hey brother — joiner

[Ebra M.]

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SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

EBRA MOONSPINNER — MALE — THEY/THEM — HARD

The stocky feline decided they liked the mountains.  The beauitful expanse before them.  The fresh air, carrying the scent of the sea.  It felt familiar almost.  If there were not two sets of memories and thoughts to shift through.  The Demdji had been hosting the immortal Egyptian for a long enough time now it became hazy.  Which thoughts and feelings and memories belonged to who?

Sometimes, they remembered.  Sometimes, the differences between were stark enough to separate their thoughts.  The desire to follow a sister across the world was all Ebra.  Their drive to protect - to simply be with - their only free family was stronger than anything a linked conscious could throw at them.

As the muscular desert cat stood on the edge of the border, conscious of the scent markings directly in front of their paws, they resisted the urge to roll their eyes - once more - to the voice in the back of their head, belonging to a certain god of death and funerals. Might we be wrong again? I'm sure this is the right place. It had come in a vision after all.  Granted, Ebra did not entirely trust their skills in telling the future.  It was worth a shot.

Besides, it came with a great view.

#psychosocial.