Vigenere would have never expected to be unable to interact with the living for the most part of his death. It had been almost immediate after Stryker struck a root through his throat. It resembled how Caesar had killed the King of their Home Dimension, as funny as that was, though Vigenere assumed that Stryker didn't know anything about that. It had simply been a coincidence, was all. An ironic death but one that Vigenere almost... accepted. At the time of his death, Tanglewood was falling. They were dying off just as Snowbound had done to Atbash and it seemed like there was nothing he could do. Dying was almost a relief to him; it made his burden of leading go away.

But unfortunately he couldn't interact with the living like a certain Tangler he knew could. Arrow had been a ghost, almost like he was now, but she had been able to talk and interact with her clanmates. So why couldn't he? It's almost as if I'm stuck in the Mindscape. Except he could see color. The Mindscape was completely monochromic, grey-and-white, but wherever he was now, he could see color just as if he could when he was alive. This meant that, yes, Vigenere knew of the things that were going on in Tanglewood: Aurum's rise and fall, Elsweyr replacing him, Elsweyr getting attacked by a Pittian prior to Aurum dying, Atbash's attack, Merlin's capture... He saw it all. But he was powerless to do anything.

Vigenere was flung back to Tanglewood's camp as someone began banging on his mask. It was Arrow, crying almost incoherently. But Vigenere could hear her words, her pleas, her cries. He understood her hurt but at the same time, the spirit was angry that she was pinning Atbash's injury on him. If he could have prevented it or stopped Caesar, he would have. But he had been powerless to do anything. But Arrow's pleas and cries made him want to come back. He wanted to stop the hurt that everyone was dealing with. So the spirit went off in search of a body to possess, another savannah body if preferable. Then he could hopefully mutate the feline's fur into being similar to the color scheme he was born with.

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Fortunately, Vigenere had been able to find a savannah body and was able to overthrow its former host. Just as the demon hoped, he had been able to mutate the body into his old fur color scheme but there was one thing different - a large scar was on his throat, from where Stryker had plunged the root of a tree through it. It didn't hurt him or anything, as by now the scar had obviously closed up and healed as much as it could, but it was still something that Vigenere noticed as soon as he realized that he was alive. Taking a deep breath and relishing on the feeling it left in his body, the savannah begun his trek back to Tanglewood's border.

He was home.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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She'd made it an unspoken rule to just not expect anything living here, lord knows what could happen that was once declared impossible out loud. Death? Unpredictable, she was convinced the swamp had some sort of influence over the dead, and the concept of death itself. Had to have been that graveyard, between the residents dying on repeat or restless ghosts causing mayhem here and there, once even processing the entirety of the library in one organized ghost army. Typically though, minus those strange exceptions, the dead stayed dead. She hadn't seen the majority of the deceased come back at all, not even as a little spirit hopping along the edges of the swamp. Vigenere was one of those deceased.

She'd crossed paths with Moth first, having dropped her herbs and leaving without another word, which Arrow found very...interesting. Hadn't seen that before, and you'd think maybe the Reaper would, y'know, want to keep those life saving herbs or something. "Where ya goin'?" The cheetah asked, looking over her shoulder as the light furred figure vanished out of her sight. She squinted, and opted to investigate what caused the woman to start escaping on autopilot. Not that she was ready for what she'd find either.

Arrow stopped, squeezing her green eyes shut for a second. Then two, slowly opening one to make sure she wasn't seeing things that weren't there. Nope, he was still there. Something hit her directly in the gut, and she wasn't sure if it was nausea or what, but it wasn't enjoyable. Not that she was disappointed or fearful to see Vigenere, but the timing was fucking bizarre. "I've gone insane, this is it. This is totally it, I'm going to wake up any second now, and this will all be over. I cross the line at necromancy, I refuse. Absolutely not."

Moth leaving just like that was... a surprise to say the least. Vigenere frowned as he watched the Reaper leave before the sight of a coyote with black-spotted markings came running at him. Her scent was familiar, as well as the markings on her body; this coyote was undoubtedly Atbash. His sister pressed her face against him, sobbing seemingly uncontrollably and he laid his head on the back of hers - a comfort sign. He was assuring her without words that he wasn't going to leave, that he was here for her. Just like I always had been.

Arrow in the distance caught his attention though, mumbling about how she had to be sleeping or that his presence was a dream. An understandable reaction, really. "Oh no, it's definitely me." Vigenere mused. "You've awoken me from trying to ruin my mask, you know." His tone was light as he tried to portray that he was only joking around. Vigenere was giving Arrow a smile whenever Elsweyr came over, looking at him in what seemed to be disbelief.

"I know, things have been... rough, and I apologize." Vigenere spoke with a frown now. "I wish there had been some way I could help, but I lost contact with the living world. I am so sorry for the things Tanglewood has lost and has been through." Aurum's death, Caesar's attack... He was here to try and stop his clanmates from dying. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]