ba-BOOOM. Ahote/Fluffy

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She did not care about the thought's or ideas of the people who had been speaking at whatever she had snuck into. Fluffy was hungry again, ever since turning into a Kasha she had a real habit of starving herself, unable to bring herself to eat the body of even sinful humans until her hunger was so overpowering it may drive her to commit blind murder. However, honestly, a beserk feeding would be better than what happened most times she became hungry. Fluffy had some internal demons that she refused to face, and when she was hungry they rose further to the surface fueled by the despair of starvation. Once the spark of despair lit up inside of her again? It stroked a slowly increasing spark, the emotion of hatred growing stronger within the small feline. Each and every time this happened, her desire to see people die increased, and sometimes she didn't want to just see them dead, she wanted to see them suffer. At the moment, she was barely able to fight off her desire to make other's wither in pain, under the reasoning of Chaoris considering it shameful and dishonorable. If not for the god she worshipped the Kasha would have already resorted to capturing people and seeing how much she could hurt them until they stopped screaming and she grew bored as their suffering ended, granting them death only when the charm of their endless pain wore off when she broke them.

The feline knew she needed a new corpse to consume, one that deemed itself sinful as one's sins were often actually in their own view than any solid set of rules. Already she had decided that bombing the television announcement as had been requested of that cult, would likely be the best way to get her new meal and even maybe breed more war into the world in honor of her savior. In preparation? The female had removed her scarf revealing the savage skull emblem branded on her chest fur, where a collar tag would normally lay. "Now I just need someone to make a distraction or something, like spilling coffee, so I can run under the stage to plant the bomb." she couldn't quite do it alone, as someone of her small size carrying something the size of a briefcase would draw attention unless there was something else to look at. Also, she would need an ally to press the button on the trigger, she could do it, but she herself ran a slight risk of accidentally setting it off early as she lacked thumbs.

Luckily she had put out a request to other dark mages for someone to show up to help her make a stab against the magic council today. Really she just wanted her meal though.

It seemed after his recent job of stalking an elderly couple, no one at the settlement would stop barraging him with job requests. Frankly, Ahote was overwhelmed by all of the requests, but shocked to realize that they accepted him no more than before. Their malice and nastiness retained, but became more subtle. They would still call him names, and sometimes throw rocks at him. Ahote was a kind boy, so he never did or said anything in return to their nasty attitudes. But as time went on, and his ventures out of the Mt. Hakobe territory became more frequent, he could feel himself slowly succumbing to his anger, his hatred, his disgust. Although he banished these thoughts from his mind for months now, there was lingering desire to pick up those rocks and throw them back at them, hard. To scream at them, maybe to even hurt them. Who did they think they were? He was the son of Famine and Sol! They were just poor townsmen who sold ice for a living. For every rock they threw, for every horrible thing they called him, his desire to see them suffer became stronger.

Distracted with this emotional conflict of keeping up his kind and tolerant image while dealing with this resentment left him feeling anything but shock when seeing a group of men, around three of them, conversing with each other behind a wooden building. The were tall, and appeared pale and slender. They wore black shawls that covered their entire body besides their hands and half of their faces, the darkness that the shawls provided cast a shadow over their eyes, making them even more suspicious.

At the sight of them, Ahote's expression did not change and remained indifferent but curious. With both hands tucked in pants pockets, snug and warm, and his boots wet with snow, Ahote came to a stop. Almost immediately after this, the three men shifted their attention to the fourteen year old boy in unison and stopped conversing about whatever they were talking about just as quickly.

"May we help you?" One spoke, apparently the shortest of the three men, but still quite tall. He had a silvery, quiet voice but spoke sternly.

"This settlement doesn't normally do business in person. Just imports and exports,
and the paperwork is done by different people outside of this territory. Why are you three here?" Ahote spoke quietly but assertively. While living here on this mountain for so long with nothing to do, he made time to learn about this settlement. It was a business-town and made its money through exporting goods you can only obtain high up Mt. Hakobe. It wasn't as bus simply because it took special materials and special gear to venture so high up the mountain without freezing to death. Of course, it was an option to move away to somewhere better, but a lot of the settlers were too poor or didn't know anywhere else to go. So, many of them were stuck here, being overseen by what they would call evil overlords, but what Ahote would otherwise call his family, his guild, and his parents.

He realized that his environment wasn't as warm as other guilds. They lived so far from other people, the servants who resided in the castle seemed miserable and driven by fear, and suspected that his parents were probably outlaws. Maybe even murderers. The thought scared him, remembering the little outburst he had when he first saw Famine do such wicked things. For period of time, he feared her. His caretaker, the one who took him in and showered him in warmth and love. But like any tantrum, it passed, and his fear for Famine lingered away into nothingness. It was then that he started to feel bitter towards everything. To most people in Basilisk Fang, Ahote remained soft and kind, but there had been a significant change in attitude than before.

The three men whispered and looked at one another before the tallest one spoke up, "Want a job, kid?" He queried.

Before Ahote knew it, he was stuffed into a horse-carriage, smudged between two large men in a small, stuffy area. It was uncomfortable, and although he had many questions, he hesitated to ask them anything. True, he accepted a job from men he didn't even know the faces of. He should've known that he would not know what he was getting to it.

The trip was several hours long, but because of the time of day in which they began to travel, they arrived in the early afternoon. After few breaks and many bumpy roads, Ahote was ordered to go out.

"We're here. Now follow that man to the back of that building." The shortest one demanded wearily.

Ahote followed through cooperatively and quietly, having said nothing since they first met in the mountains. When he was escorted, along with many other robed men, to what seemed to be a grove of trees connected to a well-maintained garden, Ahote knew they weren't anywhere near home. The buildings were to tall, too beautiful and grand. He had only seen it in magazines and newspapers, but he suspected it was Era.

There, standing in the open area among the grove of trees, was some sort of feminine figure. He wasn't quite sure what is was, or who it was. But it was completely human, from the looks of it.

"Wait there while we get things ready." A stranger in the same dark clothing ordered, as Ahote would quietly walk over to the creature. Frankly, he was far too confused and afraid to really say or do anything. Regardless, he hasn't made any social interaction for several hours, and the longing for that interaction eventually drove him to speak nervously.

"...Ahote. My name's Ahote. Who are you?" Ahote questioned with his gingery voice. It was hoarse and shy, but earnest and polite.

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Notes: Sorry if it seems rushed and unorganized at the end.... CUZ IT IS, LOL

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She was nothing near human when Ahote would get closer to her, it would be wondered how one could ever think Fluffy looked anything near human as right now she was still within her feline form. Crimson optics looked up, blinking slightly as she gazed upon the young boy the people who hired her had dragged over. It was quiet the pleasant surprise as she had not believed they were going to bring her any aid after they brought the brief case and controller to her, yet now she had a child assistant in this. However, she was a bit concerned "How old are you?" she very well knew evil could come in all forms and ages, herself being an example, but she had still been born human and with a very narrow mind. Seeing them toss a child at her like this?

"Does it matter how old the brat is, he was available." the female glared over at the men who had hired her, flames surrounding her as she changed into her large feline form, arched her back and snarled at them while standing in their way if they should try to grab the child. "He'll be the decider of if he's available or not, you best remember who you gave the detonator of the bomb to, I don't care about your lives, you will serve just as well as my meal as anyone in that meeting." the female snarled it out, flames burning around her paws and twin tails, another snarl causing the men to back up. Once they clearly took her seriously and would not charge at them? Fluffy turned to look at the young boy once more.

While she still inhabited the larger of her forms, towering over the child? She looked rather gentle when one ignored her saber fangs, crouching down so she was not so much taller than Ahote, eyes locked to him. "There is a meeting for the magic council regarding the reform of dark mages going on in this building, they hired me to plant this beneath the stage and than kill the attendants on live air. They brought you to help me, but I won't make you, what we do is your choice, I'm just as fond of eating them and taking you back to your home as I am of eating anyone inside that building than taking you back home." she really did not care who she ate, both sides had enough sins to sate her hunger, she could send any of them to hell.