03-17-2019, 11:19 PM
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The actions that lead Crow to his current position were not important. To be entirely honest, he was probably sniffing around for the source of a strange noise, and in the end it would end up merely a goose chase. There were no demons to be had scratching at the walls, so he turned back, eyes heavy as he plodded back in the direction of his house. That was when he heard another sound, precise and mechanic.
Whiskers perked as he slunk around a corner, then he stopped dead in his tracks as he came across the source: a small cat hunched over a board with a knife in his hand, tapping away at the spaces between his toes. On the contrary, it was not that which sent his mind into a spiral—it was quite normal for him to walk in on odd occurrences. No, it was something else. He was caught off guard by Beck's bare arms.
The feelings that came to him were not disgust nor fear nor abhorrence but intrusive thoughts and an acute sensation of crawling in his skin down to his bones. Every hairless mark in his skin burned, itched, and all he could do was avert his attention elsewhere as he began to begrudgingly scratch at his own arms.
The tabby began to tiptoe backwards to leave Beck to whatever he was doing, but deep down he knew the smaller feline had probably already smelled him. Escape was at least worth a try.
The actions that lead Crow to his current position were not important. To be entirely honest, he was probably sniffing around for the source of a strange noise, and in the end it would end up merely a goose chase. There were no demons to be had scratching at the walls, so he turned back, eyes heavy as he plodded back in the direction of his house. That was when he heard another sound, precise and mechanic.
Whiskers perked as he slunk around a corner, then he stopped dead in his tracks as he came across the source: a small cat hunched over a board with a knife in his hand, tapping away at the spaces between his toes. On the contrary, it was not that which sent his mind into a spiral—it was quite normal for him to walk in on odd occurrences. No, it was something else. He was caught off guard by Beck's bare arms.
The feelings that came to him were not disgust nor fear nor abhorrence but intrusive thoughts and an acute sensation of crawling in his skin down to his bones. Every hairless mark in his skin burned, itched, and all he could do was avert his attention elsewhere as he began to begrudgingly scratch at his own arms.
The tabby began to tiptoe backwards to leave Beck to whatever he was doing, but deep down he knew the smaller feline had probably already smelled him. Escape was at least worth a try.