Maikoh thought she must have always liked space.

When she saw the humans in their little box homes stacked one on top of the other or with their yards spanning all of six square feet, she couldn't help but think what a sad and pathetic existence that must be. To live in a box, typically crammed with more than one human. Even the young agents who lived in Negaspace had teeny, tiny rooms built for sleeping and little else. For all the time she had existed like this, being human had never struck her as particularly... entertaining, and a lot of that owed to how many humans there were and how little space they had to share.

It was restrictive. Confining. She was doing them a service when she culled their numbers.

Her home in the rift had all the space she needed to run, to nest, to hoard. She couldn't imagine having less, though rationally she knew she must have, at one point. For she had, nearly a decade ago, once been human. But like this she could do nearly anything she wanted on her own time. Maikoh could wake when she wanted, hunt when she wanted, patrol, explore, and play all when she wanted. There was the occasional order that needed to be carried out, and given her age, intelligence, and experience, Maikoh wasn't the least utilized youma available, but there were also so many youma that there was no need for her to be relied on too frequently.

She liked living like this.

Maikoh rose with a noisy yawn. She bent forward, digging her long nails into the hard stone ground of the rift as she arched her back, stretching from the tips of her digits out to the end of her tail before giving a vigorous shake to settle any wayward clumps of fur, mussed from sleeping. She righted herself, flicked her long braids over her shoulders, and plod from the cavernous area of her den, out and around to the sheltered area where her vast specimen collection was housed.

She took it in every time she woke, and made plans for what she may like to add or replace or change today. Her insect section always had room to grow. There were so many, and she doubted she'd ever find all that Destiny City harbored. During her last starseed hunt, she'd also spotted a particularly lovely housecat, with long, silver fur and mottled in pretty gray spots. She would like to have something like that, maybe, though she didn't usually go out of her way to collect the various 'pet' specimens. There were a few too many types of basic dogs and cats for her to be interested in obtaining them all. Nowhere near as intriguing as bugs.

Taking a quick note of anything that was growing raggedy with age that she may need to replace soon, she stepped out to the dark, thunderous area of the rift, littered in towering stone beams, glossy purple crystals, and crackling energy. She lifted her bony maw up and took a deep inhale.

Smelled like home to her.