[log] Event: Howl [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

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Andromeda

[absentconstellation]

The Cat moves as naturally through this strange space as though he were born in it. In fact, that's partly true - the world of stars is a very strange one by mortal reckoning.

He misses it, and he isn't sure why. He misses the mortal realms, too, and all of the thousands of lives he has loved. He senses that this sadness isn't truly his sadness, but he has more than enough of his own stowed away. It hardly makes any difference.

He seeks out the Prophets with singleminded determination. The monsters are a concern, but only a passing one for now. He is too quick for them, he imagines. He is too quick for most things.

(ignore this)

[swatsflies]

[ This is not my cat ]