- Jun 27, 2022
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❝ This building bears down on him like more than a cloud. A heavy, oppressive weight. Up-walkers haven't been here for many moons now, he'd guess, but nature hadn't quite reclaimed it. Instead it looms as some terrible kind of monument to their colonialism. Vegas hadn't been around in the times when this twolegplace didn't creep quite so close to the wilderness, though he knew enough of the stories to miss it anyway. A time without stark corners and looming concrete. They weren't dens, cozy and warm, but maybe that's what makes them such good hiding places. His mark's been hiding here. A few times out for prey, a few other faces in every now and then. Eyes rolled over a shoulder in discreet glances back, as if to make sure nobody saw him going in. Unfortunately for him, Vee's just a little bit better at this than some kibble-fattened house cat could ever be.
He'd slipped in through a rusted-open window, paws hitting a layer of dust so thick it rises up like smoke from his touch. A grumbled, wordless protestation sounds like a curse from between his teeth. This place is wide and empty, several entryways off to separate sides. No tracks in the dust yet, least not right around him. Probably the first one here for a while. Building's big, though. Plenty of places to search. Long as he's quiet, it shouldn't take too long. This one thing, and then it'll be enough to keep them afloat for a few more cycles of the moon. It'd been a big enough offering that he couldn't even think on it. Maybe that meant something about him. Maybe it doesn't even matter, long as it keeps the three of them alive. Maybe he'll do anything at all.
He'd slipped in through a rusted-open window, paws hitting a layer of dust so thick it rises up like smoke from his touch. A grumbled, wordless protestation sounds like a curse from between his teeth. This place is wide and empty, several entryways off to separate sides. No tracks in the dust yet, least not right around him. Probably the first one here for a while. Building's big, though. Plenty of places to search. Long as he's quiet, it shouldn't take too long. This one thing, and then it'll be enough to keep them afloat for a few more cycles of the moon. It'd been a big enough offering that he couldn't even think on it. Maybe that meant something about him. Maybe it doesn't even matter, long as it keeps the three of them alive. Maybe he'll do anything at all.
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full information.
──── uses he - him + masc titles ; will accept others with bemusement.
──── about 26 moons old, born during early greenleaf or late newleaf.
──── gay, singleish. crushes on a broad range of men; doesn't act on it.
a sleek chocolate point tom with some odd irregularities in his spotting, and a soft length of thicker fur from between his ears and down his spine. his eyes are a soft, mellow blue, though they have a more intense glow in certain lighting. deceptively strong, with the build of one accustomed to work. - "speech"