Post by BB on Feb 26, 2020 17:53:38 GMT
After a weary day out, BB eventually plonks down on one of the rugs in her tent to rest her weary and mud stained self.
She lets out a sigh and reaches over to start up the wood burner, but she catches herself as she hears the now familiar sounds of Phalange in the blankets nearby.
Phalange, though he acts exactly like a normal cat is very different in the fact that he is skeletal, his meows somewhat dissonant sounding as he gets warm and comfortable for the night.
BB turns to Blue as she starts to retrieve a pearl from her pouch and tuck an owl feather behind her ear.
I never did figure out what his spine was, I just always assumed it was something that helped animate him. He’s been very chill the whole year he’s been here. But after what's happened recently, I don't think it's wise to assume anymore.
After communicating with Blue, BB reaches over to the blankets to pluck out Phalange and place him on her lap. His spine fainting glowing in the fading light of the afternoon. She begins to pet him, muttering some arcane words, eyebrows furrowing as she concentrates on his spine.
Once the ritual is complete BB breathes out sharply, eyes a little wide as she stops petting the cat to pick him up. Phalange meows a bit in protest to the sudden absence of attention.
BB holds him under his arms, so that his empty eye sockets face her.
“You’ve been a phylactery this whole time?”
“MmeEoOwW?”
She lets out a sigh and reaches over to start up the wood burner, but she catches herself as she hears the now familiar sounds of Phalange in the blankets nearby.
Phalange, though he acts exactly like a normal cat is very different in the fact that he is skeletal, his meows somewhat dissonant sounding as he gets warm and comfortable for the night.
BB turns to Blue as she starts to retrieve a pearl from her pouch and tuck an owl feather behind her ear.
I never did figure out what his spine was, I just always assumed it was something that helped animate him. He’s been very chill the whole year he’s been here. But after what's happened recently, I don't think it's wise to assume anymore.
After communicating with Blue, BB reaches over to the blankets to pluck out Phalange and place him on her lap. His spine fainting glowing in the fading light of the afternoon. She begins to pet him, muttering some arcane words, eyebrows furrowing as she concentrates on his spine.
Once the ritual is complete BB breathes out sharply, eyes a little wide as she stops petting the cat to pick him up. Phalange meows a bit in protest to the sudden absence of attention.
BB holds him under his arms, so that his empty eye sockets face her.
“You’ve been a phylactery this whole time?”
“MmeEoOwW?”