When Twin Flames Unite

A Mysterious and Handsome ML

At dusk, the forest lays in wait for the night games to begin. Tangled up with the shadows of the branches, a predatory mist curls in billowing waves. Inside it a bloodthirsty need drives it, pushing it to satisfy its craving.

Following it was a shimmering ball of light. From it, Shen comes to fruition. The sharpness of his body and the precision of his intellect is the only defense he needs.

The mist disperses to hide. Shen did not know if he was attracted to its need for vengeance, its penchant for causing others suffering, or if it was even real in the first place. All he knew was that when he resurrected this lifetime, he had the insatiable desire to capture it.

On the peripherals, a proud feline is on the prowl. With each step, the ground twists and shakes. Large footprints record its impact. The moonlight reflects off its protruding fangs and is the only distinction from the night. Its tail whips ready to strike.

While it stops to lick itself, the mist seizes the opportunity and descends. Its eyes go black and glazed over. Froth forms on its mouth. A heinous whine fills the forest.

Shen turns in time to avoid a mark on his face.

The only being with more lives than me.

"You're coming for my beauty? Naughty cat." He laughed.

A rhythm forms between his slick advances and the cat's aggressive pounces. When he detected a break in its routine he jumped and landed a blow against its jaw. He reached up, grabbed its scruff, and pinned it to the ground. But Shen had not been the charitable type in his past, so his karma would not let him off easily. A trap set by the villagers caught his foot and turned him upside down.

The cat became hypnotized by the swinging. It raised its but, in the air, and gave a wiggle before pouncing. Razor-sharp claws aimed right at his jugular. Though he was weaponless, his intuition was the only defense he needed.

He let out a cheerful and affectionate voice.

"You're so cute!"

Luckily for him, even possessed cats adore praise and attention. It was enough to give him a chance for attack.

Life withdrew from everything around him. Any warmth in the area collected between his palms. The grass turned crunchy and dry, the bark on the trees shriveled, and the leaves disintegrated to dust. A piercing light struck the cat and expounded the mist. It flew over into the town on the border.

The spirit of the grass was a stagnant final breath. It weighed heavily on Shen's heart. Out of his pocket, he pulled a small vial filled with liquor. He poured it on the ground, splashed some against the tree, and drank the rest. The libation was enough for new life, and it turned into effervescent pixies. They formed an affectionate swarm around him and rested on his shoulders.

The cat had shrunk to the size of a kitten. It swatted at him with playful paws. He gave it an affectionate rub. It flopped to the ground and exposed its belly.

Just a baby.

***

The hungry and weak mist crept its tentacles across the damp grass towards the tavern. By this time of night, the patrons inside were oblivious to anything other than the mead inside their cups. An unsuspecting wind lends its favor and encouraged it to rise. The cracked window welcomed it inside. Stationed on the edge of the room it continued its deceitful prowl. In the eyes of the intoxicated, it was absorbed by the dim lighting. Unaware of anything other than the sudden foul odor.

Drunk sputtering turned into hacks. Needing reprieve, the patrons opened the windows further. When the mist was satisfied with the amount of space it was offered it shifted to a neutral scent. Now that relief had been bestowed, the patrons returned to their relaxed and easy-going manner. At this time, the liquor that flowed freely caused them to loosen their constraints. Resting on their shared emotion, the mist took the opportunity to feed on the bond between two men who were caught in a friendly debate.