narrowed a glare at the girl, “For a little brat you’ve got some bad fucking language. You should watch your damn mouth.” Mentally snarling at himself for berating the inquisitive canine, Lionel grit his teeth. “And the name is...well, it’s none of your fucking business, now is it? Aint no damn way you’re getting mine if I aint getting yours. It’s called fucking respect to your elders.” Biting off the ‘bitch’ that threatened to jump off his tongue, Lionel grimaced and glanced away, his eyes scanning the room once again.

Off to the side, he could see some commotion caused by a stupid pet that had somehow managed to get jam on it, and a metal-man Amazon screaming at it in fear. Burying his claws in the fabric covering his eyes, Lionel moved his gaze away. The pet would have to deal on its own for now. He had bigger things to worry-it only cemented things further in his mind that humans and metal-men were scum. They hadn’t done anything but scream or laugh.

Lionel scoffed beneath his breath.

Fucking trash.

Moving his gaze away from the small commotion as it looked like it was resolving itself- Lionel took in the food stands, only scowl. Fuck. He wasn’t going to get this done himself.

Ear flicking in annoyance as he turned to peer at the coyote hybrid, Lionel grimaced. “You there. You’re a fucking pet right? That means you know these damn people, right. Ever heard of a Rasco Goldsbottom? I’m er… a pet of his friend. My….” unable to choke out ‘Master’, the leopard gave a wordless gesture, floundering for a moment before he shrugged, chest rumbling with an annoyed growl “..he wants me to look for him. Got a message he does.”

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ooc: Whoot! Was able to get this up :3 But oh Lionel...I don't think you're one to be telling Tweedle-Dum to watch her language ._.

And lol- guess who the little commotion was? :'D Its not that hard to guess.-shot-

[fallonann]

One of Tweedle-Dum's eyebrows raised as she heard him call her a 'Fucking pet'. A pet? Did he really think she was just a stupid pet? She would never stoop so low to actually act like one! At the thought, she scoffed, crossing her arms that bore small scars that this morning she hadn't bothered to cover up. She was going to try to stand out as much as she could today, and of course she was doing it just to piss off the lovely Oscar!

" A pet I am, but a fucking pets mind I do not hold. Such a title is disgusting and if I could, I would put my master ten feet under, take my sister and leave this place. Now if you actually want to fit into this party without any trouble, New guy, I suggest not making an ass of yourself more than you already damn did." Her eyes seemed to fire up as she went on, and she sucked her teeth, the sound making it's usual clicking noise and was bairly heard over all of the other noise that surrounded them. Waiting for a reaction to her comment, the smirk that was originally upon her face fluttered onto it once more when his ear twitched before he nagged her about swearing and respecting elders. Respect was not in her vocabulary!

Pft, he has the nerve to tell me to watch my mouth? I am definitely going to try to piss this guy off!

With her new goal that she proclaimed in her head, Tweedle-Dum was at ease around the stranger. She slowly studied his appearance, fake ears, fake tail, and spots. What kind of dog has those types of spots?

The kind that isn't a dog~! Her mind singed with a new profound interest. Now what was a guy, disguising himself to be another hybrid, doing here at this party? Oh, she knew he was a hybrid. She could tell with a quick sniff, and with thanks to her canine genes that enhances her senses, she confirmed it. The eldest twin of the Larose's pondered the question, nothing adding up until one thought passed her mind. He must be a -!

A loud noise to her far right caught her attention, bringing her out of her thoughts as she side glanced at the commotion going on in the room. It was quite distracting! A frown made it's way onto Siobhan's Tweedle-Dum's face as she looked in pity from the corner of her eye, seeing it from the perspective of a pet who is abused, and would innerly freak if such an occurrence happened. Shaking her head as she shifted to make it seem like she was looking at her feet, she sighed loudly, the sound drawing a small amount of attention to her, yet she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was why wouldn't someone help that poor pet? She would have to check up on them later when she was alone. Tweedle-Dum wouldn't be caught dead showing compassion in front of Oscar if he was around.

Still peering at the situation with her head down, the stranger's voice brought her back to attention, and as if the moment of sorrow never passed her face, the previous cocky one replaced it, holding her usual fake glee. She shifted her gaze to the dressed dog hybrid once again, and listened to him earnestly before a tumble of pleasant but mocking laughter escaped her lips. Rasco Goldsbottom? Seriously? Oh there's something with this guy! The sweet sound of her laughter stayed in the air, before she finally calmed down, and grinned at the man. Someone had their information mixed up~

" Alright alright, let's get a few things straight. Your master is a friend of 'Rasco Goldsbottom'? Oh geez what a fucking riot. I'd be damned." Tweedle-Dum laughed once more, putting quotations with her fingers around the name. Her previous goal now long forgotten with this new turn of events. Bringing one of her hands up to her mouth, she raised her other hand and pointed with a flick of a finger once at him." That's not his name. But we'll get into that more once I find out what your name is. Around here I'm known as Tweedle-Dum. But the matter is, what's yours?"

Glancing around to make sure Oscar wasn't in sight, she took a step closer to Lionel, her heels making a small click against the floor. She lowered her voice to the point where only the man before her could hear." Now if you want to know where he is and about him, because obviously your not who you say you are, dance with me so that us two hybrids don't fucking draw damn attention to ourselves." Tweedle-Dum grabbed his hand, and placed her other one upon his shoulder. He was seriously tall, and even with her four inch heels she couldn't even compare with her short stature. With the same volume of voice, she began speaking quickly." Now the only reason I know that is because one, His name is Oscar Goldsbloom, Two, I'm one of his damn pets, Three, He has no friends," She scoffed lightly, taking a moment to have a small cold laugh that could almost pass off as a giggle if it wasn't so bitter. A worn smile flashed on her pink lips before she continued, finishing her list." Oh and Four, your disguise sucks fucking balls. Plus you stick out like a sore thumb in yellow. If you really were a pet, you'd know how to dress in a event such as this one....As well as know the heir to the Goldsbloom house's name by heart." Of course she was one to talk, she was in a skimpy Santa outfit and made fun of Oscar's name on a constant basis. But the choice to wear such an outfit, was against her will, and she would never forget the mans name, she would only make fun of it.

But with the new information that was given, it seemed as if Tweedle-Dum's previous comment hung in the air once more:

'If I could, I would put my master ten feet under.'

TAG!? Lionel
WORDS!? 1038
NOTES!? Sorry again for the waiting! My life's calmed down again, I'll be posting normally .
OUTFIT!? Santa outfit, black belt, black jacket, white heels
CREDITS!? This template is credited to OH IT'S SAPPHY! of CAUTION V.2

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[cerasri]

“Alright alright, let’s get a few things straight. Your master is a friend of 'Rasco Goldsbottom'? Oh geez what a fucking riot. I'd be damned.”

Let it be said that despite his somewhat…tetchy temper, Lionel was a man that was somewhat hard to anger. Unfortunately, this tart seemed to be pushing all of the right buttons. As it was now, it was all the disguised leopard could do to not break out in a snarl that would most definitely blow his cover. Eye visibly twitching as the young coyote formed air quotes with her hand and then raised a delicate hand to her mouth before she flicked a finger at him, Lionel bit back a low growl, chest rumbling as the coyote continued on with that same self-assured air.

“That’s not his name. But we’ll get into that more once I find out what your name is. Around here I'm known as Tweedle-Dum. But the matter is, what's yours?"

Glancing away as the coyote looked around almost as if searching for-or hiding from- something, Lionel merely snorted beneath his breath. Okay-so the broad gave him her name. Big fucking deal. About to end this conversation where it was-Lionel paused; the girl’s statement finally rocketing into his brain.

Wait. Rasco Goldsbottom wasn’t the heir’s name? Body stiffening, Lionel blinked before his eyes narrowed. It took all of his (somewhat lacking) self control to relax his body and lean back. “Wrong name?” he murmured, expression suddenly a lot more serious though there was still a palpable anger evident in his voice. Damn that monitor! Being sick was no reason to get the information wrong…oh yes. One could surely bet that the damned informant would be getting a talking to.

Close to lashing out as the coyote took a step closer towards him, her heels clicking against the floor, Lionel paused, fists curling into tight balls as the young hybrid lowered her voice. “Now if you want to know where he is and about him, because obviously you’re not who you say you are, dance with me so that us two hybrids don't fucking draw damn attention to ourselves."

For a moment, Lionel almost thought of refusing, mind whirling through each possible scenario before, with a soft breath of air, the leopard hybrid followed the coyote’s direction. Allowing the girl to grab one hand while she placed her free one on his shoulder, Lionel smirked slightly as she seemed to be having some trouble with his height.

Well, it wasn’t his fucking fault she was so goddamned short even with those god-awful heels she was wearing.

Still, though he told himself it was only so he could better hear her voice, Lionel found himself bending down slightly, making his shoulder easier to reach.

"Now the only reason I know that is because one, His name is Oscar Goldsbloom, Two, I'm one of his damn pets, Three, He has no friends.”

Listening intently as the coyote-Tweedle-Dum she had called herself (she was giving him information so he might as well call her by her goddamn name) spoke quickly, Lionel snorted himself as the coyote gave a small scoff followed by a cold laugh that sounded far too bitter to pass from the lips of a girl her age. Eyes narrowing despite his best intentions to keep his face passive and blank, Lionel clicked his tongue against his teeth.

No one that smelt as young as this coyote did-not even two decades old-should sound like that.

About to question her, Lionel paused as the coyote continued speaking, “Oh and Four, your disguise sucks fucking balls. Plus you stick out like a sore thumb in yellow. If you really were a pet, you'd know how to dress in a event such as this one....As well as know the heir to the Goldsbloom house's name by heart."

Okay- forget any concern he had for the stupid brat the moment before. Muffling the growl building up within his throat as the music continued merrily on, Lionel tsked beneath his breath. Tch- this was the best fucking disguise ever! Besides- who was this damn tart to tell him his outfit sucked when she was wearing only a small scrap of cloth in freezing temperatures? Still- the girl had told him some interesting things and despite his annoyance with her for being an absolute bitch, Lionel couldn’t thank his luck at finding this particular hybrid.

After all, if what she said was true she was the pet of the man he was looking for…and well, to put it bluntly, even Lionel wasn’t stupid enough to pass up a chance like this. Still, one thing held true for most of the pets he had encountered and that was a stupidly loyal devotion to their masters. About to question the girl her motives behind telling him all of these tidbits, Lionel’s body froze as the music seemed to die to a standstill at the same time as one knowing whisper slipped from the coyote’s lips.

“If I could, I would put my master ten feet under.”

Forget all of his previous misgivings. Mouth curling into a grin as the music picked up again, this time with a swift current that could only be caused by a violin, Lionel leaned down further, mouth level to the coyote’s ear.

“Ten feet under?” he murmured, coupling the statement with a spin as he dodged another dancing couple, “And why in the hell would you want that?”

The look in the leopard’s eyes was anything but angry now, and though there was some hint of wariness within their silver depths, it was all but drowned by the inquisitiveness that most cats were known for and well, disguise or not, what was Lionel but a cat? A leopard, but indeed, a cat.

“Better yet…” Lionel continued, clawed hands tightening around Tweedle-Dum’s waist, “What fucking reason would I have to believe a bitch like you?”

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ooc: D'aww Lionel...you charmer you ;D He really does know how to talk to the ladies XD

Also, fair warning, Oscar's probably going to be introduced in my next reply so get ready for the most sane person in existence :'D Lol-not really.