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When: Nightfall
Where: Estolhol Wood, Pyris (East Coast near Arx)
Who: Cheshire and anyone else who thinks kittens are cute... Or not. All is good.
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To most who entered the woods at such a late hour, there was a faint yet chilling whine that could be heard drifting between the trees just over the mossy floor. The sky was brightly lit by the moon and it's stars but beneath the cover of the treetops, it was dark and hard to see anything more then fifteen feet ahead. "Stay inside," one grandfather warned his children, "The goddess is weeping in her sleep..."
Deep in those woods was not the sleeping goddess Demairgaea but a lonely and rather terrified cat. The whine and cry of the cat carried through the forest, creating unease among it's inhabitants as such a sound was one that had never been heard there before. The sweet smell of the naturally lush grounds mixed with the uncomforting metallic scent. "W-why...."
There was another devastating howl that escaped out over the woods as the cat removed an arrow from his arm. It faded as weep crept over moments after. The cat was crying all the more as he tended to the wounds he had obtained from approaching humans. Humans were so cruel, "So cruel to Cheshire..." he moped, tears stinging his eye, a sensation he had never felt before.
Those who dared to approach the weeps and moans of agony, would find a black clad character, at first glance, it appeared almost human but upon closer inspection and with the moonlight breaching the branches just enough there was the uncanny resemblance of a cat. Inhumanly curved lips, a swishing tail, ears hidden amongst wild hair and the most defining feature, large feline hands. He continued to lap at the wound, his red eye dripping with tears as he sat on the floor of the woods...
"A-Alice..... Alice...."
The haunting sounds continued.
Where: Estolhol Wood, Pyris (East Coast near Arx)
Who: Cheshire and anyone else who thinks kittens are cute... Or not. All is good.
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To most who entered the woods at such a late hour, there was a faint yet chilling whine that could be heard drifting between the trees just over the mossy floor. The sky was brightly lit by the moon and it's stars but beneath the cover of the treetops, it was dark and hard to see anything more then fifteen feet ahead. "Stay inside," one grandfather warned his children, "The goddess is weeping in her sleep..."
Deep in those woods was not the sleeping goddess Demairgaea but a lonely and rather terrified cat. The whine and cry of the cat carried through the forest, creating unease among it's inhabitants as such a sound was one that had never been heard there before. The sweet smell of the naturally lush grounds mixed with the uncomforting metallic scent. "W-why...."
There was another devastating howl that escaped out over the woods as the cat removed an arrow from his arm. It faded as weep crept over moments after. The cat was crying all the more as he tended to the wounds he had obtained from approaching humans. Humans were so cruel, "So cruel to Cheshire..." he moped, tears stinging his eye, a sensation he had never felt before.
Those who dared to approach the weeps and moans of agony, would find a black clad character, at first glance, it appeared almost human but upon closer inspection and with the moonlight breaching the branches just enough there was the uncanny resemblance of a cat. Inhumanly curved lips, a swishing tail, ears hidden amongst wild hair and the most defining feature, large feline hands. He continued to lap at the wound, his red eye dripping with tears as he sat on the floor of the woods...
"A-Alice..... Alice...."
The haunting sounds continued.