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Calais lay in the soft graze, singing softly with her eyes turned upwards as if she could actually see the stars above. She couldn't, of course, and had no way of really knowing what they looked like. Oh, she could imagine. She'd met a few Noodles who tried to help her understand things, like colors and lights and such. She learned that she could at least tell the difference between light and dark, day and night. She learned that dark, or black, was warm to the touch and light, or white was cool.

She also learned that the world was full of grey, and she didn't need to see to know that.

There were good Noodles, there were bad Noodles, and there were a lot of neutral Noodles. Cal considered herself neutral, in more ways than one. This was one of the reasons she was chilling in a graveyard after dark. It was a quiet place, a safe place, away from others and the chaos and the noise. Here, she could relax and just feel the air around her. She could feel the breeze, the grass ruffling against her back. She could feel the presence lingering of those who had parted this world...

It was a secret she never shared. Calais was an empath. Her mother told her as she grew up to never reveal this to anyone. They'd use her, or beat her for lying and making things up. So she kept it to herself, and the spirits of the cemetery. While she couldn't talk with them, she could feel them in her gut. It was much in the same way she could feel the emotions of those around her. This kept her out of trouble a lot, as she'd feel a fight before it happened, feel the tense airs coming off those involved, and be only within earshot when it went down. She could feel love around her, brewing between two Noodles, or the glee of kits as they played. She could feel so many things from those around her... but there were many things she didn't believe she'd ever feel herself.

With a sigh, Cal started humming to herself, letting her white eyes slide shut and relaxing further into the grass.

She felt the spirits change, something stirred them in a way Calais didn't like. Then, without any more warning, a voice rolled out across her quiet night. In an instant the vixen's heart seized, her breath stuck in her throat and eyes snapped wide open. For all intents and purposes, someone had snuck up on her. How did she not feel him? Did she relax too much? Was she losing her ability? This alone was enough to frighten the girl, then the strange heat on her legs just doubled it all.

For what seemed like eternity, Calais lay still, not moving, not breathing, until finally, slowly, she drew a breath and smiled. Closing her eyes and ignoring the burning sensation, she concentrated on this Noodle.

Male. Older. Evil. Not the typical demon.

He concealed himself well. This realization helped her relax. Not feeling him was not by fault or slip of her own, but the skill of this new comer. She'd have to learn how he did that...

He was waiting for an answer.

"I wish for many things, Sir... but, don't we all?" She kept her tone soft, and willed herself to be calm. This one was dangerous... and Cal had a bad habit of being drawn to danger. In a way, the risk excited her. In another way, she fully believed all evil had a light of good, and she sought that out wherever she thought she could find it. It was a weakness that got her in trouble a lot of times, especially since she could get cocky about it.

Calais breathed evenly as the male neared and spoke again. She tried to keep her face expressionless, but a frown twitched at her brow when he spoke of granting wishes. What? Was that possible?

She continued to keep her eyes closed, her body still, as heat encircled her more and his presence drew up on her. She could cut through his air -albeit with difficulty- and sense his physical body. Her breathing became more tight, though, the closer he got and the stronger he exerted pressure. She could also feel him taking in her own presence, her own air, her own essence. Not cool. She was used to feeling others around her, the raves helped her with this. She could feel the physical of those against her fur, and the air of those further away. She'd had practice with cutting through the bull and getting to the point. He'd had practice with making Noodles squirm in his presence.

Cal smirked at his question, trying harder to keep calm and appear at ease, to keep her air slow and free, not tight and jittery like she felt inside. No way was Cal going to give him the same satisfaction that she was sure others did. She could hide herself, too... But quite obviously, not nearly as well.

At the physical touch of his paw, her teeth snapped out and she sprang up and back, landing lightly in a half crouched position and glaring in the direction of his presence. His touch, however light, felt more than just her fur. Really not cool. "How about a little personal space?" She nearly growled, keeping a cute and somewhat innocent tone to her voice. Males liked cute. They didn't like being threatened. It didn't take the vixen half a second to know he'd pried into her mind, her thoughts. Nor did it take her that long to know he could spill her blood all over the grass beneath her paws if he saw fit, and she might not see it coming. This was not good, really really not good. He wasn't a normal Noodle. This was bad. Really, really bad.

The girl stayed still, until the sound of her name sent a shiver down her back. Straightening, she almost asked... but she knew. That brush of his pads on her fur was all it took, and he had information she could only ask of him. Cal couldn't help the inner curses at herself. All this time, she'd been complacent with her abilities, never thinking to strengthen them to their fullest. This male, on the other hand, had more than just one-up on her. She'd have to tread very carefully.

But... could he really grant her a wish? He had abilities like her, sure, but he wasn't like her. She could feel that, he wasn't normal even by her standards. He was... demonic? He felt like it. That was the best word Cal could think of, and with the games he was playing she was lucky she could think of that.

A wish... sight... To the females great horror a whimper escaped her lips as images filled her mind. The grass was the worst, because suddenly, briefly, she could see what she felt under her paws. The sky was next, because she could see what she'd been staring at for years. Images of things she heard or felt or scented flashed through her mind and nearly knocked her off her paws. He could give her this... She could see... Tears of desire threatened her, but she squeezed them back. No. He'd seen too much weakness already.

She had to clear her mind for a second. She had to stall him, or try. She had to give herself a moment to get a grip because she knew, no man who felt like this would give her something so great without an even bigger price.

"Are you sure that sight is what I really want? More than... than anything?"

The kicker was, not even Calais was sure.

She waited. The girl waited and breathed and sensed. She heard him move closer again. Closing her eyes to help concentrate, she felt a small swell of self-pride when she was able to note his exact location. Something different was coming from him... he seemed... urgent? No. Edgy? Definitely no. For a spit second though, Cal picked up something that gave her exactly what she needed to know.

He wanted her to ask. He wanted the price from her wish. In a split second, Cal realized she had more control of this situation than she thought, and when he turned his focus to the dead she was able to think straight.

Would she ask? She was sure his price would be high... would it be worth it? It was selfish, she knew... To see again... She could see him, she could see the rave lights, the tombstones, the city and the country. She could see what she looked like... But, what if it wasn't what she imagined? She'd heard bad things about the sights others could look at, but she refused to believe seeing anything could be bad. What if the lights were bright and painful, and she could no longer enjoy them? What if the city was full of trash and ugly like some had told her, and the country barren and pitiful? What if... what if others strayed from her because she herself was ugly and pitiful, not because she was blind? Did she really want to see that?

What did she really want? The answer slapped her in the face, but she had to know one more thing before she'd decide to ask or not. Two could play the 'touch for information' game, when she had a little time to gather herself.

Darting forward with more boldness than she'd ever shown before, she rubbed her cheek under the male's chin, continuing to brush herself along his chest and whirled away when the last of her tail left his touch. Facing him with her tail curled around her paws, she smiled.

"Aaaanything?"

The vixen's sightless eyes started to twinkle, not from anything supernatural but from glee. She could feel the same emotion from the male, but she knew it wouldn't last long.

There was something that he wanted, too, and Cal knew it.

Nothing more than a small shiver came over the female at the touch of cold against her face, and she laughed. "Stranger, you underestimate me. Do not think that just because I am a woman that you can manipulate me so easily. I'm not just a woman, anyway, and were you half the brute you play to be you'd have picked up on that in less than a heartbeat." Her voice was calm, soft but with a dark undertone she knew he'd catch. Cal could feel pride welling up inside her. She knew how to beat him at his own game, and get what she wanted still.

Love. It was such a strange thing... Something that Calais had not felt from anyone who wasn't family. Sometimes she feared it was her blindness that caused others to avoid her. Sometimes she feared it was her pelt, her image, that she was ugly and were she to see it she'd think so herself. Either way, no one stuck around long enough for her to trust them or relax, and no one ever really knew the real Cal under it all. Now, the summer time was never really bad, she could sit in a park and listen to happy children playing, or wander the streets at night and feel the love of others on dates or such. The winter months, however, were full of cold and lonely nights, and slinking around houses with warm fireplaces and laugher inside just made her feel that much worse. Now that Calais had the chance, she wasn't going to spend another winter like that.

Almost purring, she gave the male what he'd been waiting for.

"My wish, dear sir, is for your love, that will not die until I choose to release you."

Failing to see what was going on in front of her or the reaction of the male, Calais nearly panicked when he spat his rage. For a few moments, her heart beat roughly and her breath faltered, feeling and hearing his rage and the stone crack around her, cringing as she felt the heat from his fire around them. She felt the fear of the dead, the ones who had nothing to do with this but were suffering anyway. She also felt something that made her breathe a bit easier right before his own breath crossed her face.

"Whats the matter, love?" Calais cooed, her tail calmly drifting side to side behind her now standing figure. "Isn't this what you want, too? Though, as evil as you are I guess this isn't exactly right..." She giggled, moving closer to him with a smile. "I'm guessing... you've become you're own price? Aren't I soooo clever!~" Ok, yeah, Cal was totally over-doing it. This really wasn't like her at all, but this male had it coming. She may be shy around most, bubbly around those she actually knew, but she wasn't too kind when dealing with those who wished to use her for their gain. His threat, of course, just re-enforced her feelings.

Now, there was a few things she needed to know if this one was to be her love for a while. His looks, for one. Of course, she'd never really be able to know, but she had heard the rustling of fabric and felt the tickle of longer hair when he had been nose-to-nose with her. Reaching out with a soft paw, she moved to brush over his features, his long hair, his loose hoodie, the stud that adorned his catty ears. "What do I look like?" Calais asked softly, hoping the wish would cause him to glamorize any ugly features about her.

She had expected him to tell her something awful, expected him to tell her something beautiful, expected the truth, expected a lie. What she didn't expect was him to actually show her.

Her breath caught at his paw, almost causing her to jump away like she had the first time he touched her. Instead, she held herself in place and waited... and gasped.

"I... Oh..." She could tell her fur was black, it was one of the only colors she could know because 'black' felt warm, drawing in heat from the sun. What she couldn't tell were the other colors, the mask that engulfed her face, the streak along her eyelid, the markings that followed her ribs and trickled down her tail. Before he take the sight away again, she looked up at him and nearly gasped again. His hair color was striking, and he had markings like hers on his hoodie. She was right about his catty ears... but Cal would never have guessed the tail! What an odd tail, not at all fluffy like hers... But it was his face that held her most interested, the markings, the contrast of black and what she guessed was white... The girl did her best to take everything: him, the sky, the spirits, the stones... Of course, the sudden assault of vision made her brain spaz out and she could feel a throbbing against her temples. Just as she feared, sight was giving her a major headache... Almost gritting her teeth against it, she continued to see all that she could, though her eyes kept darting back to her own reflection.

Her eyes... "What color are my eyes?" Cal breathed, not realizing he'd taken her blindness and could not tell her, nor knowing that the color could not be seen when the blindness was hers for the condition took the color away. She lifted a black paw to her face, smiling. She certainly thought she looked pretty. Did others? Did he? It no longer mattered. She thought she was pretty, and that's all that mattered.