Curiosity will get you killed by a cat

Posted on Sun Jan 19th, 2020 @ 11:10pm by Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib]

Mission: Casperia Prime - A lesson in relaxation
Location: Casperia Prime
Timeline: MD4
854 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure

The sudden realisation that there had been a wide spread abduction of crew and civilians on the surface of Casperia, would have been a cause for concern for many. However, M'Tuuri was almost struggling to hide how ecstatic she was.

The anticipation of indulging herself in a very peculiar hobby seemed to make her heart flutter as she walked slowly through a popular night time food market, finding herself engorged on her primal feline senses, the sounds and smells of open grills and firepits, the sizzling fat of meat causing her pupils to grow large and dark with a bestial hunger she had hidden so well for many years.

However, M'Tuuri was after something far more exotic and far more unique... something no vendor could possibly, nor dare to have on sale.

Though Ironically she was surrounded by it, the twistedly humorous notion putting a small smile on her face as she idly flirting with those amongst the crowd, her lowcut top and shorts exposing most of her beautiful fur covered figure and attracting more than a few curious eyes.

She enjoyed the stares, however, just as much as she enjoyed staring back, she was after all a predator walking freely amongst ignorant prey, too oblivious to notice the look in her hungry gaze as she eyed up all the meat on display, wondering just how they might taste.

It had been too long she thought, having to swallow the saliva building up inside her maw. "So many choices..." She purred to herself, admiring a talented chef go about searing a slab of meat, the fat and oils bursting into violent tendrils of flame that provoke a slight laugh and cheer from onlookers.

Then on the other side of the cooking tent, she saw something far beyond what she had hoped for.

"No, only one choice..." She whispered to herself as her eyes fixated on a young male Romulan, his attire and hair dishevelled and unorganised, a far cry from his noble ancestry.

It mattered not what he was wearing however, for M'Tuuri was far more interested in what was underneath, it was something she had longed for since her time amongst the collapsing star empire.

Three years of operating independently, alone and without Starfleet assistance, knowing full well had she been captured by either side of the civil war, she would have simply vanished.

It was this basic need to survive that awoke something within her psyche, a repressed evolutionary throwback or something altogether more sinister perhaps, she could not tell... but reasons of why or how mattered very little, not now that she had something so delicious within reach.

"One shish purrlease..." M'Tuuri purred, still eyeing up the Romulan across from the large tent, a slight twitch in her eye every time a chef walked into her view.

"What kind?" An old Casperian gentleman replied, idly preparing popular meats before reaching for a metal skewer inside a small tub of warm water.

"Sssurprise me..." M'Tuuri replied, still fixated on the Romulan as he too started to order food.

"Alright, one shish surprise for the beautiful feline.” The Casperian chef nodded, his cheery voice wasted on M'Tuuri's ears, unaware she was uninterested in the fine meat he and his team had dutifully prepared for the evening.

It would not go to waste however, every tender cube of meat being pushed gently onto the sharp metal rod, would serve its purpose helping her blend in with the crowd.

“One shish surprise.” The chef remarked, handing M’Tuuri her food, the selections of pink and brown meats wedged between various roasted vegetables still sizzling.

“Thank you,” She purred, forcing out a smile and attempting to appear somewhat excited about what she was now holding. “Have a good evening.” She nodded before gently slipping back into the crowd, watching the Romulan intently as he gathered his belongings and left with his food in a small white bag.

Letting him leave before slowly meandering in the same direction M’Tuuri made sure to keep herself a fair distance away, slowly chewing on the kebab, the meat feeling bland and textureless on her delicate pink tongue.

Many long minutes passed as she followed her prey away from the market, through damp cobbled streets and away from prying eyes.

“What a day...” The Romulan sighed as he stopped outside a door, tired and unaware of the feline stalking him as he fumbled inside his pockets for a keycard. “Might actually get that job tomorrow...” He added as the door opened and he took a step inside.

Silent as a ghost M’Tuuri slid the cold meat and vegetables off the skewer and stepped up behind him, closing the door behind them both as he fell to the floor of his home unable to scream.

She watched him writhe on the floor like a fish for a moment, trailing her tongue over the metal skewer and the viscous green blood that coated its metal surface.

“I wonder what the rest of you will taste like...” She purred innocently as she stared into the last moments of his horrified eyes.

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