Down To The Devils Show

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

Only a mother could love eyes like hers, ones that could not portray the emotions that other's optics wrote clearly to be read. The only thing anyone could see in the orbs of the calico? Was nothingness almost all the time, the eyes were a window to the soul and hers was pretty much in shambles, had been since before she joined the elite. No cat could go through what she had and have their soul entirely intact, fissures and fault lines existed all along her.

"Getting a kitten to trust me." normally something like this would sicken her considering what she had been through she was never one for abusing kits. However, the calico saw this different as the soul already within the body would likely just become a glue of some sort for the daemon, rather to the body or between the soul fissures or whatever kept those things together.  "I can do that easily, and I'll go for as young as I can get one weaned, it's easier to get them to willing follow when they haven't been taught better yet." of course, she had learned better very young considering her upbringing she was too terrified to go with anyone who wasn't one of the two brothers who raised her and they had kept that control over her until she snapped and murdered one of them. Hopefully the other of them wouldn't decide to come back now that the group seemed to be getting back together. "Getting one shortly after birth and muting the nurser, raising one to be the vessel, would be most efficient, but I can't do that." she could never do something so close to what had been done to her, these days she could not even remember if the cat she nursed from had voice. "So we may run into some resistance if the host figures out what's going on, but she shouldn't." it would be unusual, but possibilities always existed. She just needed to secure another kit like Ophelia, one that wouldn't want to go back even if someone came for them.