[ there is a cat. a little white shape that appears before Yuca, all soft fur and sharp bones and big yellow eyes, its pristine fur marred by blood that has turned tacky and rust-coloured. it circles the child curled up on the ground – (she searches for his scent, curious at his resemblance to Miharu) – and when it is satisfied with its inspection, creeps close enough to press its nose, damp and gentle, against the bare skin of his arm. it gives a trill, the sound sweet.
and then it bites him. ]
Maow.
[ in his mind, Yuca feels a gaze that is curious, searching—but detached. ]
i'm saying they're both harbingers for the furby recognition of it all
and then it bites him. ]
Maow.
[ in his mind, Yuca feels a gaze that is curious, searching—but detached. ]