A lone, hunched figure sat on a hill, protecting itself as much as it could from the elements. A quick glimpse of its face showed a young man with short black hair, an angry expression, and glowing yellow eyes where a human’s whites would be.
And his iris— a bright, blood red.
He had been exiled because he was different. Exiled by the blood castes, exiled by the Underworld, exiled by even his own self. The only one who could love him— who had ever loved him— was his jade-blooded guardian, and she had long since been taken from him.
Now he was alone, waiting to die. There wasn’t quite anything else he could do.
A small, female figure began to climb up the hill towards him. He didn’t notice her. She stopped in front of him, curiously eyeing his slouched, desolate figure with her green eyes. They roamed over his body posture and ragged clothes, and stopped in surprise at the sight of a symbol branded into the side of his neck, rather than an Heirloom.
He twitched a bit in surprise, and then slowly looked up, meeting her eyes. She didn’t flinch at the sight of his eyes; rather, she actually seemed to lean closer, as if fascinated with the alien hue. At the sight of the color, she knows who he is. She knows he is an outcast, and yet, she does not care.
“What do you want?” he replied defensively, leaning backwards, a wary, questioning tone to his dark, gravelly voice.
“I’m Nepeta,” she purred, a catlike lilt to her voice.
“…Karkat,” he grumbled, annoyed.
Nepeta giggled at his sullenness. “What are you doing here?”
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I would be lion if I said I didn’t need anything. So I’ll just say that I’d like some furiendship. It’s kinda lonely where I am. So, Karkitty, what are you doing here?”
“Don’t call me Karkitty.”
“Fine, Karkat. What are you doing here?”
He paused for a moment, looking away. “Hating myself.”
“That’s…” Nepeta trailed off and frowned, tilting her head. “That’s not quite right.” Then her face brightened. “Well, do you want to come and live with me? My best friend Equius… well, he’s really caught up in all the higher blood stuff…” For a moment, she looked as if she was about to leave, as if in search of the friend that had left her. Karkat hesitantly stretched out his hand in unseen comfort, unsure of the gesture.
Nepeta sighed, startling Karkat’s arm back into the cloak. “Well?” she asked, looking at Karkat with an amazingly bright smile. He was a little surprised to see how cheerful she seemed to be, while his own life was in such despair.
“…Sure,” he muttered, standing, revealing hismself as quite average sized, though gangly. Nepeta patted his shoulder, ignoring it when he flinched from the physical contact.
Together, they began walking towards the future of Eden.