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Niahm rolled her shoulders, slightly surprised by the amount of tension that gripped her muscles tightly in its fists. Had she truly been working that hard? It was doubtful; the predatory feline was never the one to get her hands dirty. She had a mystical charm, it seemed, when it came to transforming others into precisely what she needed them to be. A gift from the gods, the remnants of her deal with the Devil, a sociopath's charm, the origins of her particular brand of manipulation were known to none; even Niahm didn't know if she was naturally talented at making cats bend to her will, or if it was something deeper. Perhaps it didn't matter; the chameleon needed no reason to change her colors, to change the colors of others. The only one who knew Niahm's true colors, or at least, as well as the feline knew her own true colors, was her sister. The duo had found themselves increasingly separated by the duties to a group she didn't care the slightest about, but it was with relief that the feline learned that the two of them were both relieved from duty that evening.
Seeing Verne pad up, she let out a purr. "It's good to finally see you, sister," she meowed, as if it had been days since they had seen each other instead of seeing her just the night before when the two of them settled into their nests that were made next to each other. That didn't count to her, and the feline desperately needed time with those that knew her.
When Verne caught sight of Niahm, she slowed to a walk, but her breathlessness betrayed the sprint she’d commenced to get here. She hadn't forgotten their plan to meet at twilight (no, she had been thinking of it all day), but as she was passing the crypt, she’d been challenged to a game of ‘who-can-spit-the-farthest’ by a prisoner. The calico was hopelessly incapable of resisting a challenge, no matter how base, so naturally, she’d accepted.
Unfortunately, the fifth tie-breaking round had gone on longer than expected, and she and the captive couldn’t agree on the winner of the seventh. By the time she had cemented her victory, the sun was already beginning its descent.
It wasn’t a big deal if she ran a few minutes late, she knew as she ran. But she didn’t like disappointing her dear sister. Niahm had that curious effect on her — well, on everyone really. It all began after that night. The world seemed determined to indulge her. Most of the time she was happy to do so, especially when it meant they could spend quality time together.
“Nice to see you too,” she smiled breathlessly. “We have the whole night to ourselves! What shall we do?”
That night was never too far from her thoughts, no matter how hard she pushed them away. It was the day things had changed; she had made a deal that night. Of course, that meant that Verne was dragged along for the ride. Whether or not her sister had wanted to make a deal with the devil, Verne had seemed unwilling to let her sister embark on whatever journey was to come.
"Have a nice run?" she teased. There was only one cat who saw the more gentle side to her particular manipulation, and it was Verne. Her sister still felt the pull to Niahm, she was sure, a pull that was stronger than the bond that sisterhood allowed. There was a part of Niahm that felt badly for this; if there was one cat that deserved to escape Niahm's clutches, it was Verne. Yet, the magnetism of the calico was something that couldn't be avoided, not really, which was quite unfortunate for her sister, but quite handy for Niahm.
"I imagine someone asked you to play?" Her lips twitched into a smile; if there was one thing that Verne could resist less than Niahm's charm, it was a challenge. It was one of the parts of her sister in which she was most fond, if she was being honest. It kept things interesting.
"I was thinking that perhaps we could go back to where the corpse was found. There has to be something we missed, some clue as to who found us and why." It wasn't necessarily that Niahm ran from the idea of their homeland, but it did make her slightly uncomfortable that there were cats here in Primal Instinct that knew of the ancient rituals enough to enact one. "And, it's a nice night for a walk anyways, don't you think?"
“I play to win,” she validated boastfully, though a victory against a prisoner mattered very little. She didn’t care to specify what exactly she had won at, so she was glad the topic quickly changed to a much more intriguing matter.
“We haven’t taken a midnight stroll in a long time, sister,” she mewed wistfully, giving her a playful bump with a shoulder. And what a night to do it, with so much tension in the air. A murderer was on the loose. One that now knew the secrets of their origin, and could reasonably target them next. She ought to be scared, she reflected. But all she felt was exhilaration.
Perhaps this was omened, the devil returned to collect his dues. He’d traveled a long way to get it.
While she was happy they’d traveled south and seen more of the world than she could have dreamed of growing up, leaving hadn't exactly been her idea. That night had erupted a tidal wave that had uprooted everything they’d known, and fleeing had been their only option. The calico cat didn’t often look back, but she’d had an inkling that they hadn’t shaken the tendrils of the past. And now the past had come roaring back to prove her right. Alas, she was eager to close this loose end, permanently. But first they had to find the murderer, and discover what they’d been hoping to attain.
“That red-eyed tom seems like the obvious answer,” she considered. “But the truth often isn’t so obvious.”
Suddenly she turned to her sister, her golden eyes wide, innocent, curious. “I didn’t want to ask in front of all those strangers. But... did you do it?” Her instincts told her no, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Her sister had the belly for such a thing. But Verne doubted she’d take such an action without consulting her first. And the ornament of it all, it didn’t seem like Riahm’s modus operandi. Still, she needed assurance. What would Niahm do with eternal life?
