- Apr 28, 2024
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"The stars are telling me, that in your future... YOU'LL FACE A HORRIBLE, TRAGIC DEATH!! AND IT'LL BE PAINFUL!!"
Algaekit's quieted tone rose in a terrible tremor, like a baleful banshee's cries pinned naught to the earth, now crescendoing into a frightening climax. It seemed to reverberate along the open ground, perhaps even shaking the shades of the willows a little bit, as though the reeds and the fronds trembled alongside them. Long shadow of the little one cast like a deathly pall upon the kit, as if their cessation would meet them at this very moment, and it could not stay its hand any longer. The kitten who dared to volunteer themselves now scrambled away in tears, as though the sinister shadow of their abodance would tail them forever, and they had no choice but to run from an inevitable fate. Perhaps they would tell their parents of the horrible, no-good starmonger that had scared them out of their wits. A querent, most kits were. Algaekit's wiry countenance still held onto its impish grin, like she hadn't just been screaming bloody murder and direful end-times, and she waited for her next victim with patience in tow. He thought it was quite funny, how the child fled and cried, as if he were not right... All cats died, right? He had heard so from his mother and the other huddled queens. Why fight it, then? Death still felt so nebulous to Algaekit, a tick at the end of the wheel of fortune, rather than a tragedy to behold in all its furor. He wanted to understand, though.
Algaekit found herself enthralled in the vast swathes that made up the inner machinations of the world, like a fatiloquist born of fable and fleece, of kittish imagination yet insight almost too grand for one her age and size. Though her mind was far too woolly to ever conceive of such schemes, the beginnings of threads were beginning to show themselves to her, leading elsewhere into the mire of knowledge. He followed it, slowly now, though perhaps the pursuit would drive him mad someday. He noticed that there surely was a pattern in how the universe moved around him, shifting to accomodate him and his wiry form, as though it had vaticinated his very presence from its earthen palms. The clouds surely sold him some sign, in its arcane whispers of wisps and curls, whites much like his fur. The water must have spoken to him once or twice, in babbling language so unlike his own tongue, specks of light much like his spots. In crying kitten's case, it had simply been the way their whiskers had twitched that had informed Algaekit of their impending doom, as though the nervous gestures of the face had impersonated that of the heart. They had been twitching like mad, as if anticipation had manifested as electricity upon their countenance. And what else did one anticipate but death? (That sort of logic could only be followed by a madman such as herself.) "Who wants to get their fortune told next?" She mewled with an innocent twinge to her tone.
Algaekit's quieted tone rose in a terrible tremor, like a baleful banshee's cries pinned naught to the earth, now crescendoing into a frightening climax. It seemed to reverberate along the open ground, perhaps even shaking the shades of the willows a little bit, as though the reeds and the fronds trembled alongside them. Long shadow of the little one cast like a deathly pall upon the kit, as if their cessation would meet them at this very moment, and it could not stay its hand any longer. The kitten who dared to volunteer themselves now scrambled away in tears, as though the sinister shadow of their abodance would tail them forever, and they had no choice but to run from an inevitable fate. Perhaps they would tell their parents of the horrible, no-good starmonger that had scared them out of their wits. A querent, most kits were. Algaekit's wiry countenance still held onto its impish grin, like she hadn't just been screaming bloody murder and direful end-times, and she waited for her next victim with patience in tow. He thought it was quite funny, how the child fled and cried, as if he were not right... All cats died, right? He had heard so from his mother and the other huddled queens. Why fight it, then? Death still felt so nebulous to Algaekit, a tick at the end of the wheel of fortune, rather than a tragedy to behold in all its furor. He wanted to understand, though.
Algaekit found herself enthralled in the vast swathes that made up the inner machinations of the world, like a fatiloquist born of fable and fleece, of kittish imagination yet insight almost too grand for one her age and size. Though her mind was far too woolly to ever conceive of such schemes, the beginnings of threads were beginning to show themselves to her, leading elsewhere into the mire of knowledge. He followed it, slowly now, though perhaps the pursuit would drive him mad someday. He noticed that there surely was a pattern in how the universe moved around him, shifting to accomodate him and his wiry form, as though it had vaticinated his very presence from its earthen palms. The clouds surely sold him some sign, in its arcane whispers of wisps and curls, whites much like his fur. The water must have spoken to him once or twice, in babbling language so unlike his own tongue, specks of light much like his spots. In crying kitten's case, it had simply been the way their whiskers had twitched that had informed Algaekit of their impending doom, as though the nervous gestures of the face had impersonated that of the heart. They had been twitching like mad, as if anticipation had manifested as electricity upon their countenance. And what else did one anticipate but death? (That sort of logic could only be followed by a madman such as herself.) "Who wants to get their fortune told next?" She mewled with an innocent twinge to her tone.
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The kit Algaekit was telling a fortune for is a NPC but feel free to insert your character as that kitten!
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