#numinous

Zoh Shia, the White Seraph Dragon

Illuminate the way.

I feel the forge in every step, I know I’m being shaped, prepared.

There is a version of me watching from another axis, higher, still, and unafraid. She does not rush me. She waits until I can stand where she stands.

TW: Body/mind horror? Something is wrong but I'm not sure how to say it

To speak will be great skill. Your decide to let your body meet the older cat frequently. He take you both on long walks where he points out plants, animals, and anything of the sort and teaches the word for it. One day, after a bit of rain, he takes you a bit more inland, where there isn't sand, and shows a shallow pool. "Puddle." He then points to himself, "My name is Puddle." And for a minute your body understands something you don't.

Your body tries to learn from the more experienced cat, however it is frustrating. The older cat decides to teach your body something you will regret, a practice of loafing silently and feeling something push against you. There is something else in your body. And it is growing more and more with each session of sitting and doing nothing.

One day it speaks, "Hello?" Hesitant. Your body grew a voice, a conscious of its own. "Where you the one making decisions for me before?" It senses your horror of it while you feel its awe. You decide to feed it the memory of its creation. Now you feel the horror. "Other cats? More than mean or nice?"

Dead. You used dead cats to make your body.

"What were their names?"

You don't know what a name is.

"What have you been calling me?"

My Body.

"What about me. The me inside of this body?"

I refer to all cats as cat. There is no need to go deeper than your species.

"Oh… What do I look like if I'm made many cats?"

You know this.

(Note: From here on out Cat can hear you if you make a comment for her or make an ask geared towards her.)

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