<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Leonaar and Leona<br/>Catacombs - Beneath the City</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Leonaar winced as the blade nicked the soft underside of his neck.  He remained still, looking at Leona, nearly oblivious to any emotion regarding her exposed body, but still fearful.  Their eyes met briefly, Leona's devoid of emotion, before Mother Tabitha's tail brushed again against his chin.  There was something familiar about her smell, but that query was pushed to the back of his mind in favor for repressed panic.  There were no questions as to what was to happen to him.  His death-- that was their goal, or rather an item on their loony-bin checklist.  His face contorted in a mixture of despair, confusion, and pleading as he squirmed against Mother Tabitha.<br/><br/>A muffled scream erupted from behind his gag as Leona squared her shoulders and, steeled, she kept her gaze on the veiled cat that kept her brother's life. Slowly she walked the final paces to the alter's first steps.  She looked up at Mother Tabitha with pure disgust, her tail tense and her fine fur standing on end.  Her gaze flickered to the cleared table but then to the knife held in the golden tail.  The few drops of Leonaar's spilled blood buzzed in her senses, provoking her need to protect kin.  The shining and sharp knife was the closest weapon, by far, to her.  To start an altercation though would only prove to have the twins outnumbered, and what cat knew how many more of these robed crazies there were in the shadows.<br/><br/>If she could just...Her eyes did not settled on the knife for long but instead on the table, where she was instructed to lay upon.  She took one steady step towards it but then turned and lunged for the knife, not caring too much for Leonaar's body in her quick, powerful, and forceful grab.