[wolfie]

!! ꔠ the

HOLY SPIRIT - YOUR GOD ABOVE ꔠ !!

★ he . they (may use she when convenient) ★ tall black, gray, and white chimera that has medium-long fur and varying fur textures. has a feathery, kinked tail & bright amber eyes. smells of metallic & cinnamon. ★

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彡 ➜ @Estelle

As the chimera led the molly into the depths of the abyss, eventually the darkness would start to become steps of grass brushing against legs. He coaxed her in silence, long & kinked tail brushing against her back as a guide - a shepherd. The stream is swift to come into view, cold water running from a far away cliff. Moss grows on the water's bank.

Spirit took a seat nearby, tail wrapping around his uncannily long limbs. Sharp, bloodied claws begun to rip off moss, rolling it into a ball. His gaze lifts to observe the kit that sits besides him, pointedly looking everywhere but his eyes. A long, cheshire grin pulls at his lips but he softens it into something small, an invitation. "Ohh, I know hun, I know, " He hums in response to her quiet confession. His expression doesn't miss a beat. It wasn't the first time he had seen a cat covered in blood.

He dips the moss into the stream, letting it soak up the water before pulling it up. He moves in closer to attempt to slowly clean the blood away from the feline, gentle as can be. Spirit stays quiet for a while, thoughts shifting through masks to put up as a front. Take away bits of himself, mold it into something that is best adapted for what's required. Still, they weren't ever sure what that quite was just yet. "Blood is so very needy, it likes to stick under and inbetween your claws, " He talks to the wind — "in all your nooks and crannies. Aaahah, gosh I swear if you could remove the top of my head you'll find all the blood there!" He cackles, sharp canines flashing as if it's a funny joke.

It goes flat swiftly, disappearing into a look of watching once more. A subtle tip of their head, eyes narrowing. What ever were they going to do with this thing in front of them? He had questions. He needed to pick their brain."I must inquire on whatever has you so very apologetic? Truthfully, regrets are simply time wasted, " He cuts to the chase. Playing caregiver was all too boring. Besides, he didn't think he needed to completely coddle this one. Soft prodding, yes.

Spirit would dunk the moss into the water again — turning the stream crimson.

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