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sleep still tugged carelessly at the edges of her limber frame. she was still dredged in the waves of rest that swamped her, only having been recently awoken from her nap. the arrival of the spirits was a nursery, an enigna. for all of her sharp sight condensed into a single eyeball, she had nearly missed the wispy outlines of ghostly, celestial figures until one passed by her face.
nui blinked. once, then twice, straightening the creases in her lid.
at atbash's inquiry, nui's ears perked.
"i do!" she pipes in with a dulcet tone.
she watched them with a careful gaze swathed in awe. this was a mystery to be had. ghosts were not impossible, but they did not come in droves like a herd of sheep.
malificent being molded into an apprarance of curiosity, she reaches out a limb to grace the spectral beings-- only for her paw to phase through.
she should not be surprised. she, after all, has had her own strength in the power of intangibility, and yet.
the fact that she can't touch them disturbs her. because anything she can't touch, can't feel, is out of her reach. incapable of being harmed.
nui finds she not rather does not like the idea of an untouchable creature.
her curiosity, however, is undisturbed.
"hey atbash! can you try and see if any of them will talk to you?
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
sleep still tugged carelessly at the edges of her limber frame. she was still dredged in the waves of rest that swamped her, only having been recently awoken from her nap. the arrival of the spirits was a nursery, an enigna. for all of her sharp sight condensed into a single eyeball, she had nearly missed the wispy outlines of ghostly, celestial figures until one passed by her face.
nui blinked. once, then twice, straightening the creases in her lid.
at atbash's inquiry, nui's ears perked.
"i do!" she pipes in with a dulcet tone.
she watched them with a careful gaze swathed in awe. this was a mystery to be had. ghosts were not impossible, but they did not come in droves like a herd of sheep.
malificent being molded into an apprarance of curiosity, she reaches out a limb to grace the spectral beings-- only for her paw to phase through.
she should not be surprised. she, after all, has had her own strength in the power of intangibility, and yet.
the fact that she can't touch them disturbs her. because anything she can't touch, can't feel, is out of her reach. incapable of being harmed.
nui finds she not rather does not like the idea of an untouchable creature.
her curiosity, however, is undisturbed.
"hey atbash! can you try and see if any of them will talk to you?
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