#soubanightmare

           "Souba. Would you care for some fresh trout for supper?"

EAR TWITCH. SHIVERS. RUBS BACK AGAINST.

The sensation of weight upon his back is a familiar one and he makes no cessation yet of the impact of sharp steel into wood while the carrots in hand are chopped up properly into smaller bits. Only when the chore is done does he turn at last in the clutch of her arms, lifting the small body upwards without fear. He has stolen something precious from a shade of himself and he says nothing, gives nothing, merely watches her with those too-understanding eyes of raw green and holds the feline to his body. Whatever has upset her will come out in its own time; for the moment, however, he knows that she needs this and he might sigh, he might protest, but she is his cat and he holds her tenderly

"You smell like they do." Canine DNA ran rampant through his body, the ARCH lifeform that lived with gave him his advanced sense of smell. The stench of death potent on the one before him, she of rotting flesh and-- mako. Could it have been that she was once a prospect, cast aside and left to bathe in Gaia's moors? Were they genetic kin-- forged from the same lifeforms? "Who are you?"

// [ all the affectionate nuzzles for u ~ ]

     ’Souba.'