Cerulean Cape we have always known how to be monsters

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He had noticed her, she saw it in the way that his gaze was trained on the spot, not yet seeing her shadow-obscured form, but alerted to the fact that he hadn’t been alone. Turning to investigate, the man continue to wade about in the waters and Kitsch watched as he rocked with the waves, seemingly one with the pelagic drumming. He came closer — closer — closer still! Then he was out of the waters, shaking to rid himself of the clinging dampness. The pale girl’s heart fluttered wildly, unsure what to do now that he was acting upon his suspicions. But now Kitsch found that her ink-dipped toes wouldn’t work and fleeing was not an option. 

Though the pearl was fearful of him and his brown pelt, [eerily similar to another’s arboreal shades of auburn], her curiosity won out. With quick, kittenish movements she scampered from the base of her tree to one that was closer, obscuring herself amongst the roots in a similar fashion as before. It was a certainty that the brute had seen her, but keeping her presence concealed was no longer the point. Surely, this man could be reasoned with if he indeed meant her harm. She just had to get closer, but her flighty heart had not gotten to the point where it stilled enough for her to do so.