WhispurrVT

HER NEW LORE "Am I really undead if I only used 8 out of my nine lives~"

Kitten is not one for conversations, in fact she gets bored rather easily if one talks too long. She isn't going to chat about how she'll slice and dice you up-- how she'll feast on your body unless she deems you a worthy sacrifice to her chosen deities. In fact she won't say much of anything, past a haunting lullaby that she sings and hums as she drives her knife into your soft flesh. She won't show remorse or even feel any guilt after your death, after-all you were nothing but a speck of sand in the grand scheme of things. She won't toss and turn at night, your face flickering in her mind as she sleeps peacefully.

No, you never meant anything to her. Nor will you ever mean anything to her.

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She doesn't have much fondness for the majority of things, but if you value your life when you come upon her, giving her an amethyst or a wilted rose will prevent her from slaying you. She may play with you, but she'll leave you alone from there on out. If she sees you again, she'll pretend to not notice you and won't give you a second glance unless you give her reason too. Keep your head down and do not make eye contact or speak to her.. unless you want to be slain by her claws and to be nothing more than a bloodstain on her chin. •───────•°•❀•°•───────• She's lost track of her kill count, although she never really kept track after losing her third life. Her first life was lost as a child, a traffic accident they claim. She wasn't the only bloody one. Her second life a tragedy, the children laughed as she sunk to the bottom. They joined her quickly. Her third? A pity. She'd gotten caught by surprise, she'd been too proud. The fourth was a fault of her own, having her own blade slice her pretty skin too deeply. Fifth was no big loss, it was an intentional loss. She avoided suspicion this way. Sixth was a mess, but she wasn't the only one who died.. although they were permanent. Seventh was bad luck, that's all there is to say. Eighth. That was the last piece she needed, she had everything she needed now.