[open] do i wanna know.

[Set]

I watch it stumble through the undergrowth, dripping and trailing small, spent carcasses as it goes. Eventually it will get far away enough that my magic will no longer hold it together. It will sink to its knees with a rattling groan, the white froth at its mouth tinged brown old blood. Its revived heart will slow until it ceases with a final, gasping throb, severing the puppeteer’s strings, falling into a crumpled heap to molder until it is once again teeming with what life there is after death.

I don’t know how long I stare after it, unblinking and lost in existential thought, but my eyes are dry and stinging when I finally tilt my head and swing my attention up toward the pale orange cat crouched on a branch.

I keep my magicks to myself, wrapped and coiled around me like a shroud, but after so long inhabiting my body, certain bits of it operate subconsciously and I know she is not truly a cat. Now that I think about it, I don’t know that I’ve ever met a “true” cat before.

“Friend of yours?” I ask placidly, stretching a foreleg out to rub the ache from my eyes. My voice is gravelly with disuse and I snort before shaking my mane out with a low groan.

@Mafdet