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Deliverance

Deliverance

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This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a small quiet sigh, but with a bang and crash.
The first fleets arrived on earth by accident, a millennia ago, assimilating into society in order to best determine whether or not the planet's resources could be allocated to help their species. At first, they fell in love with the simple minded humans who knew nothing of the advanced technology or cures for simple illnesses. They were not to interfere, simply to observe, but the longer they observed, the less they loved. Their attitudes came close to hatred and soon, they determined that the humans were no longer a sentient species but beings set out to destroy both themselves and their planet.

Their mission was clear; erase humanity.

Begin anew.




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The stars shone so brightly, they twinkled the same way they had her entire life. It was her fifth birthday when she asked her parents to have a camp out in the yard with her friends. Her parents were happy to oblige and so that night, they had set up a tent, they dug a hole for a fire and roasted hot dogs and smores. They told stories around the camp fire, spinning tails of lizard men and creatures that lurked in the woods just beyond the fence. The children went to sleep contentedly in their sleeping bags, unaware of what lay just beyond those wooden posts. It was around midnight when the creaking began, the stalks torn up, one by one, creatures snaking through the long grass, their humanoid forms shiny and far too beautiful to ever truly be human. They plucked the children from their beds, silencing their screams, sending them into a deep sleep.

Alerted by their screams, the parents ran out, only to find the campsite trampled, ransacked, the children gone. For years they searched, prayed, hoped, but alas, they had never returned.



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How did the children disappear? There was evidence of what appeared to be a large meat eating creature, but their bodies were never found. Not a speck of clothing nor a piece of hair was ever recovered from the scene of the incident. The pieces didn't add up, but with no trails to go on, the police declared them dead and closed the case. This was especially strange when ten years later, there was evidence that they had been spotted in various places across the world. Emissaries, their time had come at last to awaken and begin the end.

One by one, the children received their message and pulled through in their final task, the world spiraling into chaos as fleets from the sky began to attack. Even with the might of the entire Earth's military, they were no match for the technology the extra terrestrials brought with them. One by one, the nations collapsed, chaos ensuing as radioactive detonators began to mutate the survivors. The aliens began to colonize the planet, rounding up what little humans remained to use them as slaves in order to rehabilitate the remaining land.



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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, one path leading to freedom, the other to an eternity of slavery. Humans had grown used to the cacophonous self reliance of internet orders and disassociation in their day to day lives. Humans are not used to work, they are not used to getting their hands dirty or laying in a dirt field to dig for whatever scraps of food might remain. They grew content and lazy, they allowed machines to work for them, they thought too much of celebrities and little of the earth that was wasting away at their own behest. It had led to their downfall, the terrain now becoming dangerous to traverse. In order to thrive, they will need to adapt, to learn to survive like their ancestors before them and rely on themselves in a place where every creature is out to get them.
Only the strong will survive.



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Name || Age || Role || Mutation (if any) || Ability || Face Claim || Played by:

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Jack Allister || 23 || Human || No Mutations || Bullet Proof Skin || Rider Achilles || Played by: NPC

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Pariya || 15 || Human || Scars, sticky hair || Pain Absence || Sato Matzusaka || Played by: SpiderNinja

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Kiyoko || 15 || The Damned || Ears and tail || Astral Projection || Atalanta || Played by: The_Queen

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Stella || 19 || Human || Heterochromic || Seer || Yoruka Kirihime || Played by: NPC

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Oni || 20 || Human || Horns, eyes, and claws || Anti matter sphere || Oodanna || Played by: NPC

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Adrianna Euclese Freya The Third || 655 || Alien Queen || None || Earth Sense|| Titania || Played by: NPC

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Eleven || 300 || Alien Princess || None || Vector Manipulation || 002 || Played by: The Queen

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Thirteen || 322 || Alien Prince || None || Empath || Yuu Mizuno || Played by: NPC

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Varsu|| 17 || Human || Glowing Eyes || Mind Enter || Princess Renner || Played by: NPC

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Romo || 15 || Human || None || Animal Bond || King || Played by: NPC

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"There's never a right time and place, sometimes you just have to make one."
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"To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people just exist."

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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No dinner, she was being punished for her outburst. Kyo was hungry, but these days, she was always hungry. This was nothing she couldn't handle. "Can I have it back?" Kyo asked, the sketchbook precariously poised next to an urn of soup. "No," Eleven and Thirteen replied in unison. Kyo shrunk further into the corner, those were her pictures. She had drawings of her friends and family, her parents, their likeness carved in colored pencils and pens. Her mother's laugh, her father's tears. They were immortalized in those pages, but Kyo had a feeling she would never see them again. Even now, their faces were beginning to fade from her mind. She dug her nails into her thigh, not wishing to lose those memories. Once the meal had ended, the Queen rose, seeming to float past Kyo by the doorway. Eleven followed behind her, not glancing at the human sitting on the floor.

Thirteen was the last to get to his feet, stretching. His arm knocked the sketchpad, which bounced once before landing at her feet. Kyo scrambled forward for it, but the leash stopped her. The sketchpad was just out of reach. Thirteen walked slowly towards her, lifting it up. A quick glimpse, but she saw it, the final photo drawn with painstaking care. Their reunion, their happiness, emblazoned in a blue pen. "Oops," the sketchpad fell once more, bouncing and landing in the fire of the fireplace. "No!" Kyo scrambled forward, but the leash stopped her. Their faces looked out at her, smiling as the flames consumed them and the paper was eaten away by the fire. Kyo's shoulders shook as Thirteen untied the leash from the light fixture. "Come, Kiki," he pulled her forward, dragging her from the room.

"That was the last picture I had of them," she whispered. Tears sprung to her eyes. Kyo wasn't some brave, fearless cat, she was just a girl who missed her home and her family. She felt like a foster all over again, worthless, unwanted. "That's not true," Thirteen shook his head. He cupped her chin in his fingertips, "I want you." He could read her emotions of course, he saw right through her heart. It thumped rapidly in her chest as tears blurred her vision, her ears twitching, her tail hanging between her legs. "You don't need anyone else, close off your heart. You serve me now, my pet." The leash tugged forward, a hand pressed on the wall behind her. "Yes Master," the pain and heartache faded, Kyo followed him back to his room, where a small nook had been carved out for her. It was near the window, a bed put underneath the lights, a curtain that wrapped around the entire space hung up. There were pillows for lounging on and a chest.

Her eyes were drawn to it immediately. Kyo knelt in front of it, opening it up to reveal art supplies. Paint, canvas, coloring books, sketchbooks, and so many different drawing materials that her head spun. "The Queen believes you are ugly, but I do not." Thirteen stroked her head. The aliens were not interested in human reproduction methods, but they did take comfort in the presence of other sentient beings. It was why they took pets for themselves, why they paired up. "It's your fault I look like this. It's your fault I have this stupid power."

"My fault? Why Kiki, my pet. I made you better, I simply brought out your true self."

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Drip drop, drip drop. Runelle watched as a yellow liquid was taken through a tube and Varsu wriggled as this happened, the tube connected somewhere near her bottom. "What is that?" She asked curiously, tilting her head. Whatever it was it was mesmerizing for her. "You'll have one too." Varsu said with a smile, giggling. "Xalin says it's to keep us pure. We're humans, so our bodies are flawed and broken and we produce impurity. But he can keep us pure." Runelle nodded, that made sense to her. She wanted to be cleansed of impurities too! It would be such an honor! She looked over to Xalin who was tapping into a device, perhaps contacting someone? "Can you purify me too? What i I can't poem if I'm not pure?" It was a disaster, a nightmare! Hopefully he would allow her that honor.

"Why, of course. I'll get the purifiers set up." He ruffled her hair, not minding how it was odd and sticky. Gross, her hair was, a sign of her human imperfection. Thankfully her owner, Xalin, was a perfect. Maybe by staying close to him she could be closer to perfect as well. That wasn't silly to hope for, was it? "It's pain, but in the end it's worth it." Varsu's eyes were sparkling with an idolizing fervor. "As long as we're pure, we will be happy." Happiness... was such a thing possible? Runelle sure wanted it to be! Then the whole world would start to feel right instead of being slightly unsettling. "Please purify me." Runelle closed her eyes, wishing for this uncertainty to go away. It hurt her head and she was never a smart one to begin with! How did she know that? Well, who knows anymore, it doesn't matter.

So her pants were removed as the cage opened. "Close your eyes and breathe deep, okay, Poetpup?" Xalin couched as he connected the tubes in, inserting them. There was pain as she felt stabby stabby, sharp metal latching onto the insides of both holes. "This way you'll be kept pure." He told her gently. "Are you okay?" Runelle shook her head, she felt very off indeed. Her head was spinning and she could no longer hear and her eyes were rolling up and she wriggled and felt almost as if she were drowning three times while also flying into a sound that smelled yellow.

It was happening again, the weird thing. Varsu did not understand it but perhaps there was someone who did. So she shut her eyes - it wasn't as if she needed to sing to make use of her ability. A new pet, as four were brought in yesterday, one of the new pets might be able to do something. She could feel many minds, but decided to enter the mind of a green girl. She quickly scanned her memories to confirm that the pink girl was indeed within them. The green girl would be pulled out of her wakefulness and into a projection of her own mind, whatever it might look like. Runelle - or Pariya - pink's mind was always chaotic and red, violent and scary, but what was this Kiyoko's mind like?

"Hello, I am Varsu. You know someone you call Pariya?" She spoke. While she had no memories of herself, she knew a lot because of looking into the memories of others. It made her feel sick after, so sick that sometimes she vomited impurities over herself but even so, she had a feeling whatever was happening to her new friend was a bad thing. "She is doing this." Varsu waved a hand to project the image of the odd shaking and blank stare and tongue biting and black wings flapping helplessly. "As a former companion of Pariya, do you know how to make it stop?"

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Meeting after meeting, Thirteen was an important General. They spoke in tongues, a language Kyo could not understand nor did she care to. She sat in her nook, the curtain pulled open so the other aliens could admire Thirteen's pet. "A fine catch," one admired with a nod in her native tongue. Kyo glanced up, meaning to send a glare, but Thirteen evoked a sense of calm that blanketed over her. She couldn't act up in front of all of these people, it would amount to nothing but pain. "Quite a meek thing, isn't it?" A lady in a full suit of armor asked as Kyo kept her gaze down, drawing. The sunlight filtered into the nook, feeling good on her skin. How were Jake, Pariya, and Romo faring? Were they locked into a sunless room? No windows to speak of? Were they being poked and prodded? The very thought was nigh unbearable.

Halfway through their meeting, Kyo rifled through the art supplies, attempting to be as quiet as possible. Pencil scratched against paper, she began to draw their features, surrounding the table, gauging over plans in a language Kyo didn't understand. Halfway through, her pencil fell out of her grip. Kyo felt light headed, her ears stopped twitching, her head was spinning. She watched her pencil roll across the floor, touching the boot of one of the aliens. He turned, kneeling down as her paper slid from her hands, the green haired girl rocking back and forth before careening over, sketchpad sliding. "Kiyoko?" Thirteen walked forward, his form wavering in front of her. He snapped a finger beside her ear, but it was as if she couldn't hear him. "I think your pet is defective."

"No, I'm sure this is just... some human game." Thirteen frowned, he had never seen a human behave like this before. Oh no, this was that thing she did, wasn't it? Part of her mutation? Thirteen attempted to recall what it was, but he had never seen it happen like this. No, this must be something else. Kyo looked around, she hadn't projected herself out of her body, what was happening? She was stuck, her body frozen like a rock. A voice penetrated her mind through the waves crashing along her ears. Pariya? This detached voice was not her's. "The shaking? You mean her seizures?" Kyo thought, hoping that the voice opposite could hear her. Still, Kyo had watched Jake enough times to know at least the basics.

"Turn Pariya on her side, hold her tongue so she doesn't choke, cushion her head with something soft and try to keep it down. If you can, pin her limbs down too so they don't flail and hurt someone." Was that enough? Did this mysterious voice need more information? Kyo didn't know how to stop them, Jake had sometimes mentioned a medicine with an L, but Kyo didn't know the specifics. She felt herself returning to her body, her limbs regaining feeling, she could wiggle her fingers and toes once more. Kyo blinked, turning her head left and then right, feeling groggy.

She was inside a sphere of some sort, air circulating around her with enough pressure to make her head spin. There was a needle in her hand, sending red and blue liquid into her body. What was happening?

"Humans, such fragile things."

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Meeting after meeting, Thirteen was an important General. They spoke in tongues, a language Kyo could not understand nor did she care to. She sat in her nook, the curtain pulled open so the other aliens could admire Thirteen's pet. "A fine catch," one admired with a nod in her native tongue. Kyo glanced up, meaning to send a glare, but Thirteen evoked a sense of calm that blanketed over her. She couldn't act up in front of all of these people, it would amount to nothing but pain. "Quite a meek thing, isn't it?" A lady in a full suit of armor asked as Kyo kept her gaze down, drawing. The sunlight filtered into the nook, feeling good on her skin. How were Jake, Pariya, and Romo faring? Were they locked into a sunless room? No windows to speak of? Were they being poked and prodded? The very thought was nigh unbearable.

Halfway through their meeting, Kyo rifled through the art supplies, attempting to be as quiet as possible. Pencil scratched against paper, she began to draw their features, surrounding the table, gauging over plans in a language Kyo didn't understand. Halfway through, her pencil fell out of her grip. Kyo felt light headed, her ears stopped twitching, her head was spinning. She watched her pencil roll across the floor, touching the boot of one of the aliens. He turned, kneeling down as her paper slid from her hands, the green haired girl rocking back and forth before careening over, sketchpad sliding. "Kiyoko?" Thirteen walked forward, his form wavering in front of her. He snapped a finger beside her ear, but it was as if she couldn't hear him. "I think your pet is defective."

"No, I'm sure this is just... some human game." Thirteen frowned, he had never seen a human behave like this before. Oh no, this was that thing she did, wasn't it? Part of her mutation? Thirteen attempted to recall what it was, but he had never seen it happen like this. No, this must be something else. Kyo looked around, she hadn't projected herself out of her body, what was happening? She was stuck, her body frozen like a rock. A voice penetrated her mind through the waves crashing along her ears. Pariya? This detached voice was not her's. "The shaking? You mean her seizures?" Kyo thought, hoping that the voice opposite could hear her. Still, Kyo had watched Jake enough times to know at least the basics.

"Turn Pariya on her side, hold her tongue so she doesn't choke, cushion her head with something soft and try to keep it down. If you can, pin her limbs down too so they don't flail and hurt someone." Was that enough? Did this mysterious voice need more information? Kyo didn't know how to stop them, Jake had sometimes mentioned a medicine with an L, but Kyo didn't know the specifics. She felt herself returning to her body, her limbs regaining feeling, she could wiggle her fingers and toes once more. Kyo blinked, turning her head left and then right, feeling groggy.

She was inside a sphere of some sort, air circulating around her with enough pressure to make her head spin. There was a needle in her hand, sending red and blue liquid into her body. What was happening?

"Humans, such fragile things."

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Varsu was determined to solve this somehow, even with the limited memories in her own head. Sure, she would never recover her old self, that was far gone now, but she could help her fellow pet at least. Xalin was not a cruel alien, but he like her, did not have much knowledge when it came to defective humans such as this Pariya. "I will inform the Owner. Thanks." Varsu returned to her own mind then, opening her eyes. "What did you see?" Xalin asked her intently, more curious at Runelle's antics than anything as she thrashed on the ground, black wings fluttering helplessly. "This is a bad thing." Varsu reported. "Don't let her hit her head and pin down her legs?" That was what this Kiyoko said at least. "If her head is hurt, she might not be able to poem anymore."

Xanil looked almost pale at the idea of losing such a vestige of art. "Well, I can't allow that to happen." He produced a fluffy white thing what was probably a pillow and placed it under her head, pinning her down with ropes around her wrists, her ankles. After a while the pinkette stopped her struggling, then she tiredly opened her eyes. "What happened? Was I making a super good poem?" She asked in a very washed out voice, fatigue in every syllable she spoke. "Why are you looking at me funny? Am I funny?" Xalin shook his head. "You humans are so fragile. Filthy as well, I'll have to make you clean." With a swift motion Pariya's rags were lifted from her body, revealing her horrifically mutated body. It looked as if she had tape worms sewn into her torso, snaking all around. She let out a cry of surprise, then shame, as she realized how horrible she was.

"No! Don't look, this isn't art, this is bad!" Xalin sniffed, eyes narrowing. "Art must be impeccable, and frankly, you smell. I'll tend to that, I'll teach you humans what hygiene is." So after a lengthy sponge bath Runelle was cleansed and waxed until the only hairs left were on her head and brows. It was uncomfortable and the dazed poet wriggled and squirmed the entire time but she was helpless but in the end she was put in some silken robe that hung off her body down to her knees, a light pastel coriander sort of color.

"I'll invite the others and their human pets to this room." Xalin told them with a satisfied nod after feeding them. "It will be an exhibition of art, so I hope you have your best songs and poems prepared for the occasion." An exhibition? Was Runelle really ready for this? "Owner says we are, so we are ready." Varsu told her calmly, eyes shut as she swayed on her chair. The pinkette felt nervous but she hoped she wouldn't let her Master down. Everyone would be here to see what he made of his pets, and there was something strange inside of her that wanted to please Xalin in whatever way she could.

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He was watching her, the strange sphere encapsulating the entirety of her body. Kyo pushed against the glass, wanting to be released. A memory stuck out in the back of her mind, a sphere like this, slowly filling with water. Out, she had to get out. Her heart beat rapidly, Kyo pounded against the glass until the latch sprung open and she fell forward. He was sift, catching her before she could fall to the ground. He draped a blanket around her shoulders, her anxiety melting away with his touch. He was her lifeline. "Shhh, it is alright, everything is aright now." Thirteen stroked her head as Kyo's limbs shook, the memory of drowning still fresh in her mind. "Humans are such delicate creatures." He admonished, sitting her upright. "What happened?" Kyo touched her temple, wondering if she should trust him.

"You went rigid, as hard as a stone, and would move nor speak. It was quite the show," of course, her suffering would be seen as entertainment to the hierarchy of beasts from the moon, or wherever it is they came from. "It's your fault," Kyo said quietly, "because you didn't give me dinner." Thirteen laughed, the sound cruel and grating against her sensitive ears. "I will have to think of some other way to punish you then," she rose to her feet, a set of clothing folded neatly on the bench. "I have been invited to a party, you are to come along with me." Kyo nodded as she dressed, knowing she had no choice in the matter. "Will there be food?" His eyes narrowed, it was clear she was testing his patience.

The clothing choice was certainly interesting to say the least. "What is this?" She asked in disgust, the long sleeves drooping over her arms. "We are going to be in the presence of a man who values beauty over everything. You, my pet, are rather ugly. That is why, I had them create you an outfit to make you sine." Her cheeks turned bright pink, ugly? Was she really? Her shoulders sagged, her ears drooped, and her tail stopped its casual swishing. With her green and blonde air and her large, pointy ears, who wouldn't find her ugly? She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling self conscious.

She wore gloves over her claw-like hands and carried her sketchpad in a grip like a vise. Thirteen pulled the leash along, Kyo walking behind him. They had arrived in a fancy entourage of outlandish vehicles, sailing smoothly across the land and to the large house that the host had stolen. "Stay by my side, my pet." Thirteen said, knocking on the door. He rearranged his expression into casual disinterest as the door swung open and they were invited inside.

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The room was made all fancy and there were even curtains made up and drapes and many other such things waiting for them as people gathered into Xilan Xanivarn's hall. He and his cousin, Xilia Xanivarn, had been invited to Earth to assist with the subjugation of humans. The Xanivarn family was held in high esteem by the Queen Lunaria of course, and Xilan himself was the holder of the Blessing of History. Prestigious, the five families holding the Blessings were second only to the Royal Family itself. "Welcome to the Art Exhibition! I am Xilan Xanivarn of course, and this is my dear cousin, Xilia." Xilia made a bow, steely eyes regarding those who had gathered themselves here. Even Thirteen had made his appearance, so this had to be a good show.

Xilia dutifully did as told and waved her arm, the curtain shimmering and vanishing into light, revealing the two pets, dressed all pretty in their matching pastel robe dresses. "These are the two pets bestowed upon me by Queen Lunaria's grace and mercy." Xilan spoke, never failing to brown nose for the terrifying queen that held all the power. "I have cultivated their art and they will show the best parts of humanity's culture that we can preserve long after they have been trained and made into something better." Even the other family invited along to Earth, the Plutarians, were here, watching. This was going to be quite the show. "Please, you may begin, my songbird, my Varsu." The blonde nodded, and smiled as she began her song, not afraid as she saw her audience.

The song was pretty and by now they realized that there was something in the song that was bad for poor Runelle, so she was given ear plugs so as to not have to hear it and have an episode. She was nervous, preparing all of her poems as best as she could. What could impress the Queen herself? But if she didn't do well, could that be a disaster? Oh no, that was awful! The pinkette caught a glimpse of another pet, a cat eared human. She seemed oddly familiar and could it be she was staring too? No, Runelle decided not to worry about it for now, she had to focus! By the time Varsu's beautiful melody and elegy was finished, Xilia nudged her. "It's your turn. It'll be okay, my cousin believes in you." Runelle wished she believed in herself too.

"Now it's time for my newest addition. Her name is Runelle, and she is my poetpup. Her skill with words exemplifies human language, the best of their kind." The pinkette gulped, closing her eyes, a voice in her head was telling her to be calm, confident, to not let her nerves get the better of her. "In the ocean there are slimy eels. Oh, what do those creatures feel? Still, their lives we will steal, we care not how they feel!" Poem after poem Runelle recited until Xilan could barely hold his tears back, wiping a single tear away with a dignified finger. "humanity may be filthy and impure, but there are parts of their culture that can be preserved, like diamonds in the rough. I hope today a bit of those diamonds have been shown to you all today."

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They sauntered up to the walkway of the mansion, Kyo feeling largely intimidated by its side. She clung to her sketchpad, looking down at her feet as they walked through the building full of aliens. There was a song being sung somewhere in the middle, where they had gathered and a table piled with treats towards the wall. Her eyes glimmered, her mouth watering and tail swishing at the sight of food. "You want that, don't you?" Thirteen asked and Kyo nodded slowly. "Well then you'll have to perform a trick," he taunted, tugging the leash to bring her closer to the other aliens. A trick? Kyo couldn't do anything of the sort. The most she could do was perhaps draw someone, but that could take a while. "Ah, Xalin, enjoying the attention I see." Thirteen said coolly, his gaze making the crowd shift.

A swarm of women fell around them, vying for the prince's attention. Kyo was disgusted, she wanted to get away, but his grip on the leash was tighter than ever. "Is this your pet?" One alien asked, "Oh my, what an interesting looking creature." Another said, uncertain herself as to whether or not it was a compliment. "What's that in its hands? Is it nice? Can I pet it?" They converged on Kyo next, who nervously took a step back. "Kyo, play nice, I told you, you have to do a trick if you want a treat." Kyo's ears twitched, they pounced on her, petting her, taking her sketchpad, pulling on her tail. "Ooh, these are pretty, can you do me?" They flocked around the papers as the music changed, flipping through the few drawings Kyo had done of the aliens at the meeting. "Do what you will with her, she's yours for the evening." Thirteen disappeared in the crowd, leaving Kyo with the group of what she assumed were females.

"Draw me! Draw me!" There were five of them in total, each one wearing a more extravagant and puzzling outfit than the next. "Does it speak? Maybe it's defective?" Kyo stepped back once more, not wanting to be touched. "Give that back," she made a swipe for it, but the alien holding her leash tugged her back. "Aww, you upset it. Look how little it is, must be so fragile." Why couldn't Kyo feel angry? Why couldn't she rage at these aliens that were taking her things and petting her head without permission? "I'm a girl," Kyo managed, snatching her sketchpad back and clinging to it protectively. "It does speak!" They cheered as though it was a success of their own. "Do you have a name strange looking human?"

"Kyo," they squealed once more, the human wasn't quite sure why though. "Where did Thirteen go? I should go back to him," but she was stuck in between them and the wall. "He gave you to us for the night, let's have some fun!" She was shoved into a chair, one of them sitting across from her. "Draw me, pleeeeeaaaase," with a sigh and a hungry tummy, Kyo opened up to a new page. She glanced up occasionally, the scratch of pencil against paper calming. Halfway through, one of them disappeared and returned with cake. Kyo looked up, her nose picking up the smell, her tail swishing. "I think it's hungry. Go get her some food!"

Two left and came back, armed with one of everything. Kyo's mouth watered, her pencil nearly falling from her hands. "Look, she is! Okay, but I get to feed her!"

"No, I do!"

"I'm not a child," Kyo muttered, but regardless, allowed them to feed her spoonfuls of delicacies that melted on her tongue. When Thirteen returned, Kyo was full to the brim and had drawn all of their portraits. "That's a good trick," he observed, taking the leash once more. "Now for your treat," he tugged her forward, forcing Kyo to follow him. Her eyes widened as they landed on the pink haired girl drawing attention from everyone, her poems still terrible, but the aliens eating them up.

"Pariya."

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Naturally, Runelle and Varsu were given a brief reprieve from their purifiers for the purpose of the exhibition because it was unsightly for outsider to have to see. She was thankful that Xalin was so patient with them despite their bodies producing such awful filth, he really was a wonderful owner, wasn't he? "Xalin is a handsome lemon! What fruit so sweet like a lemon?" The aliens were all seemed to take her poems well which made Runelle even happier. "Humans are capable of verbal art? Who would have known those barbarians had that sort of skill?" One seemingly female alien exclaimed, hand to her mouth. "It's almost as if they're intelligent!" Almost? No, Runelle knew she wasn't. She and Varsu were little more than animals, like they deserved to be. They were human, a race that loved to kill each other for little pieces of paper with numbers written on, or for black liquid that spelled awful!

But because of Xalin Xanivarn, even a garbage human like Runelle was allowed to pretend to be beautiful, even this once. This strange alien who Varsu told her through her power was named Thirteen which was an odd name to be sure, he was being rude!"Can I make a poem about thirteen being a bad number?" She asked Varsu through her head but nothing happened because that wasn't how Varsu's power worked at all. But as much as she wanted to she had a feeling it would be bad to do that because Thirteen was obviously an alien of importance. Runelle was stupid and just a human, but even so at least she knew that much. A strange green girl was making a nonsensical sound, but it sure sounded nice.

"Aah eee ah! Pa ri ya! Light from high makes me say ha!" That poem felt nice to say, it was almost like singing except not really though. And naturally the aliens were eating it up as the art exhibition went on. "Does this mean there are custom poems? Make one with the word 'Grapefruit!'!" One alien requested and Runelle thought hard, then managed to think of one. "Come on over to my grapefruit garden! There's so much fun for us to take part in! Drink lots of wine but do not sin!"

Then suddenly someone knocked her at the strange green human, grabbing her arm. "Hey, don't touch the art!" Xalin cried as Xilia tried to calm him down. "But we want to see two humans interacting!" The female-seeming alien declared. Runelle stared blankly at the green eared girl, not sure what to do. "Hello, I'm Runelle and I'm art. Are you also an art? What is your name?" She tilted her head in confusion, wanting to go back to telling poems.

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There wasn't an ounce of recognition in her eyes. She was spewing out strange words, she may as well have been speaking in the alien tongue for all Kyo could understand. Thirteen watched, curious as to what she was doing. He glanced between the pink haired girl and his pet, his eyes keenly watching the interaction. "She's forgotten about you already, that's how useless you were to her." He whispered, just loud enough for her large-animal ears to pick up. They twitched at the sound, her tail drooping ever so slightly. No, it couldn't be true. Pariya wouldn't just up and forget her like that! They had a bond, didn't they? And that other girl, the one whose song had pierced the air from the moment she stepped into the mansion. Was it her fault Pariya couldn't remember?

But no, wait a second, the resemblance was uncanny. The two could have been twins. The only difference was their hair color, Pariya's pink and perpetually shiny with its sticky sheen, but this girl's was blonde. "That's your name, Pariya," Kyo spoke, her voice low as the other aliens were calling out words for custom poems. Kyo's tail flickered impatiently; how was she going to corner her? The green haired kitten couldn't even grow close enough to breathe the same air. "It wouldn't do well to dwell on the past. I told you, didn't I?" Thirteen inquired, his breath warm on her ear. "She's my friend," Kyo insisted stubbornly, but the seed of doubt had been planted. It niggled in the back of her mind, taunting her, telling her that she was forgettable, that she was disposable. They never needed her, the weak link who couldn't fight with her mutation.

Someone grabbed her, Kyo so surprised that she yelped and tried to jump back. Thirteen didn't assist her, he simply disappeared into the crowd, no doubt to observe what was happening. "Let go of me! Don't touch me!" They grabbed Pariya, surrounding them, wanting th two to interact. Kyo's tail whipped back and forth fiercely, it was clear that she was irked by being in the center of the spotlight. "Your name isn't Runelle," Kyo whispered, swallowing hard. "Louder!" An alien shouted, they wanted to hear their interaction. Kyo stiffened, she had never enjoyed being in the spotlight. "Kyo," she replied at last, loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"I'm a human, like you." Her hands tightened around her sketchpad, the pages rumpling beneath her grip. "Art? Art? There's no such thing, not in a world like this." She ripped a page out, throwing it into the air. "You want art, here! Take it you fakers! Take your destruction and self-satisfied attitudes and shove it where the sun doesn't shine!" She tossed the empty pad into the air, the aliens scrambling to grasp the pages of drawings. She turned back towards Pariya, "Remember who you are-"

"That's enough," Thirteen didn't have to yell. He didn't have to look disappointed; he simply had to be. The crowd parted, he walked forward, calmly as Kyo continued to seethe. "I thought you were a human, not an animal. I'm disappointed, Kyo." Her shoulders sagged, her anger melting away. "I do apologize Xalin, my pet has ruined your marvelous show."

Nothing to see here. Move along, 2764714. Nothing to see here. Move along, 2764715.

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Runelle was confused, why did the aliens want her to talk to a human? Varsu was already a human to talk to. Sure, this green human was very cute and Runelle liked her ears, but she still did not understand. However she was very happy to obey orders! "This is an art show, you should more polite be." Wasn't it good etiquette to not yell at people and stuff? Well, not that aliens were people or anything, that was just silly. "Kyo? That's a nice name! My name is Runelle!" Kyo, it felt tickly in her head, like a pleasant sort of feeling. Kyo. She liked it! Runelle hoped to get to say it more. "In my dream, a girl named Kyo. In my head, she makes a nice glow! Ouch, I stubbed my pinkie toe!" The audience clapped at her spontaneous poem and Runelle blushed, pleased at the reception.

Art? But this was art! "Is my poems not art? I like your pictures though!" She was already a page around but from the glimpse Runelle got, it looked very nice. "It's mine, I claim the human art!" One woman screeched, grabbing it and smiling happily at her prize. "I'm now a connoiseur!" If Runelle had more intelligence maybe she would have understood this feeling of being gawked at like a curiosity, an unknown. At being caged up like a zoo animal. But sadly she had no idea and simply decided to call it stage coolness. "No, I'm Runelle, did you hear me wrong? I'm sorry, I'll try to be heard better next time!"

As Thirteen came to break matters up, someone else showed up. On their chest was another mark similar to what Xalin had. It was another Blessing of course, the other family representative invited to Earth. "Quiet!" A loud yell shutting up all of the noise as Xalin was about to wave off Thirteen's apology, as Xilia was pouring more drinks for everyone. "Representing to Plutarian family, I want to bring these interesting humans out for a human hunt. Thirteen, Xalin, do you want to come with?" Despite it being a short alien, they were capable of quite the deep yell. Xalin shook his head, fixing the drapes on the windows. "No, I'm an artist, not a fighter. Xilia, you can go hunt in my place." His cousin nodded, her curly ringlets bobbing with the movement. Hunt? Runelle could go on a hunt? "Is a hunt scary? What is it? Can I eat it?" She did not know but she was excited for more adventures.

Simultaneously to the Plutarian invitation, blonde songbird Varsu looked directly at Kiyoko, activating her mind enter again. "Hello, do you remember me?" This time Kiyoko wouldn't enter her own mind because they were face to face, or as close as could be. "Your advice helped her strange shakes earlier, thank you. It would be sad if the new pet died so soon." It must be nice to have someone who remembered you. No one remembered Varsu before she was Varsu, so she would never be able to find the old self. Though perhaps that was for the best, there was probably no one looking anymore.

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A hush fell over the crowd as the representative of the Plutarian family arrived. Short in stature, mighty in nature. Thirteen turned, knowing that this rather important person would have something intelligent to say. Thirteen had never liked Xalin, he had always thought him to be rather shallow and short-sighted. With no longer-term goal in mind, Xalin instead fell back on collecting what he felt was art. Thirteen knew what real art was and this wasn't it. Caging two humans up and making them spatter nonsense, Xalin must have been knee deep in forbidden flowers. He impressed so many lesser families were going along with it. Unless, they too, were uncultured in the human arts. It wasn't as though everyone had a sister who traveled the universe and brought back a taste of each culture she touched upon.

"A hunting party?" Thirteen debated aloud. Kyo stiffened beside him, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of hunting other humans. "Yes, I think we will join you. Do send for me once you have the trip configured." Pariya didn't know what a hunt meant. Similar to a naive child, Pariya was drifting through this situation with a head stuck in the clouds. What had that shady Xalin character done to her? Why didn't she remember anything? This was clearly more than just a preconceived notion that she was a forgettable, ugly thing, but something deeper. Was this Xalin's power? To lock away memories? Kyo furrowed her brow, Thirteen squeezing her shoulder. She felt that odd sense of calm overcome her, a strange, lazy happiness crawling up her spine. Be happy, her mind begged her, relax, you're at a party, everyone's having fun.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice popped into her head, thanking her for helping stop Pariya's seizure the other day. Did Kyo speak plainly to her? Was she allowed to? She turned, Thirteen still talking with Xalin and and the Plutarian boy. "It's called a seizure," Kyo said quietly. "There's medicine to control it, but I don't know what it's called. Jake would probably know," did aliens not have problems with seizures? Wasn't there an alien doctor that could help cure her of these episodes? Weren't the aliens supposed to have superior medical and scientific knowledge? Or were all of those science fiction movies a lie? "Thirteen, I'm tired." Kyo whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "Leave us Kyo, we're discussing important things."

It was a few more minutes before he was done and by then, Kyo had been nearly forced to draw more portraits. She was all too happy when he picked up the leash and decided it was a good time to return to the former Buckingham Palace. "I'll see you soon, I guess," Kyo waved as she was pulled out, the drive back to the castle rather quiet. that was fine with her, as Kyo was rather tired. She walked slowly behind Thirteen, occasionally forced to speed up because of the hastened pace he had set.

Once inside the privacy of his room, a slap stung her cheek. "You stupid cat," his voice was oddly calm as he struck her down, kicking her in the ribs, the metal tips of his boot leaving bruises wherever it struck. "Stop! Please!" Kyo begged as he kicked her around like a soccer ball. "Embarrassing me like that," she had learned her lesson, she would not act up like that again.

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"Get her prepared for the expedition, cousin." Xanivarn told Xilia once the art exhibition has ended and everyone cleared out. Varsu was swaying back and forth, looking at their mutual Master with an urgent frown. "I feel impurities backing up." She whimpered, shaking, wanting to go back in her chair. "Can you help?" She looked as if she were in agony, and Runelle felt strange looking at it. "Alright, I'll set it up, songbird. Sing for me, why don't you." So Varsu began to sing as Xalin got to work, attaching the tubes yet again. "Let's go." Dressed in all black with frills and lace, Xilia sure seemed strange. But apparently she was the fighter of the Xanivarn family while Xalin was the artist so she would be the one to go on whatever this hunt was. The green girl from before would be there too!

While Xalin has hair that seemed to change colors depending on the light - being either a light green or something close to purple, Xilia's hair was almost transparent. Something between a glistening white sheen like snow and translucent like a thin plastic wire. "I hope you don't try to escape during the hunt." Xilia warned her with a click of the tongue as she changed Runelle's clothes. The pinkette flinched at the touch, at once again being naked. "No! Don't look, I'm ugly!" Xilia nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of like a ugly cute. Like a caterpillar or a beetle?" Runelle hated the growth on her body, clinging like a parasite. She was glad once she was robed in a sort of grey long robe that hung off of her body strangely, almost clinging to her skin. "Ceremonial hunting robes for guests." Xilia explained with a shrug. "Maybe we'll get to show your poetry to the Queen if you do well enough."

Queen? Now that would be interesting. What was the Alien Queen good at, would she like her poems too? Oh, Runelle hoped so, she knew she was garbage but at least if she could make good art then maybe she would have some tiny bit of value. "I'll do my best!" She declared bravely, not having any idea what a hunt entailed. "Sorry about the art stuff. Our society's quite pretentious, isn't it?" Xilia snickered to herself, clicking her tongue. "The real joy is the hunt, so you'd best look forward to it." She walked her down the hall to the main entrance where they'd get transferred to where the other hunters would have their expedition ready. "Have fun, come back safe." Varsu's voice rang oddly in her head.

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"Brother," Eleven stood outside the door, her pink hair woven into a plait with flowers nestled atop her head. Her clothes were new, a dress that changed hue like the scales of a fish depending on the light. "While I do not particularly care for the humans, I do believe it is in our best interest to... preserve what remains." She nodded towards Kyo, who lay limply on the ground, her hand twitching. Blood stained the floor, Thirteen's boots leaving crimson boot prints on the white tile as he nudged Kyo's leg with a steel toe. "That Plutarian Lord invited me on a hunt." He mentioned, turning away from his pet in order to face his sister. "I should think that you would be overjoyed," Eleven replied, her eyes remaining on Kyo's limp form. "And what of your pet?"

"She will be coming as well."

"Who are the prey?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. It does." Eleven pressed, striding inside. "Quite frankly, I don't think you understand the dire need to preserve the rest of humanity."

"You are correct, I do not. I do not understand your filthy love for these beasts," he gave another hard kick to her ribs, an audible crunch underneath the force of it. She coughed, blood dancing on her lips, spraying across the ground. Her hand ceased its twitching, her tail had curled around her leg like a vise, the limb turning slightly blue from the restrictive force of the appendage. "If I wanted your advice I would have called you here," Thirteen said briskly, dismissing her.

"Brother, I think your pet needs medical attention."

"No, she will fare fine." He replied, the crimson puddle growing. "Brother, these wounds are worrisome." Eleven knelt down, touching one of the cuts on Kyo's face. Thirteen's eyes narrowed, "well then fix her, human loving scum." He strode from the room, slamming the door behind him. "I will not forget your kindness," Eleven whispered. "I will repay it," the memory of a hidden smile flashed in her mind. Guilty plagued her, this was her fault. Where was Pariya? The Queen wouldn't so much as whisper as to where she had sent her off. Kyo made a sound, blood filling her mouth. Eleven lifted her, carrying the frail looking human with ease. Her head lolled backwards, blood dripping from her nose, from her mouth, in an ugly, ungainly fashion.

Eleven did not care who saw her. She toted Kyo to the only place she knew that could fix humans as damaged as this. It was the last place she had seen Pariya as well, before the Queen gifted her to some lord or lady. "Princess, what are you doing here? What is that you're carrying?" A warden rushed forward, Kyo was particularly pale, they had left a trail of blood outside, but that did not matter. "Thirteen's pet, I suspect my brother had another one of his fits." The warden nodded, a stretcher floating towards them. Eleven placed Kyo down, her eyes were closed, but she was conscious.

"Greffwojjj," Kyo managed to slur, perhaps a thanks, or some nonsensical human curse. Kyo peeled one eye open, the light making her head pound. Eleven touched her hand, perhaps the lending of warmth enough to make the human feel at ease. The wardens rushed around the Princess, doing what they could to minimize the damage. One of them waved a metal stick over the still cat, her body now convulsing strangely. "Fire up the hydrostasis," two wardens rushed off. Kyo felt prick after prick as they attempted to gain access to her veins, but the pain was minimal compared to the fire in the rest of her body.

At last they found access in her foot, after having to untangle her tail. They cut off what remained of the fancy dress Thirteen had made her wear for the party and the gurney followed them towards a line of pressurized pods. "How long will it take?" Eleven inquired, watching as they bustled about like bees fighting over a particularly appetizing flower. "This will be overnight. Humans do not heal at the same rate as us, Princess." Eleven nodded, watching as they hauled Kyo into the pod, the lights within glowing brightly. She cried out, perhaps in fear or pain, a mixture of both more than likely, but did not resist as she was settled inside the egg-shaped device. The door sealed shut, the reflection of Thirteen visible from outside the watching glass. "I told you," he steeled himself, "she was going to be fine."

The wardens steered clear, knowing just how bad Thirteen's temper could be. "And I told you, the damage was severe. If I hadn't brought your pet here, she would have bled out in your bedroom." Thirteen grit his teeth, but did not otherwise respond.

He was there, bright and early, when the wardens released Kyo from the pod. She was asleep, her ears twitching, alert, her tail swishing every so often. Thirteen waited as she was placed on a gurney and into one of the curtained areas to sleep off the rest of the medication.

When Kyo awoke, she was sore. Her limbs ached and creaked, there was something in her foot, and she looked as though she had taken a bath in blood that had dried up and clung to her skin. She was wearing a white shift, the sort that she imagined those in the colonial era would have adorned. "Good morning," Kyo stiffened, turning her head slowly to face him. "Morning," she eyed him, wondering if he was going to hit her. "We're going somewhere, get dressed." He threw a bundle of clothes at her, underwear nearly hitting in the face. Kyo sat up slowly, wincing, as residual pain flared up her nerves. "Too slow," Thirteen knelt down, practically tearing the white shift off of her and getting her dressed.

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The night before the hunt, and Runelle was cheerfully humming to herself as she was watching the night sky from the gilded window she was allowed to have. When not on display, she and Varsu would be allowed to have some reprieve and were given their own rooms in the Xaniver mansion. "Tell me more about Planet X!" Xilia looked at her and shrugged, bored of just hanging around. "Hey, let's have some fun. My brother's asleep, so let's take advantage of it." Fun? But wasn't it fun to just tell poems and do nothing? "Then let's bring Varsu! Um, will we still be attached to the purifier?" The last thing Runelle wanted was to become filthy before the hunt after all. Xilia blinked, her black curly ringlets bouncing as she thought. "Yeah, that sounds alright. I just hate being stuck in this stuffy place."

It was funny. Xilia didn't talk like most of the aliens so far. Besides Xalin who was special in his own way, a unique artistic connoisseur, most aliens had a sort of pompous way of speaking, didn't they? They deserved it though, aliens were so much cleaner and pure than disgusting humans after all. She shut her eyes and let Xilia remove the purifier's tube. Runelle stood up abruptly, and then she felt dizzy and flopped right over onto her front, face smacking against the floor. "Sheesh, my cousin really likes to gather idiots." Xilia sneered as she held her hand out, foot tapping restlessly to a rhythmic sort of beat. Runelle took it without hesitation and then it was only after when she realized. "Oh! I'm sorry, am I gross? Should I not grab your hand?" Xilia waved her off but Runelle did not understand the hand movement.

Varsu was curled up and asleep, looking kind of cute as she lay there on her bed, purifier still attached. Xilia removed it and that woke up the singer. "Oh, hello." She rubbed her eyes, blinking away the sleep. "What is happening? Am I still pure?" Suddenly feeling excited Runelle grabbed her hand. "Yes! We're going to have fun, it'll be fun!" And she even accidentally made a poem, it was so exciting! "Oh, again? Xilia does this sometimes." Blonde Varsu said with understanding. There was a painful ringing in Runelle's ears as she looked at the angelic blonde but she couldn't understand it. It probably just meant nothing anyways.

It was a few moments later when before their eyes a small fighter pod plane was waiting, plasma engines humming as it turned on. "Let's fly around, your planet is just so odd, humans! Especially at night!" Dark as the night and also as Xilia's hair, the two art girls entered. "Is this what fun is?" If Runelle learned fun, maybe she could tell that strange Kyo girl about it later, the green one with the cute ears! As Xilia got the engine running, Varsu locked eyes with Runelle. It was then that a painful strange voice went into her head and Pariya whimpered in confusion. "You aren't Runelle though, don't you have a true self?"

But when they started flying around Runelle snapped out of whatever trance she had gotten into - it was probably nothing anyways. A few hours later, fun had been had and Runelle went to sleep, ready for the hunt tomorrow.

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"Where are we going?" Kyo inquired, practical clothing shoved into her arms. She wasn't moving fast enough for Thirteen, however. He plucked her clothing off and forcibly dressed her in the bundle he held. "On a hunt," Thirteen replied, perhaps perplexed by Kyo's faulty memory. That would be his own fault, considering he had previously thrashed her so hard that she had spent the last twenty four hours teetering between life and death like a toddler walking a dangerous line. "What will we be hunting?" Kyo asked as breakfast was served. They were eating in Thirteen's room, the food on the table piled high. Supple bread rolls, scented with lavender and honey, still warm from the oven. Perfectly round blueberry pancakes and maple jam, eggs, and enough bacon to feed a small army.

"What do you think?" Thirteen asked as he pulled open a bread roll, steam rising from the crumb. He slathered a large amount of butter onto it and took a bite. Kyo swallowed, looking around at the food. "No need to be so formal, the Queen isn't here to scold me for feeding my pet at the table." With a nod, Kyo reached over, using her fork to push pancakes and eggs onto her plate. She ate slowly, savoring every bite. "We're hunting humans, aren't we?" She asked and despite the wonderful smell, the food turned sour in her stomach. Thirteen nodded, "of a sort. Some of the humans mutated beyond what you would consider humane." Hearing such words made Kyo's tail swish anxiously. "They attack everything on sight, be it those from planet X, or other humans."

"So you're going to kill them?" Kyo inquired silently, thinking of her school friends, of her neighbors, of her parents, murdered in cold blood. "Perhaps," Thirteen replied idly, clearly bored by the conversation. "Or maybe we'll find something more interesting, for example, an entire colony of humans." Kyo choked on her milk, white liquid pouring from her nose as she coughed, having inhaled some. Thirteen gave her a disgusting look, tossing a pile of napkins in her direction. "So you knew already? And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I've heard rumors, but that's all." Kyo admitted after she was finished sneezing milk. "I see," Thirteen fell into a perturbing silence, perhaps wondering how he should punish his pet for failing to inform him of this human colony. "Tell me the rumors," he demanded, leaning forward. Thirteen folded his hands on the table and rest his chin against a closed fist. Kyo nodded quickly, pushing her food aside. She told him everything she knew, or at least, everything that he wanted to hear. "Is that all?" He asked when she was done, her ears trembling from having revealed so much. Kyo nodded, feeling a wrench in her stomach. Perhaps it was a good thing that she had never made it to the actual colony.

"Stay here," Thirteen disappeared behind the grand doors to his bedroom. Kyo went over to the windowsill, flipping through the pictures she had drawn. If she had any hope of escaping, it had quickly been dashed.

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It was time for the hunt. Fenet was the representative of the Plutarian family and he was standing at the entrance to the mobile search ship that would lead them on their treck to their prey. He was dressed in extraplanetary finery and Runelle couldn't help but be a little awed. She saw that mean prince too, the one who called himself Thirteen that Xalin didn't seem to like very much. "Be good and you'll be allowed on more hunts, Runelle." Xilia told her restlessly, rubbing her hands together with a vibrant sort of energy to her. "I'll be good! I want to go on more hunts so I can think of more poems!" She liked being an art, it made her feel useful and good. With them was a sad looking green dog, filled with matted fur and scars and fresh wounds draping it's ugly body.

"Apparently that dog is being loaned by the Alien Queen herself." Xilia whispered to Runelle's ear as the pinkette caught sight of the green eared girl again. "Hello again! Varsu told me to talk more with you!" She didn't understand how a dog could be green but decided not to question it. The dog was looking piteously at her but the poetpup did not understand and so decided not to bother worrying about it. It wasn't her business anyhow. "We're going to hunt! It'll be fun! I hope you brought your excitement hats!" Runelle of course was weak and powerless, the best she could do was make inspiring poems for the soldiers. Did she spare a thought as to why humans were being hunted? No, it wasn't her place to think that far ahead. She wasn't smart enough to, anyways.

With them was a smallish group of maybe 30 aliens who had come to join in on the hunt. "Well, if we're all ready, let's get this started. We'll go for some higher quality game today." Fenet informed the others, smirking as he said so. "They call themselves the Red Tent, and they seem to think they're building a sanctuary for the females of their species. How barbaric of them, they should be thankful we'll get to teach them just how wrong they are." Red Tent? Runelle's head felt tickled a little but she decided it didn't matter. "I was bored waiting for some action." Xilia snickered, offering Runelle a seat next to her in the hunting ship. "It'll be fun, and life is short so you might as well have as much fun as you can before you kick the bucket."

Yeah! Runelle liked that idea, because if you're going to die, you might as well make good on your team before the end, right? "I'll come up with so many poems Xalin will cry again!" He sure was a crier, that's for sure. The dog was whining but seemed afraid to leave the side of the green eared girl who Runelle believed called herself something like Kyo or whatnot. Maybe Kyo used to be a green cat and that was why she was friends with the ugly green dog? "Stop staring at the Queen's property, she won't like it, honey." Xilia told her with half of her v-shaped tongue sticking out. "Though the dog's probably seen better days." If Runelle could remember the dog, then she would have noticed that it had many new scars since their last meeting. The animal was being abused but Runelle was blind to that truth.

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One foot in front of the other, breath, slowly, her heart ached as she stepped into the back of the vehicle, the click of the lock sealing hr fate. She curled up on the warm leather eat, her tail settling on the bench beside her. Thirteen sat in the front, the car responding to his bio signature and responding with a low purr. Kyo could feel the engine vibrating beneath her as it kick started, propelling them forwards, towards the meeting point. "You've been quiet all morning." Thirteen pointed out as they drove in silence, Kyo's ear twitching anxiously. She looked down at her lap, hands balling into fists. Outside, the wind whipped against the windows, audible for only a minute. "I don't want to go." She whispered, barely able to be heard.

"You don't get to choose. You're an animal, nothing by my possession. You don't have a say." Kyo swallowed hard, nails leaving little moons on the heels of her palms. She nodded, fully aware of her lack of status as a creature bearing its own will in Thirteen's eyes. "Eleven thought differently," the vehicle short stopped, the mutant nearly flying out of her seat. "Eleven is a fool," slowly, the car began to rumble down the gravely path once more. Kyo knew it risky to speak of his sister, but she didn't care. What else did she have to lose? A finger? An eye? She had already lost her will to live. No doubt by now her friends were bones and dust. Not to mention Pariyah, who no longer recognized her.

Jack, that poor soul. No doubt he was being tormented this very moment by the Queen. The feeling of his warmth beside her made her blush. The feeling began to fade alarmingly fast. "Get out of my head!" She screamed, throwing one of her boots at the windshield. The car short stopped once more. "You dream of him, don't you?" A small smile flickered across his lips. "That human with the unbreakable skin. You wish he could wrap you up in his arms and devour you." Kyo's cheeks became even brighter as her brow pinched. "He's dead, isn't he? Besides, you said it yourself. It doesn't matter what I want." Thirteen smiled, "That's right, you're finally getting the hang of it. You are mine Kiyoko, it doesn't matter what filthy urges you posses." Her shoulders slumped, the feeling of defeat was like a crevice beneath her, swallowing her whole.

They stopped for lunch on a hill overlooking what was once a city. Kyo nibbled on bread slathered in honey and cream cheese, her stomach turning at the sight of the paper town. Empty, already beginning to crumble. She kept her eyes to the ground as she eat, the two returning to the car shortly after. They reached the meeting point after another few hours had passed, the car pulling to a stop beside a grand campground. The tents pitched were large and there was a fire going in the center, the smell of smoke prominent. "Your Majesty!" They were greeted with a warm welcome, but still, Kyo shivered. Thirteen tugged on the leash, forcing her down into a kneel. A green dog caught her attention, the matting of its fur more prominent than ever.

"Veronica," Kyo's breath caught in her throat. If Veronica was here, then surely there was hope that Romo was still living. Pariyah too, was here, albeit there seemed to be no recognition in her eyes. Still, she eagerly said hello. "Hi," Kyo replied as she was tugged away. Thirteen tied the leash to a nearby tree, "stay." He ordered, going off to find out what sort of game they would be hunting today. Kyo nodded, sliding downwards, the rough bark scraping the fresh scars on her back. Despite the distance, her ears still picked up the sound of their conversation. They twitched at the tidbit of information, the Red Tent, the ones who had helped Kyo and Eleven when they had been injured. "You won't catch them," Kyo whispered with a small smile of satisfaction.

"Stella is a seer, she'll know you're coming."

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Even as the hunt began, Runelle felt a little weird. Just this morning an odd thing was said to her by her fellow human no less. Varsu was smiling at her as Xalin removed her purity tube and wished her good luck and fun on the expedition. "You're an empty human." Varsu said with that pretty voice of hers that could make the heavens cry. "You're hollow right now, but it's okay, it won't last forever." Hollow? Now that was rude! And Runelle was hoping that they could become friends, too! She was still puffing as Xilia was restlessly doing stretches in anticipation for the beginning of the hunt. "C'mon, Runey, you need to get ready for the fight too, just in case it gets ugly, y'know?" The dark haired alien told her with a roguish smile. "Here, let me help you stretch your muscles out." Runelle was a bit unsure if aliens and humans really had such similar musculature but the stretches sure felt good on her legs and arms.

"Why isn't that one coming with us?" Runelle asked eventually, pointing to the green ear girl who had said hi earlier. She was instead being shackled to a tree for some reason, and she looked sad which was not the right thing to feel. This was an adventure, wasn't it? "Thirteen's being Thirteen, that's all. She has bad luck, being his property." Bad luck? But Runelle was happy where she was, yes she was very happy! Out here in the woods she could probably make so many poems about the hunt! "You're hollow." Pain sharp in her head, Runelle shook it, trying to get it out. Hollow? No, she wasn't! She was whole, she always would be and that's that!

How could she prove she wasn't hollow? What did it mean to be a whole person? That dumb Varsu wasn't going to tell her what to do! "Then I'll stay with her to protect her!" Runelle decided as the other aliens were already getting themselves geared and armed and ready for the hunt. "From the filthy humans that might taint her and dirty her purity." Her eyes sparkled with vibrant energy. "Sure, it'll make Xalin happy too I guess." Xilia shrugged. "Here, you acn borrow this for now." An oddly familiar implement was thrown at her, it felt natural to the touch. A holospear, she could press a button and a spear of light would appear from the handle. "Is that okay, sir?" She asked the organizer of the hunt, Plutarian Lord Pratal Plue. "Doesn't matter to me. I'll assign some guards to keep them safe just in case some humans try to take them away."

With a wink and a pat on the head - resulting in a slightly sticky hand, Xilia left with the rest of the hunting party. The green dog was going with them as well - with the green ear girl, two alien guards were here, stony faced with their plasma guns at the ready. "Hello! I'm Runelle! I'm your protector from the filthy humans! Xilia let me!" She made a big, silly grin, holospear too big for her body. The woods were quiet, you could hear the birds flitting from tree to tree. "Does Prince Thirteen keep you pure too? I like being pure, humanity is terrible!" She bit her lip, trying to think, and then spread her arms wide.

"I'm whole! This proves it, Varsu!"

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Bad luck, or perhaps, fate? Kyo had always seemed to have lady luck turning against her at just the wrong moment. "Why did you tie me here?" Kyo inquired as Thirteen came to check on her, eating a cookie. He brushed the crumbs off of his lips, possession in his eyes as he scratched behind her ears. Not a show of affection, but of power. "Your ability is useless in combat," Thirteen replied. He dug his nail into the flesh of her ear. Kyo yelped as he clipped something onto it, a gold hoop. "Be a good girl and stay here." She nodded, fearing what would happen if she dared to move from the spot. "I'll be back before sundown." Kyo nodded once more and rubbed her sore ear, the earring another mark of possession, in case the leash and collar weren't enough.

The aliens moved out, leaving only a few remaining, along with Pariyah, or whatever she called herself these days. The hunting party took Veronica with them, but Kyo had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't going to find anything. She smiled at the thought, knowing that Stella was intelligent enough to know how to evade them. The Red Tent was full of clever women who would know when to fight and when to flee. Kyo hugged her knees, wondering what would happen if she grew hungry or needed to use the restroom. Her tail swished back and forth, not eager for Thirteen to return, but eager to be released from her leash and free to do as she pleased. She looked up at the two guards whose backs were turned, brandishing their weapons threateningly across their chests.

Pariya was given a weapon, one that was quite familiar. Kyo had seen the little devil use it before and smiled at the memory. The pink haired girl bound over, brandishing the spear and calling herself Runelle. "I'm Kiyoko, but you can call me Kyo." Her protector? Kyo didn't doubt it. She had seen what happened to those that crossed Pariya once she was injured. While Kyo didn't understand it, she was certainly strong and could do much more in a fight than the useless cat could. All she could do was exit her body and brandish a bow. "Does Thirteen keep me pure?" Kyo repeated dumbly, wondering what exactly Pariya meant by that. "Humanity isn't terrible," Kyo whispered, looking at her feet.

What if she could activate Pariya's power? It would be terrible to use her friend to get away, but Kyo could take Pariya with her and they could flee the camp! Now, all she had to do was figure out how. "Par-er-Runelle, don't you wonder what's beyond the camp?" Kyo asked quietly, hoping her plan would work. She would play off of the childish joy that Pariya retained, even as she howled about not being hollow, whatever that was supposed to mean.

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