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???     ///     shnpo.

           katarina hardly paid any attention to foreign matters   .   especially not ones without direct concern. as the foul-mouthed demons brought her up on one single rule   :   strength.  above all else.     (   it’s not right. it’s not.  —-   but is she one to stop this vicious cycle  ?   no.   )      so,   the issues of the vastaya were far beyond her influence. they either had the strength to resolve them, or didn’t. 

she’s perched above the rest, atop a thin tree with nimble branches. if it weren’t for her undetected presence, her cover would have already been blown. thankfully,  she was a professional. 

‘   hey.   bird boy.   ‘   katarina makes an intentionally audible movement, skilled eyes tracking the twitch of his ears. she waits patiently for his attention, lips curled into a smug smile, a sickeningly arrogant air to her expression.   ‘   yes, you.  you know who i am, don’t you  ?   ‘    /   @feyquil

              saccharine voice,     dripping with venom    &    amusement,     lands upon his ears,     evoking attention from the lone lhotlan vastaya.     ears twitch in response to her call,     swiftly turning on heel to look for the source of feminine voice     ———     alas,     it's for naught.     or so he thinks,     'till his gaze shifts upward to grace azures with the scarlet red tendril hanging over her visage     ...     no,     no,     that's not it.     it's a scar.     at least,     he thinks it is.     there's no telling from the distance they have between each other.     regardless,     it's but a trifling matter as long as she demands a response.     he speaks.

              ❛     me   ?     ❜     shifts hand to stick out index,     pressing tip against his own chest,     as if to clarify who she's speaking to.     as if that deadly gaze was staring at anyone else besides him.     his brow quirked,     countenance growing with an increased perplexity,     intending to understand her query     (   who is she   ?     is she any familiar   ?     no,     no,     she's human.     he doesn't mingle with 'em often at a personal level.     &    her sense of beauty   ?     eugh.     too much black for his taste   ).     he hums,     almost as if in deep contemplation,     though his true intent's to stall.     shoulders roll,     head shakes.     ❛     nope,     don't think i know you   !     have we met   ?     i think we've met.     i'm just not remembering is all   !     ❜