from blood and ash ! bae

man the challenge of writing these two appropriately will be fun ehehhe

The she-cat was close to convincing herself she was just being paranoid when she sensed the shift around her. A moment before he revealed himself she whipped her head in his direction, quickly schooling her features to hide any sort of shock that might give him a hint that she had only recently discovered his presence. 

His scent of pine and smoke seemed to completely envelop her, the only thing filling her nostrils as she tried to take a deep breath to clear it away. Everything about him screamed power, and it seemed to cause her insides to sing in response, as if this meeting was fated. However, as soon as his first words left his mouth, she narrowed her eyes in irritation. 

With fire in her eyes, she gave a small hiss, showing the slightest of her fangs that weren’t nearly as prominent as his. “Don’t call me that,” she added, her voice smooth but full of her pent up anger. Princess? She was no such thing. 

Her emerald gaze tracked him the entire time that he slowly made his way closer, but she didn't let it deter her or send her stepping away. He had obviously been watching her for some time if he knew about the group back at the ruins. She mentally cursed herself for not detecting him sooner, for she could be dead by now if he would have chosen to attack while she was distracted.

Still, there was something enthralling about the ebony tom as he shortened the distance between them. Not many cats dared to get close to her; she was the Chosen. She was to remain pure, untouched, and mostly unseen by all of those around her. She wasn't nervous, but was still very unused to the proximity. Not letting it show, she lashed a paw towards him when he started to get too close for comfort. Her claws were extended, but they didn't meet flesh. Her tail flashed back and forth as a warning.

"If you've been watching that closely then you think you would know who I am," she countered, a taunting grin of her own playing upon her own maw. "You must love stalking she-cats through the woods."

this will be the death of me eheheheh

Poppy felt almost as if she was a dessert to his eye, the way that he seemed to drink in not only her scent but her mere presence as well. There was something about him that almost made him seem familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. With the moonlight to his back, she couldn't help but let her eyes rake his frame. His shoulders were broad, and he was nearly double her size, and the glint of the moon accentuated how well built he was under his midnight coat. He was no mere cat, either, it seemed. 

His words seemed to spark some sort of warmth in her chest. No one had ever spoken of her in such a way, and it almost - almost made her smirk. Poppy didn't feel as if her life was in danger, even if the tom was intimidating and very much within her personal bubble that no one other than those who punished her dared to cross. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of attacking, she sat down, her movements regal and well practice, wrapping her fluffy copper tail over her paws. 

"Who are you, then?" She asked, eyes focused on him with an air of curiosity that was continuously growing through out the encounter.

It took all of her willpower to keep her expression neutral, keeping her eyes narrowed rather than widening as they should have at his admission. She had heard tales of 'The Dark One,' how dangerous he was, and how he was sure to be after her at some point. The wicked deeds he had committed to earn him such a name had haunted her dreams more than once.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Poppy asked, using her iron will to lock down her façade of confidence and ignorance. While she was very capable of defending herself against most opponents, this might be something else entirely. The game had changed, and she didn't know what to do about it other than try and get out alive.