((Not going to lie, this is a bit of a holiday KS-harvesting thread. However it is also serving in helping me develop Cat and Deadpool--so the posts are not going to be nonsense (though there will be a great deal of nonsense talk going on). To those who decide to read--hope you enjoy!))
Ah, the city of medical wards and hospitals. The city of higher learning and compassion, of healing and dying alike. A cold smile crossed the voidbringers scaled muzzle. Four dark red eyes scanned the night-lit area carefully from atop the highest point, looking at the twinkling lights of hospital rooms below her in the thousands as they flickered off for sleep. Some, she knew, would flicker off for good. And then, like all things, something else would come and fill the void the deceased left. Life had a funny way of leaving nothing empty forever. Hearts, homes, hospital beds--anything.
The fate-seeker was, however, not here to bring about anyones demise. She had heard of the appearances of another apparition not unlike herself in their life's work--though this one seemed far more sinister with it's ethereal and world-walking abilities. Anything that could traverse the waking and sleeping worlds in one piece was a little something like a monster--even to a creature such as herself. With a low, almost purring rumble she settled herself onto the pristine white rooftop which she stood out sorely against with her blood red and black scales.
Wings tucked over her back and flames of silver illuminating her, Deadpool sat and waited. She knew the psyche of this new creature; beings like these were chosen by fate for a reason. She did not yet know this beings reason, but she was well aware that he was moving through the dead of night somewhere in this city. perhaps feeding on dreams, perhaps turning a few into nightmares. That was not for her to know nor any of her outright concern. It had been too long since she had met with another so steeped into self-absorbed madness; she was due a little 'meet and greet' with the new nutcase on the block. She knew that it would not be able to resist another presence such as hers. Fate would see to that.
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