Down To The Devils Show

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

They were all worthless no matter what she did every single group one after the other proved how worthless they were. Playing the game with no benefit to herself was so exhausting and eventually, it just was not worth the struggle. When the hassle exceeded what little payout she was receiving? The calico just decided to stop entirely, she had survived largely on her own before and very well could do so again without having to play the game other cats played. Quickly after growing exhausted the odd-eyed female had set out on her own to travel the world completely by herself, except when she let her next meal believe they were traveling companions until she grew hungry enough to eat. Something about letting some poor sap believe she was their friend, that someone heartless as she had warmed to them and desired to protect them, only for that cat to find out she saw them as nothing more than food, was intoxicating. The more time went on in her life? The more she only felt alive when she was hurting someone else, and maybe that was because the only piece of happiness she ever possessed had been ripped from her.

Her single black paw scraped over familiar stairs and it was the first time in so long that she felt anything at all without blood running over her paws or some elaborate emotional game being played on another. Orange soon followed the ebony ash of her other foot, chased by snowdrops as her marionette held body sped up slightly. "I'm back." why should she say that she was home? What she called home had been torn apart long ago and she was likely never going to get it back no matter how hard she tried. 

Jiyu was already bored as she leaped through some broken board to enter the mansion, slightly sabered fangs glinting in the low light. She had to stay in the shadows until she established if the rumors were true and if they were who exactly was involved in trying to bring home back. Jiyu did not want to get caught up in the portion of cats who did not believe brutality belonged in her home, because she could be nothing less. Heck, the calico was proving that even in these moments her maw clamped around what appeared to be some sort of skin sack with blood dripping from it, she brought dinner on the go. "Here will have to do." after some wandering she found a locked door and through some work found that if she went under the mansion and behind some things, weaved her way around and such she could access the locked room, meaning she should have it to herself. Finally settled on where she was staying? The calico bent down and set the fur on the ground, licking her lips and she watched it fall open revealing the meat she'd taken with including the heart of her last kill.