The Witche's Den [Private]

The auction house; a place for Kimiko to come, and look at prospective. But today.. today she heard of a little something that had definitely, if not utterly caught her attention. The auction house had received a black cat; the breed.. ah what had they said? British Longhair was it? Yes, a glance at the note served her memory in the right. However, it was not the most optimal type of cat for a witch, due to their size and length, but Kimiko understood something now that she hadn't at the time. The media wrongfully portrayed witches, as the books and notes and most of all the diaries she found, collected and read were claiming differently. She was inherently fascinated with the occult and the large amount of information she could find.. had served her well.

And as such, to Kimiko such a cat would not be bothersome, but perfect. Although one wondered why she was looking for an Urakata and not an actual bonafide cat; and Kimiko would have simply replied a free source. Of what, she would not answer, but it was easily logical that she could use an Urakata to experiment on, and do whatever she wished on it. That was something easy, but there was also an inherent fascination with Urakata that well, Kimiko would never admit to. Her pride would not let such a thing happen, as the gracious, impressive and powerful witch would not let such a meandering option remain! Isolating herself within the arrogance she held, it was simple, as her steps wandered towards the area of newly acquired pets. Rather, it had been transferred recently, hadn't it?

The profiling, and information area was near by. Guiding her steps towards it, she smiled, as she loved to find all of the information possible. Walking into the office, she easily picked out the file, as someone seemingly protested, but then held their tongue. Indeed, the old money girl was known amongst these parts, mainly as a test to see how high of a quality an Urakata was.. and frustratingly the source of many escaped ones. However, her money was good, so it was not possible to just ban her from owning them. After all, many a worse masters have greeted this floor then the witch woman.

With the information in mind, she walked out again, the sweeping motions of her dress the eye of envy of many of the poorer masters. Owning an Urakata or having the money to buy a few dozens was quite a jealous inclination to many. And flaunting the money in such arrogance, as the Imilahnyn was doing, was perhaps even worse. Arriving the right section, she began to carefully inspect pens and cages, seeking the specimen she heard of. It was almost exciting, like a treasure hunt; and Kimiko's interest would definitely be satisfied, and perhaps a new one would grow or take place. That very thought send shivers of excitement in the noble's body, letting another dangerous smile play around on her lips. The smile that a few have dubbed the 'killer interest' smile.

Arriving at such a cage, the one on her map, she smiled, as she would wait for the creature to notice her presence. For that was the first test.. was it worth of her grace and elegance? That would be a question only Kimiko could answer, once she had the actions of the creature within her memory to analyze.