peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; kult

[Kirke]

peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one

She’s so close - she can feel it!

She’s been tracking the Covelings for months now, trying to find any sign of where Potion had taken her triplets. She hasn’t found and trace of Potion or even Kirin, but now, finally, she thinks she’s found someone else. 

The trail she’s been following is distinctly male, and though it’s been many years since she last saw him, smells strongly of her uncle Kult. Kult had never been involved in the greater planning for the Cove - he’d been the following type, the sort to carry out Kirin’s orders. Especially his nastier ones. He might not know what Kirin and Potion have planned for the children, but he’d likely have a good idea of where they’re hiding. 

She follows him into the meadow - right where the forest thins and gives way to open plain. She can’t see him yet, but the scent is strong, strong enough that she knows he must be close by.

“KULT!” She’s not worried about calling him out. There’s no reason for him to run. She’s just Kirke, his weak little niece who never inherited the Cove’s streak of cruelty. The one horse she ever killed she had to be urged into it … and she never killed or even harmed anyone again. He might even approach out of simple curiosity - he can’t imagine what the kidnapping of her triplets has done to her. 

She is broken, raw. And she will not hold back.

kirke

@[Call]