And the dinner bell rings [Open*]

[imurvixen]

WHO: Kagari and any Zikhadhara-loyals / Cultists wishing to have dinner with her
WHERE: Outside of the Temple of Zikhadhara, the jungle
WHEN: Day 47 (the same day as [her journal entry])

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[riikusu]

Something smelled delicious, and it wasn't just the blood. Besides, where his loyal comrades went, Leaks went. Dinner? It sounded exquisite. Loyalty, loathing, bloodlust--equally so. Avoiding the over-population of humans, like an infestation, all self-righteous and self-important and self-satisfied, was even better, and if Kagari was making dinner, that dear beautiful beast, then he was going to be there.

They were not friends; oh, no. The bond ran deeper than any of that, much deeper, to the tangled place in his heart that ran like bramble and weed, thick as loss.

Long ago, Leaks had forgotten who he was. And now, in the presence of their new master, he had surrendered himself completely to a higher power. The truth was, he liked it. Perhaps he had always been looking for someone, something, this powerful, to serve.

In his own way, he was almost...nicer. To Firi, at least. Patted him upon the head--offered a good boy, distractedly, now and then, running long fingers with even longer nails through the silky white hair, or across a smooth white cheek. Delicate, fond, abstract, but certainly present.

He lounged back, eyes shut, in a chair near Firi, arms folded over his chest but listening, listening; listening to everything.

He would do well by his new master. He would dine with his allies and the days would dawn in their favor.