02-14-2021, 12:10 PM
They had recently reappeared. This time, they were visible, almost transparent- but visible. The black cat slowly stepped towards the huts. It was definitely spooky enough, seeing as their paws didn't truly touch their ground, but it disturbed the sand and grass they stepped on. Their eyes shifted to the left and right, before finally landing upon one. Burnt scorch marks still riddled the ground in front of this hut, and slowly, the Spirit stepped up the front steps. The cushions were still on the porch, stepping into the living room.
Up the stairs they went, lumbering and walking slowly. It smelled like acidic dust and mildew in the room, looking at the bed. The spirit had stood still and stared for a long moment, their form almost unmoving. They turned their head, locating the picture frame. Slowly, their head cocked to the side, and the spirit stepped forward, wrapping their teeth around the top and sinking down, picking it up. Dust and.. burnt. It smelled burnt, in this entire room, the stink of cigarettes still riddling the floorboards.
When the reappeared out of the front door, they carried the picture frame with the image of a golden tiger and doberman pressed together. They set it down, coming down the steps and looking up at the picture as it sat on the front porch. The spirit then stayed still, staring at it for about ten minutes, unmoving. Their head dipped down, slowly, and they disappeared, turning invisible.
If someone listened closely, they could hear the crying of the spirit, ever so soft but barely existing.
// they're still in the area, just invisible now!
"SPEECH"
Up the stairs they went, lumbering and walking slowly. It smelled like acidic dust and mildew in the room, looking at the bed. The spirit had stood still and stared for a long moment, their form almost unmoving. They turned their head, locating the picture frame. Slowly, their head cocked to the side, and the spirit stepped forward, wrapping their teeth around the top and sinking down, picking it up. Dust and.. burnt. It smelled burnt, in this entire room, the stink of cigarettes still riddling the floorboards.
When the reappeared out of the front door, they carried the picture frame with the image of a golden tiger and doberman pressed together. They set it down, coming down the steps and looking up at the picture as it sat on the front porch. The spirit then stayed still, staring at it for about ten minutes, unmoving. Their head dipped down, slowly, and they disappeared, turning invisible.
If someone listened closely, they could hear the crying of the spirit, ever so soft but barely existing.
// they're still in the area, just invisible now!
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO