Kat
Pet Name: Kat
Owner: Rose
Theme / Type: Inferno Haruba
MisticPal Name: James
MisticPal Age: 4610 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 6 / 6
Strength: 6
Defense: 5
Speed: 4
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Book about Sand
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 6/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Aetra Pomme
2. - Albino Pomme
3. - Albino Pommekin
4. - Angel Pomme
5. - Apple and Cream Dessert
6. - Primped Pomme
2. - Albino Pomme
3. - Albino Pommekin
4. - Angel Pomme
5. - Apple and Cream Dessert
6. - Primped Pomme
Adopted from Vixie on 04/08/12 <3
Thank you so much ^__^
Katerina (Kat) is a Nephilim. In my terms, she is the spawn of a demon and an angel. In her true form, she has pure white skin and long, elvenesque ears (scalloped at the ends). Her eyes are a periwinkle sort of color and she has long, white gold hair. In human form, she's got an Asiatic look to her. She has wide black eyes and small, pinched coral lips and raven black hair, split down the middle.
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Two die rattled in the bowels of her shot glass.
It was early, only nine pm, and there were plenty of souls for the picking. She loved the game. It was harvest-time every night, and the best part was that the humans were unknowingly gambling their souls. The unexpecting ones were always the ones that tasted the most delicious.
She licked her lips in anticipation, lifted her eyes from the glass, and smiled.
A crowd had gathered around her table to watch the man standing before her. He was tall and burly with slicked-back hair and his wedding ring on his index finger, telltale of a shattering marriage and a desperate bid for attention. His tie had a wretched pattern of pink dolphins and cobalt waves, and his suit jacket was much too tight on him. He was a man past his prime. But he was begging for youth, playing for death.
He was asking for the die again, his eyes tracing the curvature of her upper lip. His voice was loud, brimming with ill-disguised confidence. He was feeling it. The thing that Vegas gave these mortal shells in addition to all its lights and scantily-clad females. The maybe-this-one-will-win-it-all feeling. She had seen it many times before and it amused her. Luck was non-existent in the game of souls. This was a game in which they altered their destinies. This was a game in which they would meet their premature demises.
"Gimme the die again, sweet cakes, third time's the charm and another thousand coming home!"
Kat smirked as she turned the glass upside down and dropped the die back in the man's palm. "I think you should be a little scared," she teased, "Say luck's left you... maybe this time you'll hafta gimme a kiss..."
"Ha! No, sugar, think that'd be a prize for me too... but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Got a feeling I'm gonna get even again."
She rolled her eyes.
"Alright baby, bring it on home!" he shouted, tossing the die back onto the table. They clattered simultaneously against the surface, their edges clinging and falling all at once and Kat's smile widened.
Nine. Nine black dots against the ivory white. Nine black dots that certainly did not make an even.
A chorus of sympathy swept across the crowd as they watched the man push all his chips back towards her. "Alright, a kiss it is then," he said, standing up and leaning towards her. "Won two times before you lost, you," she said, taunting him, "Thought you'd be the first one to get three in a row tonight." A whiff of color swirled towards her, bright green and warm. She closed the gap between her and the man and squeezed gently on his chapped lip, sucking the green right out from between his teeth. She could feel his body shaking, shivering against her breast. She let her tongue sweep slowly across, picking up the excess and then pulled away, letting the warmth in her mouth trail down her throat and into her heart. He teetered precariously on the spot, his eyes blanker than before and his cheeks on fire. Her kisses always disoriented the mortals. Bodies were only bodies after all, not capable of function without the presence of a soul within them. But the taking of a soul did not necessarily kill them on the spot. The body needed to deteriorate before that, and without the soul, the body crumbled faster. She watched him turn and walk away, an emptied vessel. The police would find him dead in 48 hours.
So that was soul count four for tonight.
Kat's fingers swept the die up once more. "Anyone else wanna play? Game's simple... gimme a number and I'll double it when you roll sumthin' even... roll sumthin' odd and I get all your chips and... you'll hafta pleasure me. A kiss. Don't sound too bad, don't it?"
She pursed her lips and swept her eyes across the faces of the crowd. "...No one?" The die rattled in her hands. "Oh c'mon..."
And out of the corner of her eye she spotted a brown-haired human, a smaller one with wide eyes and the strangest soul coloration. Bet that one tastes like heaven, she thought to herself as she turned her head completely and looked straight into his eyes. "How 'bout you, sweetie... wanna play?"
S E L F
By Nine
*This pet belongs with Rose.
If anything should happen to her
please contact Rose to return her.*
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