Stripes of the Kavat

Waking, startled, she looked for Kuva, her kavat with fascinating red stripes. He was staring at the door, very interested. “You heard it, too?”

Her bare feet on the rug was the only sound as she went to the door. Cracking it open, a violent wind WHOOSHED into the room. Knocked back, she ran to close it quickly. She turned to her kavat, but Kuva was no longer there. Instead, a man resembling the Orokin of old grinned wickedly at her.

“How do you think I got my stripes?” He reached out, and her world went dark.

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