A cat that likened herself a spider. She ran her little spindle, turning gold to wheat as silk fell from thin fingertips and grazed the ants below. She laid forward along the rim of the rooftop - some outlet, a place she often enjoyed sleeping atop for the lull of machinery down within - and watched each shape that walked by, so high up on her perch, and danced her little fingers. She looked maestric. A majesty of performance if not nobility. She wouldn't be caught nine times dead with her sweet hum, trailing her head back and forth in slow bobs that timed rhythm with the lilt of her hands. Three, one, two. Red, green, blue. Threads of chakra - her own webbing - teased and toyed with every creature not on her predatory slant.
It would be nothing more complicated than a tug if not a trip, passersby eager to their next destination and momentarily disturbed by something - somewhere - that had caught on their neat clothes. They would wipe her thread away and she would let them, moving to the next. Petty toying for petty girls. Entertainment graced by the light of the moon; and it laughed along with her, every beam casting a kindred sliver just vying, too, to catch someone's attention. Nanaka slipped her tongue out to taste the night air. Sucked in the taste of untroubled winds & laughter lingered from a world she hadn't ever belonged to. It buzzed the tip of slight pink, scaring it back inside with a roll along her cheek and a chuff from her nose. These city nights had always tasted the same - and just like them, she settled into her role.
She played puppets with her citizenry and wiled away hours until she figured she was expected to return 'home.' Shin hadn't seemed strict with her - or most of the Chikamatsu children, thus far, she noted. She'd spent precious little time around them and precious more slunk in her alleys. You couldn't take the gutter out of the trash. She coiled her neck, stretching and popping with a warm tone, and moved to pull her remaining hand back - only for it to snag. Prey caught in her web. A fish in silent waters. Yet, oh so very yet, it hadn't escaped. If anything ... oh, if anything, the warden was met with revolt.
Oh, oh, oh.
"Hello, handsome." She purred.
It would be nothing more complicated than a tug if not a trip, passersby eager to their next destination and momentarily disturbed by something - somewhere - that had caught on their neat clothes. They would wipe her thread away and she would let them, moving to the next. Petty toying for petty girls. Entertainment graced by the light of the moon; and it laughed along with her, every beam casting a kindred sliver just vying, too, to catch someone's attention. Nanaka slipped her tongue out to taste the night air. Sucked in the taste of untroubled winds & laughter lingered from a world she hadn't ever belonged to. It buzzed the tip of slight pink, scaring it back inside with a roll along her cheek and a chuff from her nose. These city nights had always tasted the same - and just like them, she settled into her role.
She played puppets with her citizenry and wiled away hours until she figured she was expected to return 'home.' Shin hadn't seemed strict with her - or most of the Chikamatsu children, thus far, she noted. She'd spent precious little time around them and precious more slunk in her alleys. You couldn't take the gutter out of the trash. She coiled her neck, stretching and popping with a warm tone, and moved to pull her remaining hand back - only for it to snag. Prey caught in her web. A fish in silent waters. Yet, oh so very yet, it hadn't escaped. If anything ... oh, if anything, the warden was met with revolt.
Oh, oh, oh.
"Hello, handsome." She purred.
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