Nepeta darted through the trees, running for her life.
She wasn't screwed when the culling drones busted in on her speech. She wasn't screwed when Sollux's powers shorted out inexplicably and left them defenseless. She wasn't even screwed when they sent in psionics of their own.
Then, they sent the subjugglator.
Nepeta could hear her giving chase. She could feel the chucklevoodoos pushing into her brain, and it sent shivers down her spine. She had to get back to the cave, pronto.
"I can see you, mutant. There is no escape," the subjugglator intoned, her voice piercing through the trees.
The sun was almost up. Crap. If she didn't make it back, she would be roasted alive. The subjugglator would be, too, but that was no consolation. THEY were replaceable.
There! In between two boulders was a tiny, innocuous cranny. Nepeta slipped inside and found herself in cult headquarters. Safe.
"Nepsis, you're okay!" someone honked.
"Hi Gamzee!" Nepeta waved at her friend. Gamzee grinned lazily.
"Speaker's been all up and worried, you better go comfort him." Nepeta rolled her eyes. Her main cult subordinate, the Speaker, was the most uptight person she knew. He was only a sweep older than Nepeta herself, but he had given himself an adult title (which he refused to admit was one letter too short) and had a frustrating air of superiority.
Nepeta entered the main hall to cheers from her followers. It was exhilarating, knowing that all of them practically worshipped her.
"Friends and fellow trolls, we are now one town closer to taking down the Empress!" Nepeta shouted to great applause. She threw her hands up in the air, grinning at her people.
Name: NEPETA VANTAS
Age: 8 SWEEPS
Blood Color: SCARLET
Elsewhere, a subjugglator stood in silence. She smiled, the sticky paint on her face contorting the grin into a horrifying death mask.
She had been foiled by the cat freak once. It would not happen again, and she would not allow it. Her target was within reach, and a new color was soon to join the plethora of others.
She twirled a lock of curly hair around her finger as she smoothly walked back towards the town, where her ride awaited. Next time, the whip that lurked in her strife specibus would contact flesh. Next time, she would hear the delightful screams of her new victim.
Next time, the cat troll would pay.
Name: ARADIA MAKARA
Age: 8 SWEEPS
Blood Color: INDIGO
A/N: Hi! So I started this new bloodswap fic, and I would REALLY LIKE opinions and advice. I have a nice big plan and plot going for this but I don't know how much my writing's improved since starting "Snakes and Scoundrels."
Oh and if someone found their way here from there, I am SO SORRY about that. I'm afraid the fic was a bit of a train wreck, and it's currently on hiatus until I can edit it into something worth reading-which might take a while. In the meantime, enjoy this weird bloodswap thing that I've written.
It's still true that I am NOT AT ALL a shipfic writer. There will be ships, never fear, but they will NOT be the focus of the story. The focus of the story is the plot. Ships that will probably appear: Katnep, Tavris, Erisol, Meowrails, and one really weird crack one-Terezi and Feferi. In this fic, it works somehow. I don't understand either. I'm not saying what quadrants, though, and there might be more.
~jormungand