It was early evening, when the sun had just started to set into the waters offshore and the shadows grew long down the path that lead towards the Wilds. Drystan was by himself, and had only need to go in and find a few reagents that grew out there, not very far from town. So he was not too suspicious of what or who he may run into. He was still dressed for work hours, long sleeves, vest, trousers but always with the overly comfortable workers boots. He was humming some tune that had come out of the house earlier that morning, one of Dorian's, so it was upbeat with a snappy chorus. He watched the cobble stones as he stepped over them, long gait covering distance in shorter order.
Cyrus Anders is a cat. A VERY large cat. Sometimes he's just a cat. This is a thing that happens. He pads hither and thither, slinking in and out of the shadows. He's following his nose. His nose pauses in its forward progression and jaunts to the left. He starts following a familiar scent. It's strong and bloody and filled with eyeballs. He licks his chops and comes up behind Drystan, lowering his big fluffy head trying to get a hand up onto his head. Big kitty wants pets. He doesn't know where Drystan is going but now he's walking along-side of him and demanding pets. Long claws make little tippy tappy sounds against the rock paved path.
Dusk. It’s the time when things start creeping out. The night hunters. The creatures who don’t want to be seen. When the wild things encroach upon civilization. It is no different for the fox. Peering from the edge of the woods toward the city, the kitsune paces bare foot though the tall grasses and weeds that choke the forest’s edge, the soft swish of flesh against reed signaling her movements. Gone is the familiar refined form of the town's tailor. Long golden hair has been knotted atop her head, twigs and leaves adorn it and snag the oversized sweater she wears. Feet are a bit dirtied, and there is a furtive nuance to her motions. And she seems to be rather more effeminate than her usual look. Spying someone entering the woods, she slips behind a tree then tilts her head to peer around it toward the interloper. Sure. They aren’t her woods. But she thinks they are. Nose twitching, she scents the air. One hand lifts to push her away from the tree and then a rather large cat emerges. Freezing – not even breathing, the golden fox stares wide-eyed at the two then flits from one tree to another to keep pace with them, off to the side of the path.
Drystan nearly jumps out of his skin when the lion ambles up beside him and lifts his hand atop his great head, “Oh! Holy Fuck!” He does actually jump, but not away so much as up into himself. It’s a wonder he didn’t fall over there in the road. “Cy..Cyrus??” I mean, how many other big black lions could there be on the island, right? He put his hand over his chest and manually slowed his heartbeat, bending at the waist, pausing in that spot. “Where did you come from? You gave me such a fright! By Gods..” He let out a long winded breath and clomped his hand atop of the big cat’s head, digging his fingers into his mane and giving him a good scratch and a shake. “You disappeared for months! How have you been??” He started to walk again, unaware of the kitsune that stalked the path besides them just out of sight.
Cyrus Anders makes heavy huffing noises. It's like tiny talking roars like a house cat meowing at his human, only much much MUCH deeper and louder. It's damned near bone rattling in how deep it is. He is fully capable of speaking magically in human, but nope, he's a cat right now. He just talks back in those roaring meows. There's almost a chuckling sound when Drystan says he disappeared. He huffs and chuffs and walks around Drystan, rubbing against him all the way around and then coming to a stop again. He lifts his head and starts sniffing at the air, huffing, sniffing, huffing sniffing. Then makes a noise at the forest, sort of a half hearted 'who's there??' sort of meow roar. He doesn't actually seem to care all that much, but big glowing eyes look up at Drystan and then look toward the row of trees as if to say there was something out there. Then he'd go back to enjoying more mane skritches. He's a Tom Cat, this is how they do. If you let them out, they will disappear but be back when they decide it's time to come 'home.'
Intrigued, Kyuu pauses just ahead of the pair and watches the exchange. The pets. She lifts a hand and strokes her own cheek absently and a soft trill of or a purr is given. Resting the side of her head against the tree, she continues to watch though a mischievous smile flickers across her face when the lion starts sniffing the air. With a push of telekinesis, she is up in the tree branches and looking down, edging out over the path and squatting on her perch. It is bound to make a bit of noise. The kitsune thinks she is sneaky, but she is way better on the ground than in trees.
/me lifts his eyebrows at all the ‘talking’ the lion is doing and he just sort of nods along as if he’s got a clue as to what the cat is actually saying. “Oh..I ..don’t speak…lion. I speak quite a few languages, some very badly, but..we hardly had time to get to know one another when we met, it was all a bit of a --” He paused and cocked his head to the side, in the direction that Cyrus had mrowled towards. He heard something in the trees, but he didn’t go and just start gawking upwards. “Yes, well so it seems..” He said to no one in particular, and just took a few steps in the direction of the large gates, letting his fingers run through the lion’s mane. This would take him below and under the kitsune. He waited to see if Cy would follow. It could be absolutely anything making noise, but the lion’s senses were different from his own, and his willingness would be telling.
Cyrus Anders just grunts when Drystan says he doesn't speak lion. He doesn't switch to English. Instead he just licks Drystan's hand. MLEM! It's such a big and rough tongue. And yes, he's walking along with him. Just padding along, his entire body moving languidly and those tippy tappy claws against the stones again. He suddenly yawns, mouth opening cutely for a second and then his face just splits in half with rows of enormous teefers. He makes a big lazy lion sound and then shakes his head. He saunters over to one tree and jumps up onto his hind legs, giving it a MASSIVE shake. A squirrel falls out, flailing and squeaking. Shaking his head as if to say 'not that one' Cy wanders over to another tree and hops up onto his back legs and starts to furiously shake that tree. He might as well be a bear trying to shake a beehive out.
Perched, the fox stays very, very still as Drystan begins to pass beneath her. She leans out, hands gripping the branch to keep her balanced, and sniffs the air again. Something about him is familiar though he isn’t. She doesn’t know him. Caught up in this riddle, she is not paying attention to what the lion is doing. Not until a squirrel is yeeted out of the branches not so far from her. Starting, she lets go of her bush then turns to look over her shoulder toward the big cat. And that is when her tree is jostled. Balanced just upon her toes, no grip to steady her, she goes tumbling down to the ground with a brief shriek.
/me stops where he was and watches as Cy goes shaking the trees. He just shook his head,- that was one way of doing it. The squirrel goes flying and he crosses his arms. “Now, that wasn’t very nice…” But then, a shriek and a half second later as Cy shook the next tree, kersplat! Down came a..woman. Drystan stumbled back a few steps and put a hand up in front of him. “Whoa, hello there…who do we have here?” He was wide eyed and looking her over, to make sure she was okay from falling her ass out of a tree, but also..to figure out who and why they’d be hanging out up a tree anyhow. “You okay miss?”
Cyrus Anders lets out a triumphant lion noise as something big and gold tumbles out of the tree with a shriek. He moves closer without a second of hesitation and starts to sniff at the creature. He blinked and tilted his head, letting out a confused sneeze. /'It's a girl!'/ He was pretty sure that he smelled an animal, but now it was a lady. That wasn't entirely shocking, but he wasn't expecting it. He also gave up cat-talking because, while it was fun to frustrate Drystan, now there was another person and he didn't know them. Looking back to Drystan and then to the splat woman, he sat his ass right down and started to lick a giant paw. He touched a tree, gotta groom himself.
Ow. Owowowowow. Kyuu briefly curls on the ground as the sudden and sharp pain of her landing ripples through her frame. A hand curls in the leafy dirt about the cobblestones and she tilts her head down, hiding behind the fall of her hair. Its only a moment or so before she is sliding her legs beneath her and shifting up into a squat. The sweater shifts with her motions but it is likely at some point because it's pretty clear that it's all she is wearing, and it doesn’t fit right. Like it's meant for someone much bigger than herself. Lifting her head as the lion is sniffing, she freezes then narrows her eyes. A muttered, “That was ruuuude.” Is given to him in a huff and then she is peering up at Drystan. Her brow furrows and she edges back a bit, keeping low to the ground. “Sorry.” A beat, “For almost falling on you.”
Drystan makes a motion as if to help her, racing a hand forwards but halts, catching a glimmer of the gold in her eyes. She’s fairly worse for wear, a bit of a raggamuffin. “Well I’m certainly glad you didn’t fall on me, but at least I could have broken your fall…Are you okay? DO …you need assistance?” He chewed his lower lip and looked over at Cyrus, lifting his shoulders at him. Not that Cyrus seemed to really be taking a keen interest. He’s otherwise at a loss as to what to do about this strange individual.
Cyrus Anders huffs and licks at his paw. /'Who hides from the King?'/ Did he mean himself or Drystan? Either way was possible. He didn't specify, however. He's just licking his paw and otherwise being a lion. After a moment he yawns and then lays down, peering at the golden haired creature as if he were bored, but those eyes were sharp. If she tried anything funny, he'd totally pounce. He looks like he might literally weigh a ton. His paws cross and his chin rests upon them and he's just watching the interaction. /'You got a name?'/ Tail flick.
Kyuu certainly looks like she’s been living it a bit rough and wild. Her eyes flick down from Drystan’s face to the hand extended her way that is then aborted before the motion can follow through. She tilts her head to the side then rolls first one shoulder and then the other with a deliberate motion. Something pops. She briefly flutters her eyes closed, and then she is abruptly standing and taking a step in toward Drystan, closing the distance between them and maybe invading his personal space a bit. Leaning in while sliding her hands behind her back, one hand grasping the wrist of the other, she tilts her head in toward his neck and sniffs. It's closer. The scent is stronger. She rumbles a soft sound and furrows her brow, trying to place him. The lion though. He gets a look. “What king? I don’t see any kings.” Her eyes flick back to the man, “Are you a king?” and those delicate brows lift, the query clear in her expression. Maybe she is fucking with the Lion. “I do. Do you?”
|| Personal space bubble popped, Drystan leaned backwards as she leaned inwards, feeling their heart beating in their chest, and the thrumming of their pulse as he got…sniffed. Once she’s speaking though he leans back upright, straightening out his chin and shrugging his shoulders a bit. “I could very well be a king to some,.. Probably not to you.” He was catching a whiff of the crazies about this one, something was just sort of ‘off’, but… there were all types on this island, and he wouldn’t just walk away if she indeed needed help, but didn’t know how to ask, or whatever this situation might be. “He does, as do I. Care to share? I’ll tell if you do?”
Cyrus Anders tail flick, tail flick, tail flick. He closed his eyes and let out a moaning roar sound. It was huffing, haughty but then he went silent, just sitting there with his eyes closed as if the 'people' got boring. Maybe he was highly offended or maybe...Abruptly he rolled over and displayed the most wondrous cat belly. He started to lightly paw at the air, eyes opening. They were all big and pupils dilated like he were on catnip. /'Cyrus.'/ Continues to lay there, catting, tempting with that lovely fuzzy belly. /'Who scents you? She seems to recognize someone's scent upon you.'/
A soft snicker of sound is released from the fox as Drystan speaks, “I have no kings. Or queens.” She asserts. “No one rules me.” His offer is considered, and she backs a step to edge closer to the Lion as he sprawls on the ground. His floofy belly is eyed and she curls her hands, nails biting palms lightly. He too is sniffed. But he smells.. not like the other. “He smells familiar.” She asserts the Lion. “But I am not sure why. Not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.” Her eyes narrow and she glances back toward Drystan. “Some people call me Kyuu.” (said: Q) It is an unusual name. Not many can really claim it on the island. But she’s a she and can’t be the tailor. Right?
“Scents me? No one bloody scents me. I’m not an animal that identifies others via piss, thank you very much.” He had a perturbed look on his face, then sadly looked at the Lion. “Sorry friend.” He sighed, “I don’t know. You mean who sleeps next to me? My fiance, Hector.” He looked from the lion to the golden woman when she says the name. “You’re..the tailor? You…. I thought…” He quirks his head and thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “Wonders never cease. Kyuu, are you sure you are alright? Why are you…traipsing around …looking so….hmmm unkempt?”
Cyrus Anders rolled his cat eyes and pawed at the air some more. He's got a nice sense of self-worth. He's a big male lion. They are made to feel self-important. It helps them keep the jungle in line. This one is also supernatural. He seems to have supernatural import. But he also recognizes that Kyuu is not human. He doesn't seem like he's going to cow in the slightest, but he's going to lay there and tempt with that belly though. He totally wants to get a hold one of those hands and give it a nom. But then Kyuu says they are Kyuu and he looks cat confused. /'Huh, Kyuu? The missing Tailor?'/ Not what he was expecting from descriptions, but at least the hair fits. And then Drystan was getting all prickly over the word 'scents.' The lion rolled his eyes and started wriggling about, scratching his back against the ground, giving little wriggles. He huffed. /'Would it have been better if I said 'whom do you fuck?''/
There is another titter of laughter from the fox. Drystan’s upset over the use of the word scent tickles the mirth and draws a gold fanged smile from her lips. She sways a step closer to the floofy belly and eyes it speculatively. Fingers twitch and she takes a breath to release it in a soft huff of sound. But she is happy that her name is recognized and then amused at their confusion. Her hand lifts to absently trail down over the sweater though at this point no amount of adjusting the fabric will make her look presentable. “Maybe it’s a fashion statement.” She drawls, “A la natural.” She strikes a pose, hem skimming her hip as she lifts a hand to the air and cocks a hip. But then she is pouncing, hands lowering to burrow in the fur of the cat’s belly. Fingers curl and flex as she steals the moment, ready to dart away if the cat decides to act like .. well, a cat. “Hector. I know Hector.” She visibly brightens and quite suddenly the air right around her grows much warmer. She then peers up toward Drystan, startled. “He is engaged?”
Drystan finally let himself smile at Cyrus and his belly tempting. He’d had cats at many times in his life, and he knew it was a dangerous situation, the possibility of being mauled was fifty fifty. But the playfulness Kyuu showed as she attacked the belly with scritchies was endearing. “That is one statement then, I must admit.” He commented on the sweater, but he wasn’t gaining much footage with Kyuu till he mentioned Hector. “Mmhmm… recently. To me.” He held out his hand then firmly towards her, to either help her up or to take it in greeting. “Drystan Windgrace.”
Cyrus Anders has sprung the trap! There are hands upon the belly. He starts making motions like he might bite or paw, but he is so far doing neither. He's just rolling around and being belly scratched. He stretches and yawns. Were they having a conversation? He can't remember, he keeps trying to teasingly capture a hand and pull it towards his enormous mouth. This is PEAK cat.
Kyuu makes an effort to deftly avoid getting her hand caught in a kitty mouth while happily molesting the kitty fur. She is smiling again, and a happy sound is given as her hands work. But then she is glancing up as Drystan’s hand is offered out. She eyes it then lifts her own, fingers curling about his palm. There is a heat to the woman – like standing near a fire – a heat that could be too warm for a mortal. Feverish. And yet, she is not. Kyuu blinks at Drysten when she registers the name. “Dinah’s brother?” small world. “The other brother. I thought you were a ghost.” She admits. “I haven't seen any of your family since the fire festival. I think.” Its been ages. She glances back down at the giant kitty. “I don’t remember there being any Lions on the island. But I have been locked away for a while.”
|| He clasped her hand, and felt the enormous warmth coming from her, and gave it a light squeeze, then let her get back to the business of attacking Cy’s belly. “You have been gone for a while… Wait, you were locked up? Held against your will?” He looked very concerned. “Much has happened, including Cyrus’ arrival.” He motioned to the Lion. “I am yes, Dinah’s eldest brother. I can understand why you'd think such a thing, I was having a hard time adjusting to life here. But as I said, much has changed.”
Cyrus Anders goes still when Kyuu says she's been locked up for a while. He licks his chops and flexes his bean toes, claws sliding out and then going back in. He reaches up and starts to lightly bap at Kyuu. No claws, just bap bap. He's inspecting her, sniffing, trying to find wounds, not just of the body but of the heart, spirit and mind. He's a healing cat after all. He starts to purr. It's been rumbling vibrating sounds that spread out healing energies to all those gathered. It's true. Cats having special healing powers.
Kyuu nods to indicate that yes, she was locked up but then shakes her head to indicate no, not against her will. She volunteered for it, after all. Glancing down at the fur and just taking a moment to spread her fingers through the fluff, warm hands splaying out, she murmurs, “I reclused myself. I haven’t.. I am not.. well.” She furrows her brow then tilts her head forward, hiding behind the fall of golden locks. A leaf chooses that moment to dislodge itself from her hair. The bapping at the fox throws her a little off balance so she shifts into a lean, her weight pressing in against the big cat. She has some physical injuries that are fading. Will likely be gone in a day or so. Healing wounds hidden by the sweater. As for internal things.. if the cat can tell if someone is corrupted? He would see that upon the fox, like an oily slick coating her essence.
If there was one thing Drystan knew far too well about, was needing to put distance between himself and everyone he cared for sometimes when he himself was …not well. He couldn’t perceive the corruption, but he felt for the tailor, whatever troubles they had been through, was not something they would just discuss openly upon first meeting, and perhaps never, with him. But he knew that things weren’t right here, and Cyrus’ purring made him feel better just due to the boost in spirit. “If there is a way for me to assist you, I will do so. I am sure there are many people that care for you that have wondered if you are alright.”
Cyrus Anders purrs louder. He could sense something. Inky black and gross. Like an oil slick in water. He didn't know what it meant, but he didn't need to. He was a cat. Cat sees person feels bad, cat covers person and starts purring. This is the way. He started to roll himself, swinging a bit fluffy paw over and putting it into Kyuu. You have been captured. You have a cat on you. You can never move again. Oh no. The horror. He's actually surprisingly gentle, and just sort of spoons up to Kyuu and purrs louder. /'There's something...black...'/ Purr purr purr.
Kyuu furrows her brow and curls her hands more tightly into the fur. This now is less of a petting and more of a clinging. She isn’t quite aware that she is doing it or she would likely stop. Showing weakness is not an easy thing for her to do. “Has Hector talked to you about me?” she asks Drystan, after a moment. There is uncertainty here, and uneasiness. But she thinks this question is relevant. “I can’t be around people I care about. Not the squishy ones.” A glance up through the strands of gold reveals molten eyes – a gold that seems to roil and move, pupils voids at the center. But then there is a cat rolling over and around her. She looks down at the purring beast a moment then just settles herself more firmly against him. Her eyes slit closed and she actually returns the purr with her own. Yeah, this is the perfect time and place for cuddles. “Hmm?” she does not know what the Lion means.
/me decided to kneel down, resting on the balls of his feet, bouncing till he had a good balance. “He spoke fondly of you.” Which was not a lie. He had spoken fondly of the tailor. While Drystan was no rocket scientist, or technomancy genius, he understood what Kyuu was saying. “Yes, …Thankfully I’m not as squishy as most. Hector can, …draw life from me to heal his wounds faster.” He didn’t talk about how or why or when or any of that. He just stated a fact so that Kyuu would understand perhaps in a more clear way, that Hector was doing just fine, and Drystan didn’t exactly fear the kitsune. Marveled by them, for certain. But he wasn’t afraid. He turned to look at Cy’s big cat face, “What do you mean, something black.” He leaned to the left and looked at what he could see of Kyuu, but didn’t “See” anything. “What is black, her tattoo’s?” He questioned as he peered closer, icing his way forward by transferring weight from one foot to the other slowly.
Cyrus Anders lets out the most groaning sound a lion could groan out. He shook his head and then started to lick at Kyuu's neck and face. It's a rough tongue and he's definitely putting Healing magic into it. He's going to have to lick this stuff off/out. /'No. No. Inside. Corruption. Something bad.'/ Mlem, mlem, mlem purr. /'I'm trying to get it off. It's hurting her.'/ Mlem mlem mlem. /'What is with this place? Time loops. Blood elementals. Zombies. Corruption Magic.'/ Grrrrr, mlem mlem mlem.
Kyuu wrinkles her nose gently at Drystan then offers up a half quirked smile. Her eyes settle on him and she considers his comment about not being as squishy as most. Her expression, ever so briefly, takes on a rather hungry cast. Sturdy means that they survive and that triggers all kinds of interest that is entirely not appropriate. The kitsune averts her gaze then finds herself being licked with a sand paper tongue. She snorts a soft laugh and lifts her hands to sink into the mane about the big cat’s head, not really trying to stop him, but at least steadying herself as he seeks to groom her. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I am gold inside, not black.” The mention of corruption has her furrowing her brow though. “You aren’t the first to say that. I’ve been touched by Lucifer.”
|| And there the answer was. Kyuu was corrupted by Lucifer. Things in the back of his mind started to slot into place, like a key slowly turning in a lock. “He opened his mouth and made an ‘ahhh’ sound at this new information, and nodded slowly. “He can see that touch…I cannot. My abilities aren’t strong enough. However, I very well may be able to assist you.” He had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was recalling things, or replaying memories, or he was just dissociating in the middle of all of this. “And if not just myself, then my sister..Hector likely has some items I would need…” He paused and waved a hand a bit. “All this is to say, so that the corruption can be revealed. It would take some time to try and figure out how to lift his corruption.” He sighed and leaned back onto his heels, squatted there, all legs and knees. “I don’t understand why any of this is going on, the bookstore… and then the Church Slayings, .. the Apothecary goes missing - which wound up being good fortune for Hector…” He hung his head and mumbled. “Why go through all this? What’s the point of corrupting people other than for his own simple pleasures? If he’s so mighty, why does he have to use we few on this tiny island to make a point? It’s so confusing.” He shook his hair from his eyes and tucked it behind an ear. “When you know and feel and have Seen the presence of the Outer Gods, of the magnitude of them and how small we all are in comparison? It makes the devil sound like a toddler having a hissy fit.”
Cyrus Anders floofs and lets out a hiss. He turns his head and starts to hack. Clearly he's trying to yack up whatever he thinks he just licked off of Kyuu. /'Ugh! Lucifer? Grooooss. Why would you let THAT touch you?? His pretty face is fake, you know.'/ Cat hacking noises. Is obviously far too regal to want anything to do with THAT particular immortal creature. /'Such a busy body. Always in everyone else's business'/ Hack hack, bleh. Starts licking his paws and then brushing at his mane. Must wash off the gross. /'You should have that checked out. Lucifer plays to the baser instincts and tries to make people revel in bloodshed as if it were natural.'/ Eye roll. /'There is a reason that Gluttony is one of the Cardinal sins. Lust, Pride...'/ Mlem mlem mlem. Notice he didn't say 'Sloth' though. Lifts his head and licks his own big cat nose. /'yes, precisely. He IS a toddler having a hissy fit. He is the child of a God wanting things HIS way. Sometimes one should really eat their young.'/
Kyuu gives Drystan a hopeful look. She shifts her slight weight when the cat pulls back and is a little startled when he starts hacking like he wants to expel his stomach. The concern is thick as she watches but she tilts her head to the side to hide the flash of guilt that traces over her features at the mention of the apothecary. Wetting her lip, she releases her hold on the cat and huffs softly, “I did not know him.” There is a pause and she notes, “But I have learned of him since. I don’t know who he was. Only that one day I did not hunger and then the next, I was like a kit again. My control .. lost.” She furrows her brow then lifts a hand to wipe at the goo on her face. To Drystan she mutters, “A god is a god, is a god. Like people, some are more powerful than others. They are all just entities who feed and grow powerful off the worship of others.” And this is said with a hint of bitterness. To the cat, she notes, “There is nothing wrong with a bit of blood, perhaps a bite of meat. What is wrong is the lack of control. The inability to stop – to not be able decide that I will or will not.” Pushing away from the cat now, insulted, she stirs as if to stand. “I am not Christian. These values differ from my own”
/me lifts up on his feet and moves his hands to stabilize Kyuu as they stand. “It is not a good feeling to have a total loss of control. Maybe in the midst of it, but the aftermath is never… “ He quiets himself, looking at Cy as he tries to clear the funk from his mouth. “If you will allow, I will look closely into how to reveal the corruption, and then..perhaps with some talented friends, figure out how to clean you of this burden that is not yours to carry.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Are you staying somewhere close enough nearby that if I left a package for you…here in the clearing? You’d be the first to receive it?” He’d hoped to be able to make quick work of pouring through his books and then be able to more directly help in some manner. And this would keep Hector safe. Drystan could handle getting mauled. “If you don’t feel comfortable with other means of communication.. I can at least direct you where to go when I have something concrete to offer.”
Cyrus Anders pushes himself to his feet and shakes all over, letting out a very clear roar. /'And what about that differs from what I said? Do I look Christian to you? Do any of us standing here? Hardly. But Lucifer is a rapist He takes away Free Will and masks it as saying he is giving it.'/ Another roar. He stomped at the ground and dragged a claw through the brush, and then slashed at a tree trunk, leaving a deep groove of claw marks. He's not just insulted, he's mad. But then, he's a God Killer, it's just his instinct. He pads over to Drystan and nuzzles his hand before turning like he is going to make for the forest. /'I will come to the manor, soon. On two legs.'/ He's going to go piss on everything. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Kyuu allows the assist to stand then peers don at the Lion as he rages out, pissed off. The look on her features is wary, watchful, and she gives the lion wide birth. She is not going to protect Lucifer – he had done her wrong – but she is not ashamed of herself or her nature. Her issue is her lack of control. This godling derives their power from the worship of their fans. If she is too feral to exist among them, to continue her craft and grow her following, then the source of her power is at risk. But none of this is voiced. Very few people actually know what, exactly, Kyuu is. She simply lowers her lashes and watches the Lion rage out then stomp off. There is a beat of silence and then she murmurs to Drystan, “My home is down the way.” She points toward the town home, right next to the murder house. “I will check for a note frequently if you want to correspond.” Her glance shifts back to him, “But it isn’t safe for my neighbors for me to stay there right now.” A wry smile tilts her lips, briefly. “You can also reach me through Lewis. (insert full name) He can find me.” She steps back, intending to head off into the woods. “It was nice meeting you, Drystan. I think I should leave now though. I am .. hungry.”