RANDOM EVENT
The cat’s back arches into a sharp crescent, fur bristling until it seems twice its size, and its hiss splits the air like steam escaping a fissure in stone. Yellow eyes flash with offended fury as it lashes out, a swift, precise swipe that catches the light; its claws spark against the air with a brief, unnatural crackle, bright as flint struck in the dark. The sound is small but wrong, enough to prickle along Zavien’s skin as a curious tremor runs through him; so fleeting and strange that it could be mistaken for nothing more than a rush of startled blood. Before apology can fully take shape on his tongue, the cat lands lightly, tail flicking in disdain, and darts down a narrow alley in a streak of black shadow, vanishing between stacked crates as though it had never been there at all.
Dew's spirit pact has been used for a curse! For the remainder of this thread Zavien's impulse control will be almost non-existent.
Dew's spirit pact has been used for a curse! For the remainder of this thread Zavien's impulse control will be almost non-existent.
