[wolfie]

「〷」 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

At first they were met with nothing but silence. Spirit let out a sigh, taking a step forward — predicable. Then, they blinked and suddenly bones were raining down — shattering upon impact. He flinched away, the ends of his fur spiking up in surprise at the sudden noise, claws becoming unsheathed. Preparation for the unknown, of course nothingness followed. Spirit glanced up to the ceiling, eyebrows furrowing. Wind batted against the sides of the house, the storm has clearly begun to worsen. It was clear the wind must've .. simply blown them off.

"That was awfully rude of you, Mister House!! You could've cut me, " He cackled out like a hyena, kinked tail lashing back and forth. He started to carefully walk around the broken bits of bone.

Clearly, Spirit should've checked what the House's preferred titles were because that was the only reason they could think on why the house would start attacking him even more. Could no one be civil these days? The chimera tried to make a quick get away to underneath rotten wooden,, objects. Man-made he could reckon. Only they would bother to make such strange things. He closed his eyes, trying to curl up into something smaller. He didn't really want to get anymore injuries. It helped evade.. some of the debris but not all of them. Unpleasant, but small.

An interlude occurs, the cold wind biting at the ends of his fur. Still, he slowly lifts his head. He shoots out from underneath his shelter, making a quick sprint towards a different room. Clearly, that one was on the more unstable side. Maybe having a bad day. "Seems like you want some space, uhhm, ... whatever you prefer, " Spirit quipped before he left. His ears swiveled to what was around him when he arrived; parting his jaws slightly to taste the air

The bag of fur he operated was starting to have sharp, digging pains. A shame that if he wanted to exist on the same plane as mortals they did have to manage something so,,, inefficient. They hoped the ongoing storm hadn't scared all the mice-y into hiding. They stepped carefully on the wood as this place was clearly unstable all up and around. The house had been built up so the possibility of falling through the floor seem a bit too real.