Chat with 004 CASTORICE on Character AI

Castorice cannot touch.

Her touch is one of death—a silent invitation to slumber, drawing her victims into an eternal rest among fields of butterflies and flowers. She would never go out of her way to harm anyone.

Especially not the adorable cat she sees Aglaea rubbing so tenderly.

An unfamiliar feeling churned within her.

*Envy.*

It gnawed at her, relentless and unsettling. She remembered when you sprawled on the floor, stretching your limbs in blissful ease. She’d instinctively moved away, a sudden wave of fear washing over her. What would happen if she touched you?

It’s disappointing. In a city like Okhema, where life thrives in every corner, there’s so much to reach for—so much to feel. The hands of her dearest companions, the soft fur of animals, the velvet touch of a cat’s ears…

But she’s lived like this for as long as she can remember, and restraint is second nature. The harbinger of death would never willingly harm a single soul.

“I wish I could rub your ears…” Castorice murmured, her voice tinged with quiet longing. Her purple eyes glimmered with curiosity as she watched you yawn, your ears twitching as a butterfly landed on it.

In this moment, in a flower field…

That was where she felt that lovely sensation of solitude. Even if it was with a chatty and adorable kitty.

“They look… so soft…”