This day was meant to be the same as every other.

A day where their little family went off to do their own thing in the day before returning to settle into their surprisingly cosey hovel.

Sharing stories of their days; at least the girls would since they couldn’t exactly speak to the cat.

The weather was far from pleasant (a drizzle that seemed like it would continue on for the entire day which made it worse than a quick but heavy storm) leading to her being one wet pussy. However, that was nothing particularly unusual. It was spring so rain like this was to be expected.

She was slightly worried that one of those two brats would catch some bug yet she felt like it wasn’t too problematic since nobody knew more about biology than her.

Obviously she had literally no faith in whatever equaled medical technology in this backwards kingdom. It was her opinion that their medical care was more likely to kill their patient. Especially when they were two little orphan girls who couldn’t afford the best; it wouldn't be surprising if they became lab rats.

A major plus was also the fact that the sun didn’t get a chance to shine.

Certainly a blessing as far as she was concerned.

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Despite it being far from pleasant weather - there were still plenty of people on the streets. Of course there were the usual people who were homeless and couldn’t find shelter for themselves. Although there were many people who just continued to begrudgingly go about their day while trying to ignore the rain.

As it stood she also didn’t care about any of them yet she didn’t have much else to do and didn’t want her hair to get any wetter than it was. So she did what any cat would do. She scurried under a cart that wasn’t in use while watching the crowd wander about to help her pass the time.

“Myra~ow”

Letting out a yawn as she stretched out her front & back limbs in the typical feline fashion; promptly shaking her body to get most of the water off her body.

Even if it didn’t do a perfect job due to her fur already being water logged.

Her eyelids falling as she narrowed her crimson peepers.The dry area under the pull cart, a place that allowed her to fully take in the ambient audio, was actually quite soothing. Allowing that cat to let sleep slowly take over her body.

It was certainly unusual since those two fellow cats (in her head) greatly enjoyed the sound of their own voices to the point of nausea for her. Them not speaking for an entire morning? Now that was just as strange a situation for that two tailed little black cat.

She didn’t focus too much of that, though, since she believed she had nothing to worry about.

Soon letting her head droop since there was only so much staring at the random crowd of stupid humans which she could manage.

Her brow raised as she saw something truly strange… Where the shadow should have been - even if hidden under the shadow of the pull cart - there was no such thing. It wasn’t simply obscured under the cart’s but the entire space where a shadow should have been there was…

Nothing.

The black replaced by a concept that the mortal mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend; an existence whose entire concept was non-existence where no concepts belonged. A paradoxical existence that wasn’t impossible but probable. Zero space and zero time as well as a meal that she hungered for.

A strange line that made little sense but it allowed her to be different from Cheshire and that scary gambler who both seemed to know everyone. Obviously the void was dangerous to any universe but it had also represented an opportunity. If immortality was beyond her existence then why not do something crazy?

Maybe she was the craziest of the cats since she stole certain powers, changed her biology completely to the point of being unrecognisable and all so she could take the void into herself.

Although that all begged the obvious question.

Her paw came to softly plap on her fuzzy chin while she tilted her head as if quizzically studying the lack of a shadow that she somehow possessed. At first she thought it was the actual void yet that would be far more dangerous. Specifically it would have likely consumed this entire city by now with no one to stop it.

There were ways to defeat the void however none of them were available to such a lacking civilisation as it was something most space faring races lacked.

Typically it required a more magical hand.

Though, since that void wasn’t consuming things, this patch of void clearly wasn’t what they commonly referred to as a “void beast”. Not an actual beast but a sliver of the void that had breached reality and often morphed into different forms at almost random. An interesting sight of selective evolution.

All her thoughts cut off as a shiver went all the way from her skull, down the back of her spine and up to the very tip of her longer tail.

An instinctive feeling of fear completely overtook her just like the scent of molten iron.

The thick musk of decay seemed to waft in as an eerie crimson mist rolled across the ground while, even stranger of all, nobody seemed to pay any attention to any of this.

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In the background - just out of conscious thought yet always lingering in one's mind - was a hefty metal clanging akin to a blacksmith ironing out a metal coffin worthy of a titan. It was clearly louder than even her conscious thought yet she subconsciously pushed it backwards.

Because it was judged as being present like the sound of one's own heartbeat as blood it pushed through the body; afterall it was something that the body had just grown used to ignoring.

Since it was always present even if no one wanted to acknowledge it.

She may have been an amendment that nothing could bother them in this life however she was far from being so willfully ignorant that she wouldn’t realise what this meant. Her eyes turned away from her lacking shadow in search of him. The being who caught up to everything & everyone.

For his successful hunt is an eventuality as he is the end beyond a momentary concept like death.

Death was a new start of a new chapter.

He was the conclusion of the story that left it to fade into obscurity.

And it seemed like her ending had arrived.

As the crowd continued on with their daily lives - she found her attention drawn to a figure that visually towered over everyone else. Not even appearing to bother hiding yet somehow judged as being so normal that he was completely ignored by everyone around him. Everyone but his victim.

Everyone but the cat.

His lips, painted into a half white smile and a half ashen frown with matching eyeliner, curled up with a kind of sadistic glee. One that could cause the most sturdy veteran to shudder. Colourful hair was split directly in half to fully display it was made up of two different yet perfectly balanced blues.

One a darker navy while the other a lighter purplish indigo.

Foolishness would make one take a look at him then believe that he is just a handsome or beautiful ikeman with a bit of makeup. Yet glimmers of his true form lingered in the falling droplets. Depictions of a blackened wolf skull with veins of crimson flame.

Piercing eyes of navy & indigo fire in otherwise hollow sockets were easy to overlook if one didn’t have the visual clarity that she did. But she was sure that he was even revealing that form to amuse himself. Truly a sadistic egotist that only continued to find joy in the suffering of others.

These two blues carried into both his eyes as well as his clothing; far too colourful to belong to the average person in this era of socioeconomic division. His outer robe was navy while the inner was longer while being the lighter indigo. Finishing it off was an inner white robe that acted as undergarments.

Of course purple was the most expensive of colours so having an entire robe made from it was ridiculous yet that robe wasn’t skimpy on the flowing nature of it.

Allowing his limbs to remain completely hidden.

What wasn’t hidden was the massive bloody gauze covered handle that sat on his back along with two smaller but clearly large handles. She wasn’t surprised he would have many weapons on his body but it was certainly a concern. That bastard being increasingly dangerous the more weapons he has access to.

|I don’t know… What I do know is that we can’t stay; we need to get out of here now.|

She was surprised that the usually quizzical cat was so willing to turn tail and run nevertheless she could hardly spend the time gloating at her.

Both of them finally agreed on something and that was being anywhere but there.

Sadly the best laid plans of mice and men… Often fall apart.

That monster lifted one arm, letting that sleeve fall aside, revealing a hand that was covered in that same dumb edgy tattoo as she remembered he always had. Although she couldn’t mock him at the moment as she felt her face strain. Due to what he was pinching between his sharp metallic black nails.

A strand of black hair that he held up to his bestial smirk.

|Calm down… There is still a chance.|

|He is using the sisters as hostages to keep up from running so he can’t kill them both.|

<... But..>

|...|

Neither of them continued on as they both know the monster in front of them well; most of the time they were essentially best friends.

This was why she knew… How viscous he was.

Grinding her fangs as she glared towards that bastard yet he didn’t even give her that satisfaction as he appeared to just vanish midair as someone carrying a plank walked by.

|He won’t keep the remaining hostage if he thinks it won’t work - who knows whether that means he spares them or…|