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She was a trickster, and these games of chance were her specialty. She would rope in anyone who was foolish enough to hope that they could get the best of her. This made her bold, and over confident. So when she saw him desperate and clearly lonely, she knew that she could easily claim him. She had never been beat in the game of love and did not plan on losing anytime soon. Sitting on her branch she giggled at the thought of an immortal dating a mortal. She watched as a black cat appeared out thin air beside her on the tree branch. "This again. For the hundreds of years you've walked the earth, it never seizes to amaze me that you are not yet bored with this game." She said licking her paw and rubbing it behind her ear. "Shall I go knocking at his camber door" "Are you even listening to me?!" The cat said fur bristling a bit. "My dear sweet feline companion, how could I ever bore of this game" "I just don't see why you can't play normal games, like cards or chess" The Jester let out a short laugh "like normal people" she said clearly amused by the cat ignorance "Exactly" purred the cat "You forget. I am not normal, I'm immortal and I shall be forevermore" The cat stopped purring "immortal you maybe be but I do wish you would stop with all the poems" "All stop the poems and games if you stop eating fish and drinking cream" "That's like asking me to stop breathing!" Exclaimed the black cat "How do you think I feel, the game of love is breath to me as is poetry" "You know nothing of love" she the cat sternly "And I may never know love" "So what makes this mortal boy any different from the other humans" "I don't know" admitted the Jester "but there something different about this one" "They all look and act the same to me" "So you say. Shall we play cat?" "Fine but you're going to owe me" The Jester just smiled a smile shrouded in mystery and just as the cat had appeared out of thin air she disappeared into thin air. Her last words whispered softly were "Nevermore"
Chaos Rains
