05-07-2020, 10:35 PM
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The crater was a place Crow did not find himself going very often. Though nature had began to retake the edges, the centre remained a desolate place. His paws dared not to step on the hallowed ground that surrounded it out of fear of unsettling whatever dwelled there. Whether that was spirits or...mutants even, he had no desire to find out.
Vigenere interested Crow solely because both felines had found themselves in relations with Morgan. Crow, however, was not the first one, and it appeared to him that he always had been second after Morgan ditched him. He thought he had gotten over his frustration after he became enamoured of someone else, but upon Vigenere's return, that seemed it was not the case. The toxic thoughts soon returned, and he left himself to deal with them on his own accord out of fear of expressing them. It was weird, after all.
Crow noticed the spotted cat leave the town, and full of avaricious curiosity, he would trail behind at a great distance so he would not be discovered. He had convinced himself Vigenere was sneaking off to visit Morgan. This was the crater, though. Morgan was not in the crater. Fuck.
Instead, a figure he barely recognized from town was there heading towards the centre. Crow stood still and observed, pressing his ears against his head in attempt to block that horrid sound. The hell are they doin'?
The crater was a place Crow did not find himself going very often. Though nature had began to retake the edges, the centre remained a desolate place. His paws dared not to step on the hallowed ground that surrounded it out of fear of unsettling whatever dwelled there. Whether that was spirits or...mutants even, he had no desire to find out.
Vigenere interested Crow solely because both felines had found themselves in relations with Morgan. Crow, however, was not the first one, and it appeared to him that he always had been second after Morgan ditched him. He thought he had gotten over his frustration after he became enamoured of someone else, but upon Vigenere's return, that seemed it was not the case. The toxic thoughts soon returned, and he left himself to deal with them on his own accord out of fear of expressing them. It was weird, after all.
Crow noticed the spotted cat leave the town, and full of avaricious curiosity, he would trail behind at a great distance so he would not be discovered. He had convinced himself Vigenere was sneaking off to visit Morgan. This was the crater, though. Morgan was not in the crater. Fuck.
Instead, a figure he barely recognized from town was there heading towards the centre. Crow stood still and observed, pressing his ears against his head in attempt to block that horrid sound. The hell are they doin'?