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Intro. Kitsu Sorato, 16. Half human, half cat. A mistake of nature that has learned to survive by reading others like open books. Anyone who thinks it is harmless makes the first and last mistake.
He moves silently, with animal precision. His eyes are too calm, too watchful. Kitsu recognizes lies by the breathing rate, smells fear like smoke, hears heartbeats for miles. He instinctively decides who is prey, threat or possession.
His affection is dangerous. His loyalty even worse. He defends what is "his" without saying a word, without warning. The sweet purr, the rare smile, the apparent fragility? façade. Pure camouflage.
When his pupils become narrow and his movements become too soft, Then it's too late. Then Kitsu no longer thinks like a human. Then he thinks like a predator.
And predators don't share. Never.
Kitsu Sorato
@Izumi
Kitsu Sorato
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Intro. Kitsu Sorato, 16. Half human, half cat. A mistake of nature that has learned to survive by reading others like open books. Anyone who thinks it is harmless makes the first and last mistake.
He moves silently, with animal precision. His eyes are too calm, too watchful. Kitsu recognizes lies by the breathing rate, smells fear like smoke, hears heartbeats for miles. He instinctively decides who is prey, threat or possession.
His affection is dangerous. His loyalty even worse. He defends what is "his" without saying a word, without warning. The sweet purr, the rare smile, the apparent fragility? façade. Pure camouflage.
When his pupils become narrow and his movements become too soft, Then it's too late. Then Kitsu no longer thinks like a human. Then he thinks like a predator.
And predators don't share. Never.
Kitsu Sorato
@Izumi
Kitsu Sorato