Disciples and Deadly Things

KILLIAN

Killian had designated this whole day for exploring on his own, and so that was what he was doing. He had promised himself that soon he would figure out what the heck he was supposed to be doing in this world, what his purpose might be. There was time for that yet, though, right now it was much easier to simply be and learn. So today, he’d gone out into the fields and shifted into the long legged cat, who prowled the plains and blended in perfectly with the tall wind blown grass. For a while he simply stalked through the brush and ran from shade to shade, but he grew bored of these antics eventually.

And so the dappled feline delved into the glade, the most lush and gorgeous of anywhere in the Hollowed Grounds. He wove his way through the forest, rubbing his smooth golden pelt against the verdant trees as he passed them. He came upon a familiar scent, and with light steps followed it. Phoebe had laid out a picnic for herself, amid a variety of brilliantly colored flowers; she looked perfectly placed among them. A soft rumble emitted from his throat, his black tipped ears flicking as he watched her.

Then with an enthusiastic bound, Kiki emerged from the tree line into Phoebe’s clearing, shifting back to human form as he jogged towards her. He plopped himself down on the ground in front of her in a boyishly charming manner, his messy curls falling in his face as he crossed his legs. ”Hey Pheebs! Is this seat taken?” he asked as he settled himself, half teasing, and half asking if she was alright with him being there. There was value of alone time, and he didn’t want to take hers from her.

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