Damian's hand rested lightly on Kitsuul's silver fur, feeling the rippling energy thrumming beneath it, alive and volatile. His fingers sank slightly into the thick, starlit coat as he gazed down.
Kitsuul's massive, radiant head turned back to him, her silver eyes gleaming with an almost childlike joy.
And he realized it, a cold, hollow pit in his chest tightening.
He was raising this innocent, luminous creature into something twisted. Into something that mirrored him.
Into something filled with rage.
Kitsuul tilted her head, sensing his shift. She could feel his emotions through the deep bond they shared, through the pathways opened by the Resonance.
But she only smiled.
"Don't worry, Master," her voice echoed in his mind, lilting and cheerful. "I'm here to help you. I've only had fun since bonding with you!"
Her massive wings flexed once, starlight spilling off them in torrents.
"And besides," she said with a smile full of feral excitement, "we're just getting started."
