Down To The Devils Show

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

The control of talking to someone without them knowing who you actually were? Jiyu could easily forgive her mother for finding that ever so tempting to continue on with! The calico had her own experience with such things, mostly in the department of hiding who she was from some cat or convincing them she was something else, long enough so the reveal of the monster was even more painful for them and exhilarating for her. The purr from her mother's throat was enough to pull out a diluted purr of her own, it was so soft almost as if she couldn't, but it was something.

The idea of what could have happened if Capone took her with that day, the weak frail kitten born without breath who managed to fight for her first breaths second after her mother had turned away? That would have been a nice fantasy if she was the kind. Heck, the only way she could have grown up more twisted was if Capone had gotten to raise her and than she would likely be worse as she would have her emotions largely intact! They had their distinct differences, and the ones that existed could easily be taken as a sign Capone not getting to raise her had been a good thing for the rest of the world! If she was anymore similar to her mother than she already was? Well, the world could never be ready for two of mother dearest.

Having her mother to interact with was excellent, considering she had more than enough experience with cats who had not exactly embraced what they were. Knowing she came from a line of 'monsters' that were perfectly alright as such? Was empowering. "It just gushes so quickly it's almost enough to drown in, driven by the puncture, the fear, and the pain." the feline licked her lips easily recalling the taste of the heart she just had and wishing her victim had been strong enough to survive the torment so she could have taken that one beating. "Aaw, that's romantic!" one paw lifted slightly as she sat on her furry rump. "None of my mates have ever been that considerate." she almost seemed as if she was pouting for a second, but she wasn't very good at it, the expression was simply disfigured and twisted. "Certainly explains why I adore hearts so much, conceived to be a cannibal." with that comment she kept the weird smile on her maw brushing the small portion of skinned pelt she had used as a bag until it laid against the dresser of the room.