[Dust]

[ Spooks - 31 Moons]
He/Him | Lawful Evil | Loner
Kitty Softpaws ; Shadow Fiend [Active]

The wind had been carrying that... earthy, warm scent all day long. It was definitely going to rain. Spooks could tell just from that... and maybe the dark clouds that were beginning to collect on the horizon earlier in the day. Most of his day had been spent clearing some cobwebs from the more exposed portions of the house in preparation of downpour - either from the gaping holes in the roof, or the outer walls beginning to rot away, exposing the inside. Wet cobwebs had always grossed him out for some reason... so squishy - eugh. After those smaller chores had been done, and seeing that no visitors had come to play in the meantime, Spooks decided to settle down with a small meal. Just as he settled himself amongst the rafters with a plump mouse the rain began. It was a symphony of downpour, pale blue light filtering in from above. How relaxing. Each bite was savored, chewed slowly and with purpose. And after that… well… he tried to sleep.

Situated comfortably on the rafter, Spooks let one leg dangle carelessly as he stared at the wall. And he stared. And stared…

 

And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.
And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.

Sleep was... not coming at all. Ugh. How long had he been watching that spot? How long had he laid up there? Spooks blinked, seeming to regain his unknown loss of consciousness once an unfamiliar voice rang out loud in his ears. Slightly flustered, he sat up now - eyes staring intently down at the front room where a stranger had entered. Without him even noticing? And it was dark out now? He let a quiet, frustrated sigh escape through his nostrils. Well... now he was angry. And it looked like a little sheep had lost its way. No better time than the present to take care of them! Shifting slowly to his paws, Spooks took a brief look at the cleaned bones from his earlier meal, before swatting them with a paw.

From above a long, rhythmic creak is heard, followed by a loud scattering of bones as they plummet from seemingly nowhere. They shatter away from each other upon hitting the ground. If you look up, there doesn't seem to be anyone around. It must have been the wind from the storm... right?

Slinking along the beam, Spooks picked his way with ease and familiarity throughout the house. Each pawstep was precise, knowing exactly where and when to step - his gaze narrowed and warped with a tired spite. His dance through out the house raised creaks, cracks and groans from the crumbling building, random bits of debris and small bones being flung ever so often towards the other feline's direction. And after his first round, a sudden gust of wind blew through the home, buffeting Spooks pelt as he closed his eyes to soak it in. It felt ephemeral. Now... he just needed to see how this strange one reacted to his efforts. The storm was giving him enough support as it was, he wasn't going to pull the big moves out quite yet.

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