For the first time in centuries, the scent of his estranged brother was stronger than it had ever been. A woman walked past the closed store that Carlos had been sat in the doorway of, and his attention had never been snapped away from hunting so quickly.
Much like his brother, morbid curiosity had always been a part of him like a disease. He couldn’t resist sinking his claws into another ball of yarn to unravel the next part of the mystery; this time he was sure he was on the right path, even if the moment had been fleeting. The scent was too potent to ignore.
Carlos followed the woman along the sidewalk, followed the scent, the shadow of the black cat warped and swirled as he passed the ambient glow of streetlights, leaping across shop awnings. What was she doing out here all alone, anyway?
A pitiful meow filled the dusk silence as he leapt down from an awning directly into her path. Incessant purring followed as he brushed up affectionately to her leg, internally praying she would take pity on the poor little stray.
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