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Old May 1st, 2024, 10:47 PM
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Default Re: The House of Horrors [Semi-Open - Ask]

「〷」 THE HOLY GHOST「〷」
╰► SPIRIT
he | they ♛ tall black, grey, and white chimera with varying fur lengths and texture + a kinked tail; bright amber eyes ♛
purrks : agatha kitty, lyrebird's lullaby, herb knowledge
ೃ⁀➷ @Dust

The rain pummeled down, drenching his pelt. Dark, thick clouds were beginning to roll in. They wouldn't be surprised if a thunderstorm would soon start. The mere thought reminded him of the black cat who despite all his barking & biting always ended up shaking in a corner at the sound of thunder. A scowl flashed across Spirit's face, ears lowering down. The scratches and gashes stung in remembrance. Ugh, its escape left a bitter taste in their mouth. What a shame it had managed to kill his employee! It wasn't exactly easy to find them. Some just had such .. squicky stomachs.

Nonetheless, the black cat had managed to last far longer than Spirit could've hoped for. Besides, its disappearance left the chimera with freedom to travel to endless lengths and oh, how he had longed to succumb to the bliss of wandering. Still, the chimera did need to find shelter soon. A shivering cold was beginning to settle into their bones and sickness was always unpleasant to handle.

Thankfully, a tumbledown double-story farmhouse with overgrown flora was beginning to come into view. A squeal escaped Spirit, "Ooh, there must be some mice hiding in there..!! Or ah, perhaps some warm cloth ... Fleshbags tend to have those .." It was a shame they were such a hassle to drag around. He had found a couple of thrown out cloths but they always had to be left behind eventually.

With a quick bounce in their step, they swiftly made their way to the steps of the porch. It was clear the wood was beginning to rot, his nose crinkled up in mild distaste. At least it meant for easy to access. Finding a hole that they were able to fit in, Spirit wiggled through — amber eyes darting about cautiously. He pressed a paw against the wound, a loud creak erupting in the relatively quiet house. Eerily.

"Heelloooo? Is there anyone perhaps, occupying this space? Maybe some grey creatures with large ears? Pspspsp?" He cooed out softly, if there was someone already here he would prefer to get introductions over with.
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this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞

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