NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY && captured.

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[color=white]ji wasnt one to let his desires get away from him, but chat? chat was something he wanted, and he wanted chat with a desperation. something about the neko had caught his attention when he had rescued him from a messy ending. so here he was, struggling through the forest in an attempt to reach the beach from his own little house.

groaning as he shifted his weight onto his new model of a prosthetic limb, jikai kept going, wanting to deliver one of the few charms he had made for chat. as he walked he grew uneasy, sensing something deep inside the earth, feeling stress and fear from one certain area. hurrying his hobble jikai advanced towards the area, breath catching in his throat as he sensed danger and loss, as well as the stench of blood.

the vampires will be here any second now... he thought lowly to himself as he came upon the area where adrien had been taken, the young witch growing still as a rage built inside of his chest, thumping beside his heart that clawed to escape. the hellhound in his body rumbled unhappily, eyes zoned in on the small area where a scuffle had occurred, his breath coming fast as he took in the blood and patches of black fur. his mind ran through the many people that this black fur might belong to, but his newest friend is the only person that came up with black fur. unwilling for this to be the truth, jikai took a deep breath and let it out as he shuffled to the marks left behind, dropping to his knee to pick up a chunk of fur, raising it to his nose to breathe in the scent. it was chat, or rather, adrien, the werecat's humanistic personality.