Kat lay on the enormous bed, her head at its foot, her feet resting just below the pillow. Melancholy stirred within her, an immense loneliness. One hand trailed, stroking the inch-long carpet. So much like a pelt. Daniel's pelt.
The longing inside her gnawed hungrily away. She missed him so - how could she have done such a cruel thing to him? She loathed herself. Again she stared at the great, engraved cabinet that dominated the room. Within those carved doors was the Scrying glass, capable of revealing anybody's past, present or current future could be seen in it - all it took was something implanted with their psychic "scent". A piece of fur, a cherished toy or an item of clothing... It would not be hard for her to look into Daniel's future - or his present.
Did she really want to punish herself that badly?
She pondered the puckered pink-white scars on the inside of her wrist, running her finger along the ridge. Forever marked for her crime - inside and out.
"Hey babe!" A banging at the door stirred her from her funk. "Wanna come to the party with me?"
"I don't think so," she muttered, not moving an inch.
Titus swung open the door, resplendent in knee-high boots with inch long heels, and a gown that would be revealing, had he anything to reveal. "Come on, it'll be fun - or do you just want to lie there and ferment?"
She chuckled. Almost. "Leave me alone."
"Oh no my dear!" Titus stepped towards her, his tail swishing in a rather disturbing manner. "I'm afraid I can't allow that. I can't leave you here to drown in your own self-misery, can I just?"
"Why not?" Kat grumbled and rolled over, burying her head in the pillows. A moment later she felt a warm paw on her shoulder.
"What has happened to you?" He asked, his voice tinged with sadness. She looked up at him, distorted by the tears. His face radiated concern and compassion. "Once you were so filled with life."
"And I was foolish," she grumbled, her hands balling at the pillow. "I lived in a fantasy world. Nothing is good and clean and pure anymore."
With those words, Titus reached across her, grabbing another pillow from the bed. Before she had time to stop him - to even realise what was happening - he struck her across the shoulder with it. Kataryna yelped, in surprise more then anything, and pushed him away with her hands. He shoved her back into the bed and sprang up beside her - short skirt and all. Casting the pillow aside, he proceeded to tickle her into submission.
Kataryna lay there, breathless from giggling.
"So, are you coming with me or not?" Titus asked, brandishing the pillow, "or should I pummel some reasoning into you?"
"Okay, okay," she gasped, "I'll go with you, just please, please don't do that again!"
That elicited a grin and a flashing of teeth from the feline. "Oh, my dear, I'm afraid that is a promise I would surely have to break."