[open] Who are you?

[Siren]

Neytiri

A long legged black she-cat padded silently on the streets, she had been trailing her target for a few days, getting to know his habits and regular routine of everyday life. This one should be pretty easy to take down. He was wanted dead by the Royals for murdering an entire family, which had included kits. This was uncalled for and even though Neytiri herself didn't like kits, there were lines to be drawn and this tom obviously didn't have any.

She knew he would be coming down this street soon and would hop up onto the ledges to get to what she thought was his regular hideout but not where he lived. Which was going to be perfect to take him down in. Using her skills, Neytiri scaled to ledges with ease and then proceeded to the roof where she watched and waited. She waited silently and with perfect stillness for two hours before the tom walked down the street, unknowning of his fate and right on time.

He had just started to make the leaps towards his hideout when Neytiri jumped off the roof and with practiced accuracy, landed squarly on the tom's back, her teeth already in his neck. The top and her both tumbled off the ledge he had been on and landed harshly on the dusty dirt ground. The assassin was up in a flash and had already righted herself when the tom even began to stir. The panther looking she-cat was just going to finish him off when the entire mission was thwarted by a voice down the street and the sound of running pawprints. Neytiri readied herself for battle.

[Hades •]

There are just some things that take a little more time than others, but this was being an impossible task. The worst possible kit to become a Ma’at was one that was still acting like he was living in the nursery with his mother! Azibo couldn’t take beginners, he had his rough spots with them in the past and they were nothing but irritating Jackals. Whenever Azibo found himself face to face with one of the young ones he had tried to train, there was always a bit of awkward air between them that would send shivers down his spine and tail, leaving a tingling sensation about his paws. He felt that now they understood what he meant, that they would fully comprehend why he had been so harsh on them, many of them were some of the best Ma’at’s in Lower Egypt! Azibo couldn’t have been more proud to see the kits transformed into honorable warriors… well most of them. For being a Ma’at that prefers to be on the outside of the circle that surrounds the Pharaoh and everyone who would have anything to do with him.

“Azibo, just don’t get distracted when you make your rounds.” The cat named Azibo sat at the entrance of the door, tail curled around his paws and a distant look in his yellow eyes. Shifting his head slowly he looked at his commanding general, nodding and in a swift, silent movement he left the room and walked through corridor that lead to the streets of the city, ignoring all he passed until he was just beyond the gate. A patrol was coming back from a round about the city, his lovely city, but their number was one less than when they left. Azibo narrowed his eyes and wondered who had been on that patrol… ah, he would find out later! This was a solo patrol, something that was supposed to look like just a stroll about Abydos, and he was to return with his findings.

The idea behind going out alone was to catch criminals in their act, and so far it seemed to be working – once or twice a week someone would come before the Pharaoh and every now and then there would be trial. But, all in all it seemed to be working! However, there was one fault, and that was the cats the General would choose. Recently he had chosen one of the more deadly warriors in the Pharaoh’s service and the cat he was supposed to bring back ended up dead before they could even obtain their victim! Such was the fault of this particular program, never the less they went on with it.

The golden-brown tom didn’t know what he was in store for when he stepped out of the gates and onto the streets. He thought he would be prepared, since when was he not? Of all the Ma’at’s in the den he thought he was the most prepared of all of them! It wasn’t ego talking, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was true.

Caterwauling came from the next street and Azibo picked up the pace, streaking towards the sound to help whomever had been in trouble, or to break up the fight and keep the peace before others started to egg-on the fight. Street fighting wasn’t something Azibo was particularly fond of no matter who it was that started the fight.

The alley was a lonely one, and dark as the shadow of the buildings in the area protected it from the sun. Yellow eyes on their guard and hackles raised he proceed with less worry to caution and more concern for the ambushed cat in the alley. Perhaps it was harmless house-pet? His yellow eyes soon spotted ice-blue ones and he stopped one tail length from the shadow colored female. He glared and glanced at the victim for a moment before his eyes flickered back to she-cat before him. Perhaps she would be reasonable?

“Now tell me,” He started, on his guard, “What seems to be the problem?”

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