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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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The Rainbow Road was indeed a remarkably beautiful place.
All and all, the day was proving to be one of those seratonin spitting kind of days, where the sheer rapture of color was enough to produce the rose tint on a pair of glasses. The sun was only now threatening to peek over the horizon, matching the vivacity of the waters and rocks carelessly carved into the shoreline.
And there; was a woman. A light coat, casually stretched against a rock, writing.. something, onto parchment. Her movements were meticulous, and quick, her gaze reaching forward to grab information and push it into the paper. And as the most subtle of noises reached her newly refined ears, she would turn and raise an eyebrow in that direction..
So birds (or rather, little birds) aren’t always a safe shift. Roger that, Remi.
Having decided it’s probably best to either be a cat or full-on human, Lily ultimately opts for the cat choice, deciding that there are things she can see and places she can go unnoticed as a cat that would be difficult for a woman of her coloring to do. Red hair just sticks out. Normally she loves it, relishes the attention, but today… today she simply wants to explore someplace new. So instead of a lovely woman, there’s a lovely striped cat on the beach, auburn fur ruffled faintly by the breeze and a floofy black-tipped tail sticking up like a banner in the wind, just padding along like it owns the place.
It sees the woman and changes course, coming to stop a little ways away. The cat sits, staring at the other with pale green eyes before opening its mouth for the faintest of chirps.
Hey Mister, you can never own me I only let you hold me
The chirp disrupts Sabriel from her notes, a quizzical disposition taking her face as she looks to the ground. The rhythm of the vents seemed to fade into background noise as she tried to narrow down precisely what she had heard. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, flitting past the cat for only a moment, before her mind registered the displacement of orange against the rocks.
Oh, it's a cat.
Her eyes softened, a bit of a smirk growing from one corner of her face. It's a cat. She watched the creature momentarily, evaluating it's health and demeanor. It just seemed to want attention, adorable little creature, and since she couldn't see any signs of rabies.. well.
She reached down, rubbing two fingers to each other. "Psst, psst, bsst.." she ushered softly. "Here kitty, kitty.." she chuckled. And if the cat approached, she'd hold out a hand for the creature to sniff. Cats were finicky after all.
It is indeed a cat. Or so Lily would have the person believe - but toeing the line between curious, coy, and eager to be touched has never been a problem for the entertainer. No rabies, ringworm, or fleas here, thank you very much. In fact, she goes so far as to now feign disinterest, turning and taking the time to clean a spot on her haunches before paying attention to the woman again. Well, vaguely.
That is, until she makes a gesture that seems encouraging. The cat’s ears flick towards her, nose active and twitching as it cautiously rises and comes a few steps towards the outstretched fingers. Keeping most of her body out of reach, Lily streeeetches her head closer, sniffing at the fingers to digest information. Most of what she smell is Torchline, and the rest is… not human? It makes her initially pull back in alarm, but she quickly recovers as she realizes that yes, she knows plenty of non-humans.
Duh, Lily. Don’t be dumb.
So. She’s Ascended. With the tiniest of meows, cat-Lily buts her head up against the woman’s hand, asking for a pet.
Hey Mister, you can never own me I only let you hold me
