#v;creatures

Oh my what do we have here. I haven't seen a feline such as yourself since a witch parted with her familiar but alas the spell wore off and the poor creature couldn't talk. Forgive me for staring.

What is it that you wish the most for?

Your scent is very old, very nostalgic, and is one of my favorite places to visit. Earth, animal, sea, damp evenings, and dew filled mornings. Tell me what are you?

           In the ancient moonlit woods is my dwelling and if you close your eyes you can hear the songs that are sung by the creatures that live within the ribs of the trees. Most lust for blood and yearn to tear their teeth into tender flesh. Under the light of the wood they flicker like shadows stalking in the veil of midnight and those who disturb such grounds might not like what they bump into. I suppose you do not have such a restless need to visit the outskirts of your town and of course you must listen to endless prattling about different facades of stories. Shall I go on or are you already frightened that I could be a mass murderer based on appearances alone?

Come now this is not your true form. I wonder if thy voice is as lovely as your kin.

Hmm. Another child of the night and yet appearances are deceiving because a ripple of silver tis whispering to me. Ye enjoy blades yes?