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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

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[catposting]

[ the light is a welcome interruption to the uncomfortable silence. he starts to relax, heading toward the opening. ... only to halt abruptly, tail thrashing, tension returning to his shoulders as her words reach him. ]

Whatever.

[ she's trying, but words never helped anyone. words won't change his fate, nor Wangwang's. encouragement won't lead to freedom. the path ahead is bloody, unfair, and full of sacrifice; he'd accepted that a long time ago.

but she'd still helped him. he doesn't like owing people, so... words it is. he glances at her one last time, expression inscrutable. his coiled tail betrays him. ]

... I'll try.

[ to help that foolish puppy that won't let himself see reason. she didn't need to tell him that; he would have tried regardless. it's one of the few things the future ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ devoted his whole heart to. and it's the reason why this encounter will be absent from Blood Fiend's memory. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ had still had a heart. ]

Take care.

[ without looking back, he steps toward the light. ]