Gift

Crysanthemum sat boredly at the squat desk located in her inn room, her eyes fixated on a small drawn portrait of her three sisters. It had been done in Silvermoon city, shortly after the Cataclysm had erupted through Azeroth, and Deathwing had loomed as a shadow of discourse throughout the land. They'd gotten the picture done with the hope that it wouldn't be their last, also hoping to remind Crysanthemum that she was still family, despite what had happened to her.

She looked at her sister's smiling faces and sighed, feeling nothing except numbness. Her drive to protect them did not derive from a caring nature that she had had once in her life. Unfortunately, the kindness that had once enveloped her soul had long since been banished, it's return longed for, but not expected. She was driven purely by a sense of guilt for all the lives she'd ended, and by some sense of responsibility. Nothing else made sense to her.

Though recently...

She'd found that recently many things had changed. The Legion had returned, trying to again collapse all she had left in this world. Crysanthemum felt herself seeth at the mere thought. Her sister's were each campaigning through their class halls, doing their part to stop the Legion's advance. She too, had her comrades, the four horseman, to work against the Legion at all costs. Traversing across the Broken Isles she'd discovered that there was much still at stake. Many dangers. She, in a sense, feared for her sisters. They were strong, but she knew how it felt to die. The anguish was not easy to bear.

"Crys, I got you something."

Crysanthemum peeled her eyes away from the portrait to see Dessicus having entered her room, holding a strange green box, wrapped in winter veil paper. She quirked an eyebrow at him, curious.

"What is it?" She asked monotonously. Dessicus rolled his eyes and plopped the box on the desk unceremoniously, crossing his arms and looking at the box with a strange expression on his face.

"Just open it." He insisted, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. She leaned into him for a moment, a small comfort in her unlife. She and Dessicus had just recently... reaquainted, and despite the trials they'd gone through recently with the Legion's return, he still cared for her deeply, and she felt comfort in that.

She turned her full attention to the box, untying the bow and slowly opening the top, peering inside.

A very fel aura emanated from the box, and she almost shut the box without looking inside, but her curiousity took the better of her. She sat up, and peered inside, to see a dark gray furball, green fel-runes inscribed along it's curved spine. The creature was sleeping, it's breaths even, as if it hadn't even been disturbed by the ride over, or being placed so roughly on her desk. She reached her left hand inside, picking up the creature to discover-

"It's a cat." She deadpanned. She heard a chuckle and looked up at Dessicus, who was looking at her good naturedly.

"Oh, it's not just any cat." He insisted. He held out his hand and she deposited the kitten into his hand, watching it warily.

"This little monster," He said, scratching the creature's head, waking it up. "Is a little troublemaker." The kitten yawned, mewling, and opened its pupiless fel green eyes, immediately turning to Crysanthemum.

"Mwrawr." It mewed at her. She blinked at it. Dessicus laughed.

"Well, I guess he likes you already." He said, depositing the kitten onto her shoulders. The kitten rubbed his face along Crysanthemum's, purring a strange echoed purr.

"Where did you find him?" She asked, petting the happy cat, who proceeded to nuzzle himself into the crook of Crysanthemum's neck, and bat at a stray curl hanging from her ear.

"He was snooping around Azuna." He said, plopping onto the bed and laying back. "I found him near a small cove. All the demons there were terrified of this little creature. So after I disposed of them, I picked him up and decided he'd be a good pet for you."

"You picked up a random stray from a demon infested area, and gave him to me as a pet?" She asked in disbelief. Dessicus nodded, seemingly unperturbed.

"Why, you don't like him?" He asked. Crysanthemum pet the creature, who let out a soft "mew" in response.

"He's plenty cute." She said. "But it concerns me that he was... scaring demons."

"That's why I think he's perfect for you." Dessicus insisted, smirking. "He scares demons, and you scare little kids. It's like the same thing."

The desk lamp had seen better days.

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SO, I just had to write a little short about mischief, I was so excited to see the little felkitten pet! I got it the day it came out, and I could just imagine how my character would recieve this little fella. Unfortunately, Dess has no decorum, and will probably have to sleep on the couch.

Ah well, at least Crys will have a kitten to cuddle. ;P Enjoy!