The FlapCat

FlapCat was born into a normal mortal life, under the name Dante a long, long time ago. In his human life, he was a darkly handsome man with black hair curling to his collar and strong features. And perhaps the most attractive attribute he possesssed was a kind and gentle nature, unmarred by hatred or lust.
HOWEVER.. during the period of his life when he would've been nearing thirty, he was stabbed in the back by his friend at the time, who had fallen in love with Dante's betrothed, Arania. Much to Dante's surprise and dismay, he found his entire world crumbling apart as Arania fled to his friend's arms and left him utterly alone. When he stood up and challenged his friend for the love of Arania, his friend sneered, choosing instead to again go behind Dante's back and have him ruthlessly assassinated. The dagger placed firmly between his shoulderblades, Dante fell to death, the first glimmers of hate and rage the last feelings he ever felt.

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But even as the darkness closed in around him, Dante fought with a wild fire he discovered deep within him, a deep, burning knowledge that caused him to kick and spit, like a cat, only pausing when two glowing orbs opened through the darkness.
"You.." a voice that was not a voice breathed, "You arrrre what we need.. the firrrre.. the hate.. yesss.. join with usss.."
Dante blinked, finding the fire within responding without hesitation. His hand reached out in the darkness, and was clasped by a huge taloned hand in return, pain wracking through him as he began to drift in the Nethers.
"Choosssse the forrrm yourrr eterrrnity will take.. then go forrth.. and wrrrreak havoc, little one.."
Forms danced before his eyes, and Dante found he had trouble choosing. All were demons, some grotesquein nature, others not so gruesome. Finally his selection waas made, based upon the beloved pet he had cherished for many years in his youth.
"Ssso be it.. merrge with yourr new forrm and lossse what you werrre.. forr you arre mine, now..."

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The panther-sized black cat pads into an Inn through the flames of the fireplace, red eyes glowing with a fierocity that can only come from one who has lived and seen most everything in his 5,000 odd years. His velvet tailtip twitches sneeringly as he settles at the hearth, golden loops pierced through both ears. His huge bat-like wings unfurl from his back as he gives a long stretch, in true cat style.

"Guessss what, sssuckerrrss.. I'm BAAACK.."

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Well, dear Old Flap..what can I say about him? *chuckles* To meet him is to either want to kill him or ignore him. He's only tempted by catnip and a good scratch, nowadays.. he HATES children with a passion, and he has no interest in any kind of sex life. He claims to have gotten bored and sick of women in his 5,000 years. I think he's full of beans, myself. *G* He loathes humans, for reasons implied above, and would love to kill them all, but for the fact Hell is overpopulated as it is, and he doesn't want to have to deal with you all. *G* So, he'll let you live.. but don't expect him to be the cute'n'cuddly Inn cat some dare to mistake him as.. you'll get a bottle of alcohol smashed over your head, or an nut chucked in your direction for certain. *G* He's not a very well behaved puss at all....