[h3][b][color=bc8dbf]Moira[/color][/b][/h3]
[@IceSolstice][@Ryik]

Hearing a hissing sound, Moira turned and saw an unremarkable brown haired boy holding a cat -- one currently hissing at her. She was pretty sure his name was Riss, if she recalled correctly. Cute kitty. 

"Sorry, don't mind me." The boy glanced down at the cat. "I let him go wherever he likes during the day, and he seems to like you." He steps back a bit and sets the cat down, only to have it immediately leap at her. [i]Sounds like he likes the kitty quite a bit.[/i]

Moira caught the kitten with both hands, holding it up in front of her. It purrs at her cutely, its legs dangling helplessly in the air. “She’s adorable.” Moira smiles, tilting her head at the small feline. “Here, you can have her back.” She feels a rush of anticipation as she reaches for her magic, then a burst of pleasure exploding within at the expectation of what this would elicit.

Moira raises the cat up to Riss, and its lower torso falls to the ground with a wet squelch. While her hands were wrapped around the cat’s body, Moira had used the small shadow cast by her hands to cut the kitten cleanly in two. She shuffles a bit to the side as the pool of blood nears her shoes. Impassive, Moira glances down at the kitten half before looking back up at Riss with a renewed smile. [i]Is he going to cry? Fight me? I wonder how long he'll stare in shock.[/i]