To anyone wandering around at night, even in the territory, it would potentially be eerie. It was no different for Azazel, who had another rare night of being unable to sleep. In his time he had been here, he had been able to sleep, for the most part. But he could hear <i>something</i> rustling around outside of the place he had slept in. A call out had left him with no answer, although the rustling had stopped, leaving only eerie silence. In its place, Azazel could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of nerves and a real fear of whatever was out there.
But he had to see what it was, didn't he?
Swallowing, heavily, he opened his door, just barely. He could see the shape of a feline, pacing just out of sight. Something about it was <i>wrong</i>, though. Despite his misgivings, Azazel eased the door open a bit more, just enough that he could partially slip out. From his view, he could see that the feline was mangled and its movements were jerky as if it didn't have control over its limbs. "Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, just a whisper, but the feline whipped around to face him.
While Azazel had thought it was mangled before, the feline's face made him lower his gaze, towards its paws. The quiet, rasping voice caught his attention, though. It was barely audible, but he could make it out. <b>"You did this."</b> The feline's voice, even as raspy as it was, seemed to be raising as it repeated the sentence. "I didn't-I promise!" He couldn't even remember this feline. Why was it blaming him? The feline seemed angry at his answer and lurched forwards. Panic flashed through Azazel, and he ducked behind his door, closing it with a slam. Panic and a strange feeling of guilt filled him as he heard the feline clawing at the door, repeating the mantra. <b>"You did this!"</b> Even through the door, the feline was loud and clear. On the other side, Azazel was frozen in fear, repeating a mantra of his own, as if to convince himself. "I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I didn't."
(Hints of Azazel's past maybe? It's a rushed mess lmao)
But he had to see what it was, didn't he?
Swallowing, heavily, he opened his door, just barely. He could see the shape of a feline, pacing just out of sight. Something about it was <i>wrong</i>, though. Despite his misgivings, Azazel eased the door open a bit more, just enough that he could partially slip out. From his view, he could see that the feline was mangled and its movements were jerky as if it didn't have control over its limbs. "Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, just a whisper, but the feline whipped around to face him.
While Azazel had thought it was mangled before, the feline's face made him lower his gaze, towards its paws. The quiet, rasping voice caught his attention, though. It was barely audible, but he could make it out. <b>"You did this."</b> The feline's voice, even as raspy as it was, seemed to be raising as it repeated the sentence. "I didn't-I promise!" He couldn't even remember this feline. Why was it blaming him? The feline seemed angry at his answer and lurched forwards. Panic flashed through Azazel, and he ducked behind his door, closing it with a slam. Panic and a strange feeling of guilt filled him as he heard the feline clawing at the door, repeating the mantra. <b>"You did this!"</b> Even through the door, the feline was loud and clear. On the other side, Azazel was frozen in fear, repeating a mantra of his own, as if to convince himself. "I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I didn't."
(Hints of Azazel's past maybe? It's a rushed mess lmao)