and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup - do you think it would be enough?

[wolfie]

— LIKE A CHESHIRE CAT, I THINK YOU ARE JUST A GRIN

AND I CAN FEEL YOU LAUGHING UNDER MY SKIN

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!! 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
His journey with the Atari had been rather short. The moment the scent of RiverClan started to become frequent around the area, the chimera had made a swift leave. Boring really, the cats there were a bit more interesting than the clans but they had no interested in reuniting with the boring black cat. It was best for Spirit to stay away from RiverClan in general — they surely wouldn't be pleased to ever see him. Maybe.

Which meant he was left to wander once more in solitude. He walked quietly through the lands, a firm disconnection between his body and his mind. A refined skill, something that always confirmed they truly were dead. Those in the living could not walk the plane of subconscious but he? He was familiar with it.

Eventually, Spirit's paws begun to blister and ache which tugged him away - placing him firmly back into his furbag. He sighed in annoyance, dragging himself over to underneath a willow tree. The leaves hung down, almost brushing against his fur - as if nature was coming down to stroke him to sleep.

His amber eyes fluttered close, and off the feline went into the dreamscape. Dreams were always - strange for him. Sometimes it felt as if they weren't his and he was only walking on the sidelines. Sometimes it was Wren's dreadful memories bubbling up to the surface.

It was the first this time around. He walked through the void, every so often an entrance popping up. He would stick his head - perhaps enter and explore, but often too boring to stay around. It was only until he came across,,

a peculiar dream - a nightmare, it seemed, was spirit's interest piqued. he stepped in fully, letting the entrance shut behind him. time to see what awaits them!

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✶ LULLABY LYRE ✕ AGATHA KITTY ✕ HERB KNOWLEDGE ✕ DREAMWALKER ✶

[Estelle]

 

Darkness surrounded her every being, much different from the terrors she had been saved from before. They were manageable; they taunted her very being and played with her mind. But this was so much worse. And overwhelming echo of indistinguishable voices rung in a cacophony all around her, relentless and unnerving as her world swayed and moved in a wild dance with the very essence of death.

Blood covered her paws, blood covered her pelt and maw the metallic taste so real in her lungs as it mimicked her exact appearance of that night, the thick clumps still stuck in her fur as she struggled to move and walk within the restraints of this fake reality. Their faceless bodies lay at her paws, one by one, taunting her in her mother's voice as they rung, 'Finish It', again and again, each one reappearing wherever she turned. Some battered, others mutilated. None had a face. She couldn't recall their faces. She couldn't remember it. She couldn't remember how they died. She couldn't remember when they died. She only knew it was her.

But I didn't mean to. The thought swirled around her mind, the distinct praises of her superiors ringing in the air among the pained screams of terror that filled her soul, her single failed murder standing to face her, headless. Legless. You failed - it screamed through her mind, the wails of her victims growing louder as their bloodied paws reached out, mutilated bodies dragging the ground intent on tearing her down, a strange moment of weakness overtaking the sleepy looking enforcer as a certain moist came to fill the sockets of her eyes. I'm sorry, she thought, unknowing what the bodies could and couldn't hear, unknowing of what her spectator could and couldn't hear, the bloodied dream of her haunting victims overtaking and overwhelming her every sense.

[ @wolfie ]