Risk was unsure in which way karma would eventually decide to serve her revenge. He was not entirely certain how she wished to dole out his punishment, but he did know that he was quickly running out of time, the sand in his timer having slowed to a mere trickle. He'd dodged her reach for moons, but even Risk - the name was a bit on the nose, no? - knew he couldn't avoid his sins, his past, his mistakes, his oversights, forever. Neither the sun nor the moon was visible this night, but the darkened clouds, the onslaught of rain, more than made up for it. In a way, one could say, it was raining cats and dogs out there. So as Risk sat, lounging in the dog shed of the newest bout of upwalkers he'd wooed into feeding him for who knew how long, he could pinpoint the moment he realized what sort of vengeance Karma had settled on. It came in the form of a darkened shape stealing across the yard, a lithe figure, brown fur turned dark and soggy with rain, lime-green eyes... wait. Risk knew that once-beautiful coat now a tangled mess, knew that once proud-filled frame now slumped with defeat, knew those bright eyes, now so dull they shot ice into his heart. Lips parting on an exhale filled with quiet surprise, Risk cared not for the drumming of rain on the grass as he stepped out of the safety of his little house and into the shower. Amber eyes raked over the lithe cat who stared back at him with an equal measure of shock, disbelief, and then righteous fury. “...Sunny?” Risk whispered, and he didn't know what was worse - that his former lover flinched at the familiar moniker, or the disgust and revulsion that crawled across her expression the second he'd invoked her name. Even worse was the sting of betrayal that flashed in her eyes a moment later as they both relived the night he'd made her a promise to never leave her, and then had broken it ten times over. So here it was; Karma had decided to begin her twisted game of torment, and this time there was no chance of Risk outrunning it. - The Soldier Risk
