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Eshek pads through the winding corridors of the main house, pawsteps echoing through the crumbling hallways. A broken window casts watery yellow sunlight across the black and white chessboard tiles, patterned eerily by the ivy growing across the empty frames. The glow is blinding amidst all this darkness and dust. She steps into the light, closing her eyes, and feels the warmth seep into her skin like a thousand little hands leeching their way into her bloodstream. Shards of glass and porcelain crunch under her paws, prickling painfully at the tender skin. She doesn't mind. A little bit of pain is good for one's health, she's found. Too much and one might find themselves in an early grave, but she's very good at judging breaking points and limits. Not her own - oh, no, certainly not. Where would be the fun in taking care of herself? The ecstasy is in the madness that comes with no sleep and the thrill that comes with chipping away at yourself a little more each day, till you're raw and bloody and free. She doesn't like to think much on the fact that freedom really oughtn't to taste so ashy and foul on her tongue, that it really oughtn't to feel so much like a new, prettier prison. But that's the beauty of torture, isn't it? There's no time to think on the screaming inside your own head when there's someone else screaming under your claws. Somewhere in the labyrinth of collapsing ceilings and stained walls and silence, a disembodied voice wails into the gloom. She flicks an ear, ignoring the prickle of fear that whispers at the back of her neck like she's some sort of weak little kit--
And there, around the other side of the corner, is her. Eshek stops, one paw still in the air, and stares in silence for a moment, savouring this small, fleeting moment before Kasdeya realises she's being watched - when she can just look; when she can just feel the knot twisting in her stomach, and the ugly, selfish need flittering in her skull, and all that softness. It's the closest she'll ever get, she thinks, to knowing what it is to feel truly quiet. Calm. No screaming inside her head, no chaos, no violence. This is what it is to simply exist.
She's very good at pleasing herself with whatever little scrap she can get.
But she isn't one to know when to stop, and she certainly isn't one to know what's good for her, and she stares for just a moment too long.
Kasdeya had positioned herself in a pool of sunshine, enjoying the warmth of the strong afternoon glow. The young huntress had had little issue adjusting to the new leadership and the move to this unfamiliar territory, but she still found herself rather lonely. This wasn't a new feeling. She had been alone since birth, her younger sister killed at a day old, as was the tradition for runts. Her parents had tried and failed to escape the League, and been executed for desertion.
Little Kasdeya had always been on the fringe. Growing up without a support system had left her volatile, angry, sarcastic. She vacillated wildly between craving attention and touch and pushing away all those who tried to befriend her. It was safer to trust no one, to rely solely on yourself. Safer, yes. But emptier. She had no friends, not truly.
Somehow time had marched on, and the gangly, fiery youngling had grown to a bewitchingly beautiful huntress. A frame tall and lean, unconsciously elegant in movement, peaceful in stillness. A thick coat of softest cream, adorned with long whiskers and tail. Her markings were unique, hard to miss- identical pearl gray streaks down her cheeks and mismatched eyes. Her eyes were always what kept others attention, one of warmest amber, one of crystal blue slashed with a splotchy brown birthmark.
Kasdeya hated and loved her unconventional beauty. It drew others to her when she craved affection, but kept them around when she wanted to be alone. Her pink nose twitched when she realized she was being watched, and the she-cat turned to see the intruder, locking her eyes onto Eshek.
"What?" She asked in a neutral tone, keeping her expression carefully controlled.
Eshek flinched back into reality, suddenly flustered and insecure; before she could stop her instincts, she set Kasdeya with a frown like the other she-cat had done something to offend her. "Nothing." Almost immediately, she shook her head and forced a smile. "No, uh, nothing, my love - you just look so terribly pretty, sitting there in the sunshine. Far too pretty to keep company with monsters like us, anyway." Her smile widened into something that was as soft as it was possible for her to be; reverent, gentle, hopeful.
Without waiting for permission, she padded closer and sat down beside her in the buttery sunlight. "You're Kasdeya, aren't you? Don't you know it's asking for trouble to sit alone among all these ghosts? I've heard they creep through the halls looking for pretty little things like you to take home with them. Not such a terrible thing, I've always thought, to be a ghost - looking out from the other side, unheard, unseen, unknowable. Peaceful. Far better than being haunted." She gazed at the wall as she spoke, losing herself in the dust motes drifting in the sunshine and the shadows swaying on the crumbling plaster. With a small smile, she turned to look at the she-cat beside her, voice quiet and tender. "I'm Eshek. Your eyes are lovely."
[ i wasn't sure if they already know each other so i hope this is okay c': <33 ]
"Oh." Kasdeya wasn't used to compliments, as most were too put off by her sneer and her glare to dare compliment her. "Thanks. Yeah, I'm Kasdeya." The talk of ghosts and her own beauty disarmed her, which made her want to get up and leave. But it was also nice, in a way. To be spoken to in a way that wasn't an order, to be sat next to like she was a tolerable cat. So she allowed it, tucking her long fluffy tail over her feet. "Eshek," she repeated absently, nodding once. "Have you... been in Primal Instinct very long? I don't recall seeing you around. Though a lot is changing in the League these days."
