strays of the soul
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Her spirits and natural predatory nature surged through her veins, giving her a whole new feeling of adrenaline not yet experienced before. Like a drug, this was becoming her vice, and for the more considerate section of her conscious that bode her to simply turn around and head back home, well, it was fading farther and farther into her mind's oblivious. Thrill drunk on exploring in the darkest of shadows tonight, Catalyst simply wanted to be one with them; moving in a fluid like motion, protected by their dark sheath, but she could see everything else on the outside from a safe distance within these shadows.

However, these shadows decided to fail her at this point, for a familiar German lick made itself known in the still air, and for a second the young girl's fur prickled along her spine, and her addictive adrenaline was shot another dose that made it uncomfortable rather than welcoming, Turning, her dual hued eyes caught the gleam of her younger, cinnamon colored sister, Avarice. At the question, Catalyst couldn't help but smirk. "Nicht sollte ich der sein, der sie um den bittet?" Spoken with a quirked brow, seeing as how it was amusing for Avarice to ask such a question that would be deemed more like an authorative question to come from Catalyst's mouth if she was the one who happened to ask that inquiry about Avarice. Knowing Avarice, she had already declared herself to be the one who was the most rebellious of the litter, so seeing Avarice out at this time of hour was actually no surprise for Catalyst whatsoever. "Die nacht ist interessant." Catalyst simply said with a shrug, but one could tell there was a mischevious gleam in her eyes, one that wasn't so shrugged off like her words told.






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