-The cat speaks without looking at Jorge-
Shoot me and you will die, whether it be at my hand, or at the tongues of the Hounds you are content to deliver us to.
-Cloud-
Keep talking to your companion in your blade. It will distract yourself, at least.
-The cat looks at Eri-
-Nods-
-And slashes her arm-
-Immediately uses the blood to begin to draw a circle on the ground-
Your mate could make things difficult, you of the White Hair
edited 13th Oct '15 6:45:02 PM by ThanatoSeraph
I thank you, son of man.
-Finishes drawing the circle and begins to draw marks inside of it-
-Never lines-
-The cat seems to ignore Jorge-
-Hey Lance, you still near the window/looking out it?-
-Silver-
Did I not say already. It shall transport us to the Dreamlands.
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-Lance, you see movement-
-No, movement is the wrong term to use-
-Rather, you see change
◊ in the space itself at the edge of the forest, to which the mind imposes some for of meaning-
-The panting grows louder Cloud-
-The cat turns to Silver as he finishes drawing-
Respite, and a journey.
-Jorge-
You know little of my kind if you think that I am beholden to that name.

She is a willing volunteer, Aven Turor. Do you have another source of blood? Would you prefer to take it from the child?
-Does not lower his sword-
-Well Eri, that's hard to say-
-The cat is a cat, that's to be sure-
-But it doesn't really feel like a living organism at all-
-As far as you can tell it's telling the truth though-
-Cloud, the presence is still there in the back of your mind-
-Weaker than even in the clearing at first, but it is growing noticeable again-
edited 13th Oct '15 6:39:15 PM by ThanatoSeraph