#knifeprey

Curiosity be damned, Galekh was the cat. He could only hope that satisfaction could bring him back, in the end.

Truthfully, he'd like to think that in any other situation, he might've ignored this one. Let it slip past him, as many things have, to live in the void of the unknown that he tried to convince himself didn't bother him. But he was bored, and he was intrigued, and so he threw his caution to the wayside to pursue a figure he spotted slinking slick into an alleyway.

This wasn't his usual haunt, that was for certain. Prim and proper, standing tall, stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the grime of Fibonacci's backstreets. He was a steady step, unwavering, no fear to cloud his thinkpan and keep him muddied in the face of... whatever he may be trailing right now. That was the one thing that kept him hesitant - he wasn't /entirely/ sure what he could be up against.

Though, that didn't mean he was starting to grow scared. He knew he was strong enough to take on anything that came his way.

Reaching a bit of a dead end, punctuated with dumpster rats and the smell of rot from sources he didn't entirely want to think of, he folded his arms behind his back as the source of his intrigue came into view, regarding the shorter man he’d been trailing with little more than a tilt of a head.

"Can I ask you something?"

Your hiatus will be noted!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Cecil!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 327!

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Enjoy your stay!

PLEASE NOTE: Because you were removed in an activity check you have one week to make two in-character posts else you will be considered inactive again.

Tʜᴇ sᴜɴ beat upon him like a whip, lashing to his back to punish him for a lifetime of atrocity, a punishment he knew he deserved. It felt like the end, the foretold unraveling of the world, burning heavy upon his back as the silence of Tiamat's absence settled into his brain. Not even her pawn was safe from the chaos he pushed, not even her sixth, reduced to his very base humanity with little more than a parting word.

As ʜᴇ mourned, dug his palms into his eyes and grimaced against his sorrow, a familiar feeling drug itself up from the depths of his brain, bubbling up to mix itself into his psyche and cause him to freeze. The sense of /another/, the tearing, grating pull against his brain to tell him that more of his kind were nearby, almost stumbling him to the side to tell him to /move/.

Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Sᴘᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ? Hᴇʀᴇ?

Hᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟs himself up from the ground, to fight or flight, to self preservation activated harsh to rip him from his sorrow. The sense was muddy, uncertain, the grating twang in his brain to silence all other thought into submission. Now more than ever, he needed to move, to go, to run.

Hᴇ sʟɪɴᴋs himself into an alleyway, closer to the source. There's a hesitance to his moves that hadn't shown in centuries - the absence of Tiamat's guidance sapping his brain of his confidence, his certainty, his idea that this was his situation to win. He grips his weapon's handle, measly oak dagger to replace the glory of his Golden Calf, pressing himself up against the wall almost hesitant to take a glance at the source just around the corner.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Cecil!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 331.

You will retain the ability to use your disguise up to five times daily and will receive a wooden knife.