whisper, whisper : open, the district + invite

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    Two orbs of dazzling emerald light glistered from the shadowy depths of the land by the border, a constant, bee-like hum emitting from beneath the cinnamon-kissed muzzle they illuminated. The eerie green touch ran its cold fingers over a sleek ivory pelt, each strand shaded of gem and shadow, and an unsettlingly sharp aura looped the figure’s form, if it anyone was able to view it.


    The feline of dusty satin moved about the outside of the territory, numb pawpads nudging rocks swiftly from the path by the summer land. As pelt brushed plant, emerald eyes narrowed, and the figure’s motives were released as one star of business. In her jaws hung a basket of various trinkets, along with bandages and vails of medicine and magic. Some were still, clear liquid, while others bubbled and glowed shades of blues and yellows.


    The basket hit the border with a thump, and the ivory feline lifted her green gaze to the land. “The District, here, to check in and invite you to an event. To be specific, a cave challenge...” she licked her lips, a sly expression seizing her features. “Where you’ll get scared.” The depths of The District’s caves were haunted by simulations and hallucinations of the worst fears of those who gazed too far into the shadow, and they had made a game of conquering fears within. It was a blast.


    // link

    driving the getaway car // open, ally cave challenge


    that must hurt a lot

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / purpleheart of colouredclan & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ The bionic daredevil of a serval approached the border to smile through a candy sucker poking through his perfectly pale and sugar-coated lips at the District member. ”Well, Fright’s only my name. I’m sure I'll be fine. Oh, and the Rift accepts the invitation with love! I’ll be checking it out,” it was a western drawl that the Seraphim boy spoke in and he watched the pale feline and her lurid green eyes with intense interest…that is until he saw the gift basket.


    Frightfur was always happy to see herbs and the like but some of the different coloured vials there he had never before seen. A look of curiosity and shock spread across his face and he pointed abruptly with a paw,”What are those vials? In the basket you’ve brought. His mind was momentarily diverted from musing over the offered cave challenge even though he was sure he hadn’t been inside many caves before and even those had only been ice caves.

    They would have to try hard to scare her. She had faced real demons and beasts of old many a time. A cave trip? Not scary, but different for sure. The female would slip over and take a seat. Looking a Fright as he accepted the invite. Maybe she could give it a go.


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