It was only a moment before what
had been a pink haired, cat eared and tailed woman appeared from nothingness, reaching out hurriedly to grab Z's hand and listen to his demand. Though, when she did reach out in her haste, her claws scratched his flesh, and Z ripped his hand away instinctively from feeling pain.
When he drew his hand away, though, he noticed it. His
blood. As it bubbled up from the small, accidental wound on his hand, it was... red.
[Color Harvested]