Her kind did not tend to socialise with one another, unless it was mating season. Nekomata did not mix well with others, at least most didn’t, they tended to be too territorial, too feral. Renette had always been something of an exception in that, she had loved to be around others of her kin, to learn from any and all in the world. To the detriment of her own existence it seemed… an old phrase came to mind, as she continued to follow the tug on her heart and her nose, ‘curiosity killed the cat’. Well, she was not dead, but she was not whole either, she was stuck in this most primitive form of herself, a glorified feline! No longer the proud, beautiful cat full of strength and mystery. Just… a cat. 

Alert ears flicked back and forth atop her triangular shaped head, almond eyes of silver-lilac pupil-less and enchanting in their enigmatic gaze. They seemed to look right through those she came across, those who barely glances at the cat striding confidently, yet cautiously, through their legs and their streets, seeking out one of her own whom she could feel through every fiber of her being. Her black-purple fur seemed to reflect the midnight sky, flickering markings of silver shimmering across her fur in the light. No one batted an eye lid at her, and for that she was grateful - she could smell the countless souls in this village… a mixture of creatures from all over the world, many of whom she had rarely come across herself in all her wandering.

There was a Nekomata here… somewhere in this odd village full of living ghosts, she could feel it, feel him and she could only hope that he would be able to help her, to free her of her own bodily prison so that she might reclaim her human form and feel the wind against her skin, hear her own voice and hold a conversation with someone other than cats. Cats were all well and good, but she missed proper human interaction… she had to carry on, she had to find a way. 

It had been a long few weeks for the hunters in the village. Jedrek had been sent on many a mission to help bring order back to the lives of the citizens of Revaliir. A culture changing decision had been made by Uial to expose the hidden society in an effort to help save the world. The choice had not been made lightly as the Council had taken part in that selection. Jedrek had watched the internal debate made by the Matriarch. She had not wanted to undo all that her predecessors had put into place, but the threat had been too great to remain away. The Jiyu Clan was needed to keep the Eldritch from destroying all that they knew. Uial had made the correct decision. That was the main consensus from the clan, but they were now going to see what the consequences for it were.

Jedrek hid himself away from the rest of his hunter companions in one of the back alleys. He often found himself sitting upon the stone street surrounded by his cat friends that he had taken to feeding. Their silence and disinterest always made him relax to a point where he could actually find some sense of internal peace. Jedrek wasn’t sure if the cats felt the same, but they kept coming back to sunbathe near him.

Arms were crossed over his chest as his leaned against one of the building walls all while sitting down in the alley. A few of the cats had decided to curl upon his outstretched legs where the black pants had soaked up the sun. Kittens were playing with one another nearby while the older felines decided to watch or sleep. It was a rather perfect day in all accordance with Jedrek and his feline friends.

What spurred him to open his golden orbs was the arrival of a new cat. He could tell instantly that it was a female feline, but not she had a different aura from the cats around him. Head titled to the side as he took in the sharp silver-lilac eyes. Jedrek found himself intrigued just while looking into the their depths. ”And who are you little one?”

It seemed that Renette’s anonymity was short lived; where the villagers had previously been ignoring the strange, beautiful feline wandering their streets, now their eyes became fixed upon her and she knew that they were beginning to grow suspicious of the two-tailed cat strutting through their streets as though she owned the place. There was something unnerving in the way they were watching her, a mixture of pleasure at seeing her and hunger, the latter worried her as she was beginning to believe it was associated with the former…

Her tails flicked, the tips twitching nervously as her ears swivel led atop her head. She wasn’t safe here, this place was full of ghosts and she was beginning to realise where that feeling was coming from… it was the people themselves. All thoughts of finding her kin vanished from her mind, her survival instincts kicking in all at once. A hand reached out for her and Renette leapt gracefully into the air, eyes fixing on her assailant, as the man reached for her again she kicked him in the face and took off over the rooftops, dropping into an alley only when her pursuers voices drifted into a distant memory. 

She could smell other cats and headed towards the source of their overwhelming scent, she might not look ordinary by any means, but that did not mean that safety in numbers would not work. She settled amongst the others, her eerie gaze fixing upon the man lingering around the feline group. Her ears flicked forward and she gave him her full attention, her gaze never leaving his, daring him to blink first. She tilted her head to one side as he spoke to her, curling her tails about her dainty feet as she watched him before letting out a small ‘mew’ in greeting.