* chapter i: darkness / abandoned & strained kit

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NAME: ... ¦ GENDER: ? ¦ LEVEL: 2 ¦ ♡: 1
STR: 1 ¦ DEF: 1 ¦ CON: 1 ¦ DEX: 1 ¦ INT: 1
PER: 2 ¦ CHR: 1 ¦ AGL: 1 ¦ WIL: 1 ¦ LCK: 1

Curiosity settles deep within consciousness when They spots a new figure soaring towards where They is with the other kit. They glances at the lilac point, then at a creature who is much more older than the other two kits They met. One, two, three... They thinks about who else inhabits here... How many more...?

Snapping thoughts, full focus now on the male towering Them, They shrinks back. Eyes yet wide, with awe gleams in them, They utters a loud squeak at Their body being bathe in sudden warmth from gentle tongue. Pleasant it feels, pain is left behind mind, They mews and reaches Their quivering paws towards the spotted figure. Attentively, They purrs when They is close against the system that provides nothing but a joy to Them, wrapped in friendly heat. They presses Their cheeks against his flank and rubs, motion full of fondness.

( * Marcellus ▲  )

"What's goin' on? Who's this?"

They looks up to a new kit and tilts Their head. Though, he lacks wings, as They do not expect, from his words of wonder, his presence paints Their world marigold. They squeaks at the kit, following after his gaze and, too, sees an object. Little time it takes for Them to observe it well when They senses the coldness hitting Them once more. They struggles under the Unknown's teeth and mewls. They stays that way until They feels the cool grains beneath Them.

Their furs bristles when They realizes it was a canine who did such a thing to Them. But Their annoyance quickly falls as astonishment takes over. How his structure is different. Eyes different, teeth different, all too different. They marvels at him, awareness of Their surrounding disappears for a moment, before They catches a shine of an object that is places before Them. They stares at it and blinks, lips curves downward.

"You can drink that, if you're thirsty."

Creamy tenderness coats a voice of passion, born with a soft heart. It bleeds into the air, and, somehow, despite how he took Them away from Their comfort, it appears benevolent.

"I'm going to rub this into your legs, okay? They should feel better."

They slightly leans at his words, careful eyes on a clear substance his paws are coats with. When he places his paw on Theirs, unlike how the lilac point kit did it, something touches Them, but it is not kind to Them.

( * Peppino ▼  )

In the corner of Their eyes that fills with hot tears, a blurred figure appears by the canine, and so do a thought if she will hurt Them too. Choking on a pained gasp, They attempts to pat the doberman away and scrambles off to the king cheetah. The one who makes Them felt good. Pain that sticks inside of Their limbs grows immensely after each careless step, and once They finds Themself tripping over to the spotted furs, They lets out a wail.