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and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup - do you think it would be enough?
— LIKE A CHESHIRE CAT, I THINK YOU ARE JUST A GRIN
AND I CAN FEEL YOU LAUGHING UNDER MY SKIN
!! 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. ★
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
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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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.
Re: and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup - do you think it would be enough
!! 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. ★
The tall feline walked slowly through the inky darkness, ears swiveling to the pestering echo of voices that rung throughout the landscape. If they had not been dreaming, he was sure it would cause damage to his hearing; this did not make the experience any less pleasant. It was not long until what appeared to be a small cat — he was unable to make out any discerning pelt colors, the crimson that covered her making it far too difficult — came into his vision.
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Spirit stood still, amber eyes watching the scene unfold in front of them with burning intrigue. For a brief moment, he felt a kinship with her unnamed struggle. He was all too familiar with gruesome nightmares, voices that wanted you to make others bleed, to purify them. Memories that bubbled up and faded, left him reeling at where the line of reality and dream met. Wren always managed to slip into his dreams, no matter how Spirit tried to push it down.
Guilt was awful, fickle and most of all irrelevant. All it served was to limit.
Perhaps, the brief connection was what brought upon the absolute need to know. The desire to pick through this cat's brain and know every nook and cranny. Kinship was replaced with a hunger. Even if she was a figment of his imagination, their curiosity was piqued and that was all Spirit needed.
He awaited, watching the bloodied paws reach out for her as if they wanted to drag her down and swallow her whole. He looked for that moment, that one brief second of surrender. A sinister grin spread slowly across their face once they caught onto it, a pause.
Spirit walked quietly forward, masking his expression to become something softer, something open and inviting. He unsheathed his claws and started to tear at the lifeless bodies. Claws digging in to what flesh he could grab and dragging them away, away and away into the abyss. Blood swiftly started to stain his legs, and it is a repetitive motion. He cares not for the way his fur becomes sticky, holding back a grimace. The voices was something else and was getting on their nerves.
The feline whirled around, lifting their head to gaze to the empty sky. "Would you just shut up? You're giving us all a headache here, " He hissed in distaste, long tail lashing back and forth. He hadn't expected for the damn thing to take a listen as it soon quieted down. Goodness, maybe this was their dream. What a strange one.
He turned back around. At least, up close he can see the she-cat clearer. Still, the blood makes it hard to discern but she appeared to have black fur. And she looked awfully young, perhaps not even a year old. "Ooh, dear. You're looking quite worse for wear, I'm afraid. Let's get you washed up, yes?" Spirit cooed delicately, as soon as the words left his mouth the sound of a running stream could be heard. He glanced around, it wasn't far off. He was deciding to not question its sudden appearance and instead beckoned her to follow.
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✶ LULLABY LYRE ✕AGATHA KITTY✕ HERB KNOWLEDGE ✕ DREAMWALKER ✶
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Sleepysunrise
[ 11* moons | She / Her | Shc Enforcer | Shadow Fiend ]
TW: Continued mentions of blood
A coward, is how she felt, cowering on the ground with her paws covering ears and eyes trying to drown out the sound of her very own mind. Dreams had never been pleasant, they had never been within her control. Ever since that day, they existed only to torment her; to torment her failure or to torment her actions, she didn’t know and couldn’t tell. She did what she had to do. So why did the sight of those bodies leave such a stinging feeling? She hadn’t meant to kill them. But she couldn’t help it. They were weak! Fragile! She couldn’t help that they broke at the slightest touch. She couldn’t help that that apprentice interfered with her kill. Kill. Kill. What a horrible, terrible word.
Her eyes were shut. Her ears were pinned down beneath her paws. But it did nothing to drown out the sounds, nor the sights. They were forever imprinted behind her mind’s eye. Forever stuck in her mind. Claws ripping through flesh and fur, drawing blood and uncovering bones wherever they went. Red stains everywhere, dark fur tainted crimson… Claws, so smoothly, ripping through their throats and stomachs. She could swear the sound was around her, this very moment, not just within her mind. But she wasn’t moving. Who else…?
A voice. Alarmed, Sleepysunrise lifted her head and looked around to find a ghostly pale cat, the only tints of colours that of blood and the bodies gone out of her vision. The overpowering sound quieting down. She blinked. Almost afraid. Cats of the forest of darkness often invaded her mind, but never like this. They ripped her from her dreams into her domain, but this one entered hers. She hadn’t known that was possible. Like a child lost in the woods, the kitten trembled, petite paws tucking beneath her and wanting to ignore the presence if it wasn’t for her burning curiosity.
Their voice was gentle, much like mama’s could be, or how the forever queen addressed the kits. Their movements were reminiscent of that tone. Sleepysunrise daren’t look at them; she felt ashamed, found in such a pitiful state. The stars would have words for her if they found her this way. But she felt powerless. Powerless in her own dream, tired from the torments within her mind, so much so, that when Spirit beckoned her to follow the small cat – after several instances – finally moved to the stream that had suddenly appeared. She watched her own appearance within its cool reflection. It was distorted. But blood splattering her fur was evident.
“...It’s not my own.”
I quiet murmur left her maw, referring to the odd colour staining her body.
Re: and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup - do you think it would be enough
!! 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. ★
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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ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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It was as if her nightmares bended to his will, and that seriously creeped her out. Where first was nothing but darkness, grass seemed to grow and a cool stream began to form. Life spread through her dream - through her nightmare - at his beg and call. He was controlling it, and she was certain of it. Was this the power of the dead? To bend dreams and nightmares to their will? She was tired to think, too tired to care. Sleepysunrise, uncharacteristically so, let herself lean against the spirit and be guided forth.
His voice was so soft. Sickly sweet, they might call it. She sat at his side, idly watching his bloodied paws rip through moss and form a ball - the same way she had seen her kitsitter do so many times when making mossballs for the kits to play with. She wanted to slump over and sleep, let this stranger lull her to sleep, but her instincts told her to stay awake. Stay alert. She flinched when she first felt the wet moss press against her fur, but didn't walk away. She only watched the slow movements clean off the blood that caked her pelt.
It was something out of a wonderland, unreal but so very present. She lifted her gaze as he cackled, and regarded him. She looked away the moment he asked, the warring in her mind only exhausting her further. She had hoped he wouldn't have asked, and yet here they were. She looked down, down at the stream turning crimson. It felt like the world was encroaching on her space again. Sleepysunrise lowered her head between her shoulders, tired expression visible in her eyes.
For a long while, she refused to talk. Refused to let this feline pick her brain. But it was just a dream, she told herself, a very real dream. And he was already dead. She bit her lip, her tail began to tap the ground and her claws dug into the dark soil. "I don't know."
She admitted, her voice weaker than she would have liked. "I don't... I don't regret it.... They. Praised me... Miss Grandmama praised me... For it. So why -- why would I... regret it?"
She felt agitated, stressed, uncomfortable, all the feelings rushing at her at once. She skidded away, out of reach, protective of her space. "Who -- who are you... anyway?"
Her voice was still quiet, a tentative visual of how she felt. Small. Weak.
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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. ★
She was so quiet — flinching away from his touch and watching his every movement. He wanted to giggle at her, to poke and tease, to drag his claws against her pelt and watch the crimson prickle. If he could bend the dreamscape with mere thoughts, what else he could do? Spirit was unable to entertain his tantalizing thoughts for much longer. Her expression betrayed her weariness. Vulnerability.
An opening.
Spirit's movements came to a small halt before he lifted the wet moss to drag it gently across her cheek. She didn't speak to him. She kept to her silence and he could practically hear her thoughts spinning around and crashing like hail against soil. A twitch of his tail. "The weather's nice, " He cooed, eyes flickering up to the blinding sun that appeared in the star-splattered sky. Shadows did not fall on the grass, warmly lit and instead the sky appeared to be void; ink all consuming.
And then she spoke in a quiet, timid voice. A confession. "Don't you?" They parroted back, eyes shining with a glint. She was pulling back and Spirit was stepping forward, tail twitching with an erratic tremble. "Do you not hear their screams still? Do their friends and family no longer cross your mind? The blood under your claws no longer itches?" He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, making an audible 'tut tut.'
"Your mind still lingers on them. They are gone, and yet clearly distract you so," He lets out a long sigh, twisting their words. Putting name to her emotions when he knew little of the molly standing in front of him. Only tugging on the piece of meat she offered them. "Your grandmother praised you for putting out a fire. For protecting what truly matters. Not the insects below your paws. And yet, what would she say now if she saw you?" Spirit cooed in a long drawl, taking a few steps back to turn and begin walking across the bank. Away from her. Bait.
"You allowed prey to leave you pitiful. If you must kill again, will you let it weigh heavy? How much can you let it drag you down until you drown, love?" He tilted his head back, expression strangely unreadable. A difference from the sweet, coaxing manner he had offer her. "Distraction will leave you vulnerable. It will kill someone — you, perhaps. "
And then, Spirit was whirling back to face her. They are practically beaming at her, "You should be asking what I can do for you, dear. What interest could my identity provide for you? A name?" They burst out laughing again, shoulders shaking. "I have endless! Any will do. This is your dream, after all, " And yet, their grip had sunk in far too strong.
and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup - do you think it would be enough?
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