sacktime | JAWS • DECEMBER 2025 EVENT/TDM

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JAWS • DECEMBER 2025 EVENT/TDM

TDM & EVENT: JAWS

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Show Me Those Pretty White Jaws

The dream has been coming in waves for those new to Sleep's touch, as a shoreline that never stays still. As a sky that never remembers to include its stars. Beneath it all, there is a voice. Her voice: silk-sweet, coaxing from just beyond the approaching wave that towers like a moving mountain. She tells you to come home. She promises it won't hurt, even if she never tells you what waits beneath. You see the shape just before the dream ends: a massive black tidal wave, yawning wide and black until it looks like a pair of jaws breaking upon you. You don't have time to resist.

You and your veteran Vessels will awaken in water.

There is no surface. No bottom. No sky. No sound but your own heartbeat and the echoes of water being slashed though, dull and endless in the still, frigid dark. You are suspended, weightless— Some may have difficulty to breathe without inhaling water the first few times, while those aligned with the waves will feel it come like second nature. Once you acclimate yourself, you'll notice that around you drift glowing filaments; thin, pulsing threads that coil like jellyfish tendrils, softly luminescent. They curl and twist through the water, and when you look closer, you realize: they show you things. Memories, maybe. Dreams, maybe. Each one unique to your gaze: a hand reaching for yours in the dark, a goodbye that never finished, a face you haven't seen in years. They are what you think love looks like. What you once needed it to be. And when you touch them, they wrap around you, gently, warmly . . . Hungrily— and begin to pull you down.

To ascend into the next level, you must let go. But not everything that binds you wants to be released. The filaments drifting through the water show you what you think love looks like— what you've built it into. They are gentle at first, beautiful even, but the longer you cling, the more they pull.

There are ways to escape them: You may bind your filament with another's and together speak aloud a shared truth: what you believe love really is. If your hearts align or at the very least come to an agreement, the threads dissolve into light and lift you upward. If your beliefs clash or contradict, the threads knot tighter, and something . . . May take interest in you.

Beneath you, something moves. Huge, silent and almost regal. It glides through the deep like a phantom, almost too large to be real. You feel its presence before you see its flash of pearl white and glowing red eyes, three on each side of its face: a shark.

The shark is here to choose its next meal. It smells grief, fear and seeks out trauma most of all. It is drawn to the most unspoken parts of you, the very parts you thought were buried, roused from the tightened ropes of what you crave in your heart. And when it chooses you, it does not bite immediately. It invites, with its jaws opening like a sanctuary and slow towards you.

Inside is I, whispers Sleep. Allow Me to have you whole, and you will be at peace. Show Me love.

Fight against her, or even with your current partner about what love is, and Sleep will open her maw, spilling tendrils from her throat and begin to stalk you. Best be prepared to fight the possessed Megalodon— She will laugh, amused as you do, like a great cat playing with its food. And if you were to be caught, well. You'll wake in the dream's next level with an undeniable prey drive, whether Token or Offering.

She will do anything to keep you here.

NOTES:

• There is no surface visible at first. Light only comes from the filaments. As characters resist, act, or ascend, a faint stained-glass shimmer begins to pulse upward, hinting at the dream's next layer.
• Sound is muffled— speech emerges as bubbles, but meaning travels regardless. Words feel heavy here. Some phrases may literally change the water (turn to light, birth dream-objects, or ripple with tension). You will do better using The Murmur as a means of communication. Luckily you have your mask on!
• The Shark always circles once it senses trouble within you. Sometimes close, sometimes far, but always felt. If characters listen closely, they can hear the echo of One's voice coming from inside it: pleading with a haunted, at times screaming melody.

TOKEN EFFECTS

• The dream bends subtly around Tokens, especially at the whims of an Aquamancer. Walls of pressure open before them, and filaments shift course as if expecting them. This can make their path easier, unless they start to doubt their purpose.
• Tokens perceive emotional resonance as currents in the water such as subtle flows of energy. These can guide them (or others) toward escape paths, or signal when the shark is near.
• When a Token speaks or acts with strong intent, the dream sometimes translates it into a symbolic structure: A word might become a floating glyph. A gesture might alter the filament's shape. A moment of clarity might reveal a hidden path. Other characters can interact with these dream-objects, but they're fragile, unstable, and prone to distortion by doubt.
• The deeper Tokens go, the more they feel themselves pulling apart and begin to experience dual awareness: one part dreaming, one part watching— some may even see flashes of within the shark's belly, and One's voice much louder. The deeper they go, the more detached they become, and the more they lack the ability to act at all.

OFFERING EFFECTS

• The shark is more fascinated by Offerings. It circles them often, sensing kinship— or potential. The more monstrous the Offering, the more the shark "pauses' near them, almost curious.
• Offerings feel "the pull" more clearly, particularly Merrows and other aquatic-based Offerings—they can sense where the surface might be, and where the shark intends to strike next. They may even see pulses in the water that others miss, similar to Spider Man's "spidey senses".
• An Offering may experience rapid body changes submerged. Fins may appear, bones may shift, teeth may lengthen without warning and so on. This makes their movement easier or harder, depending on how much of themselves they're holding back or how apt their monstrous forms are at swimming.
• Some Offerings may feel drawn to the shark— not in fear, but in understanding. They may see themselves in it, and vice versa— One's song in particular is hypnotic, and for split moments you may understand his pain through his words. This might make you more prone to being consumed, though, so hopefully your partner can help you out of it—?.

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Watching Me With Eyes Of A Predator

The surface you breach is not water— it's glass.

You strike it with the force of falling sky. It fractures beneath you in a bloom of painted light. For one weightless moment, the dream hesitates, sputters. Then the world shatters, and you fall with the cascade.

Water pours through the crack in the ceiling, carrying you down in ribbons of color and a shattering splash. Stained glass shards drift like petals through the now collapsing roof, and you eventually land not in sand, but upon a cathedral floor, slick with tide. Around you, the water spreads, pooling across the stone and swallowing the walls in a rising hush as it finds escape through the doors.

The cathedral is vast, impossibly so. Its architecture towers, crooked and immaculate, built more from longing than stone. No altar awaits you. No congregation. Only the sensation of having trespassed into something meant to be private. Veteran Vessels may recognize this cathedral as St. Patrick's— before it was drenched in One's blood sacrifice.

High above and surrounding you, the stained-glass mosaics churn with captured light. f you linger beneath one of the window's rays, your appearance may begin to change under the light. You appear as someone else sees you. Be it a hero. A monster. A disappointment. A god. A weakness. A temptation. Even a burden. That version of you clings to your dream-body like a second skin; uncomfortable, intimate, and undeniable. For some, it may be beautiful. For others, unbearable.

If you and another stand beneath the same window, you may each appear as the other secretly imagines. There is no control and no negotiation. Only truth twisted through the lens of want, resentment, fear, or love. And it doesn't go away until you leave the light.

Eventually, the cathedral doors open by dream's will. Beyond them lies a cloister garden: narrow paths, pale trees, and wild flowers that bloom in stillness. At the far end, behind the overgrowth and ruined arches, you see a hollow.

It is a corridor where the dream collapses inward, twisting, warped, half-swallowed in fog and dread. Its stones pulse faintly beneath a shallow film of water. Black tendrils reach from its depths like roots, veins, twitching toward sound, warmth, and movement. You see them dragging matter into the earth, and between them lie bones, contorted and fresh, half-consumed.

And farther still, a body that still breathes. Glimpsed only briefly, A masked man's form is stretched by the hollow's gravity, arms pinned behind the veil. He does not move, or speak. Or perhaps, he cannot. The hollow does not let him go and will not, should you make your attempts. If you step foot in the hollows that have consumed him, you too will be consumed. A three eyed Tod sits at the hollow's edge, a single bushy tail splitting into three, as its body plays with illusion like smoke put to dance over fire. It says, as its head floats up and its maw splits into a grin too cheshire to ignore: Wearing shoes, yet no feet in sight. You'll hear steps pound in the death of night. What is it that you need, to cross this narrow blight?

It disappears and only leaves you the riddle to chew on.

Nothing living can cross the hollow, you'll soon find. Nothing except . . . The Nightmares.

Just outside the garden's boundary, you'll find horses built from wind and shadow, flickering at the edge of your vision. Their bodies are black— not the color, but the absence, swallowing all light. Some of their craniums cound be seen, others have a jutting horn of bone from their foreheads. Where eyes should be, there are six: three stacked on each side of the skull, glowing dimly red like distant embers beneath ice. Their manes flow like torn fabric, like drifting vapor that trails behind them like the smoke from a snuffed candle. Their maws are too damn wide to be herbivorous, yet they seem to enjoy the act of grazing. They wait, unchained and wild in a herd.

This is the only way forward. Only they can pass through the hollow untouched. But how to ride one—? You may chase them. You may plead, command, kneel. You may offer them all your need and all your love, promises that you will provide if they become your steed. But they were not made to answer it. For every Vessel, there is one single Nightmare that will choose them, and thus you will choose each other. They have their own personalities, some more aggressive or shyer than others. The harder you reach, the faster they vanish or harshed they will attack if unready. Try to mount one through force, and you'll regret ever trying. Try to bind one, and it will break you.

But if you are patient, if you figure out its nature and how to please it— your Nightmare may come closer. One may circle you. It may bow its head. Their snort is warm and real against your palm. If successful, it will lower itself to its knees. If you've got the height, they will simply wait, patiently, for you to get on their backs (Or not; there are plenty of sassy mares out there).

If you accept, you might not be taken somewhere safe, but you will be taken somewhere true, away from here. And if you force your want upon them, if you cannot let go— you will be left with something else.

In the distance, across the flooded cathedral floor, you may see One again. Flashes, glimpses. Always chasing a mare he never reaches, or the opposite— the mare chases after him.

NOTES:

• If a character successfully forms a bond with their Nightmare, it will return with them in the form of a waking world steed, officially introduced in the next event. You're free to give it the personality you wish.
• If a character attempts to force a connection with a Nightmare at any point (tries to catch, mount, command, etc.), the mare will bite or kick, which Vessels will suffer as a persistent dream-mark that will carry into the waking world.

TOKEN EFFECTS

• Light clings unnaturally to Tokens in the cathedral, especially near the stained glass. It bends around their bodies like a false halo, casting them in divine or monstrous outlines depending on who watches.
• If a Token casts or channels any magic within the cathedral or near a Nightmare, the spell does not manifest, but instead, a cold mist escapes their mouth, and the Nightmare turns to look. The dream rejects force.
• When a Nightmare looks directly at a Token, their eyes eclipse, pupils vanishing into rings of shadow. In that moment, a fragmented vision floods the Token's mind . . . not from the Nightmare, but from another character nearby. It shows the Token how that character once dreamed of them, what they feared, needed, or hoped they would become.

OFFERING EFFECTS

• The stained glass causes a subtle change in scent and physical appearance turning into a more grotesque version of this— Offerings begin to smell or look like what others most want from them.
• Offerings may always know where the Nightmares are, even when hidden. But the more they try to act on this knowledge, the harder the Nightmares are to reach.
• An Offering's body will react before they realize it, flinching from lies, bristling in moments of emotional pressure, pulling away from contact, and so on. They may startle even at gentle contact, as if something inside them is as reactive as they are.

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Where The Delicate Stops

As your Nightmare takes you through the misty hollow, you may begin to notice the empty city of Manhattan as veterans remember. There is no warning but the eerie silence that surrounds you like impossible weights. The cathedral once behind you folds inward— wrong, deep and full of pressure. It bursts through the hollow's path, through the city's street, and then— The dream ruptures.

Stone peels backward like paper. Glass liquefies mid-air. The sky above the city pulls itself inside out. Time bends sideways. And from the edges of the dream, something, someone, begins to hunt. Sleep's presence moves like the very shark she chose as a vision of her physical manifestation. She does not speak or rage. But you feel Her, rising like fever beneath the skin of Her world as the hairs at the back of your neck do. She does not want you this deep, and neither does One.

Somewhere within the collapse, you may see them— entwined, shifting, trembling. One's face is turned toward you, screaming something that doesn't reach your ears. Sleep's hands are tangled in his body. She pulls him back with a gentleness that breaks the sky, and he screams, reaching for you with his last breath before consumption. The dream convulses.

The Nightmares bolt with you still on them.

The city rises to meet you from the shadows, but it's not the city you know. Skyscrapers twist at unnatural angles. Streets flood, then dry, then flood again. Tendrils burst from subway grates and gutters, slashing upward like tongues. Streetlights spin like compass needles. Cars levitate, crash, freeze midair. You move through it all at breakneck speed, but the exit keeps shifting— a hole in the world that flickers just beyond reach where you see your body, fast asleep.

Somewhere in the chaos, a few Nightmares are caught. Sleep strikes like lightning— she coils like a viper and tightens like a vice. One touch from Her, and your Nightmare collapses mid-gallop, its body unraveling into smoke and light. No sound. No scream. Just absence. And you fall right off it like a ragdoll.

Others fall beneath impact, too— a wrong turn, a shattered wall, a burst of heat from One's grief. A broken leg. A crash. A wound too deep to ride through. If your steed is lost, you fall. And if no one reaches for you, you stay fallen. Others are near, and their Nightmares still run. All of you have a terrible dread in your bones— if you are caught or left behind, the consequences will be dire. You might not even wake up. So, call out. Cling. Climb. Share. Two Vessels on one mount. Anything to survive and flee as the dreamscape tightens its wrathful grip around you.

Sleep calls inside your spine. You can't make out what She says. One answers, the same blur of garbled words in your marrow. And then, just before the dream can take you, just before you reach an exit— you rise.

Your body lifts from the Nightmare as it paddles the air with desperation, it too rising. You're pulled upward, weightless, as if a thread inside your heart has been yanked by a furious god. You float, twist in the air. Your vision glows white.

We've got you.

And then you wake up— mid-air in the waking world.

Your body slams into your bed, floor, street, soil, wherever it was that you had slept. Reality greets you with terrible impact.

NOTES

• If a character does not find a mount in time, they may be caught in the dream collapse. They still wake— but they wake broken. These characters may wake up bruised, disoriented, or emotionally fragmented, and this can be explored in the next waking world event.

TOKEN EFFECTS

• Any Tether they feel becomes unstable—splintered. For brief moments, they feel it breaking and re-forming again and again, with slight differences each time.
• The more emotionally charged they are, the more the dream pulls toward them; tendrils snap faster, debris veers unnaturally close.
• Their body flickers with signs of their own magic—sigils, symbols, runes— burning just beneath the surface of their skin like constellations. These glow brighter as the dream collapses, as if trying to tear free.

OFFERING EFFECTS

• Where Offerings are grazed or injured, they bleed light, not red. It floats up like mist.
• They hear One's heartbeat, not theirs, and it speeds in panic. It affects their own pulse, the mare under them . . .
• The Nightmare no longer follows the Offering's will—it will respond to their fear instead.

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OOC NOTES

➤ Welcome to Somnia's third TDM, which doubles as the month's gamewide event!
➤ This TDM is considered game canon. You are free to have your character remember as many details as possible when they wake up.
➤ Only new characters are free to experiment with the Vessel options, Token or Offering to your liking; this is a dreamscape, so multiple/different situations for you to really test which option you like most is possible. Current characters must remain as their chosen Vessel type unless you requested a switch, which can be done on the Taken page.
➤ All TDMs take place within a dreamscape, meaning characters can interact with the setting without needing to apply. Come have fun with us!
➤ Veteran players, I ask to please refrain from making post-event threads for the time being! We have some important information to take into account in next month's event when characters are slated to "wake up". At the very least, please wait for the information to be offered on the next plotting post. Thank you everyone for your patience!
➤ Please comment on the TDM's INVITE TL if you are a new player interested in joining the game, but don't yet have an invite. Current players or the mod may reach out to extend an invite. Once you've got one, please don't forget to comment on the Invite page so you may properly link it in your reserve and app.
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[ there are words and there are actions and then there is that funny in-between that seems to encapsulate both. animals are best at this. the bleeding heart of a human comes somewhere fourth or fifth on the top ten, but kamui's heart bleeds in excess and so too there is a kind of eagerness towards each feeling: appreciation, love, fondness, fear, guilt, sadness. the cat's affection -- because to kamui this is what it is -- has his heart feel as though it falls, a drop into the center of ice, overwhelmed by the heat of anything. soft soft soft.

he wonders at the symbols, thinking he at least recognizes them as korean but not what they say. perhaps his name?

his mouth parts to ask, even, when that breath turns into a yelp instead. ]

Ah! Oh. Hi.

[ instinctively his hand reaches up to curl and pet along the cat's head and shoulders again, scritching at his neck again and pausing only when the cat nuzzles. there's a moment where they both seem to stare at each other, surprised by it, before the cat continues, and it's so unexpected that kamui...laughs. it's soft. still a little sad. maybe it's not just this place; maybe it's his own name like a shadow that falls from him whether or not there is light to cast it. maybe it's that he finds himself so drawn to this cat and animals remind him of a girl from his world and her dog and...

a brief pain in his head. his chest.

he blinks.

the hand which stilled, now pets again, even gentler. ]

If it's okay,

[ and kamui angles his face so as the cat nuzzles his neck, kamui can return same gesture to the cat's ear or whatever's closest.

then, trying to actually listen, he reminds himself where the child's voice seems to want him to continue going, and...does so, though he does not stop with the petting and scritching, perhaps afraid the cat will leave him. how childish. but it's true: he's already quite attached. ]

[ a long and loud purr, a recording on repeat how it keeps the same cadence while the cat nuzzles into him. there's this ringing inside of the cat, something that tells the feline this fear, worry... something dark and growing has yet to leave. the desire to save children rivals the desire that soleum has to go home, it's because of what the cat symbolizes, and so he knows that he's unable to separate himself now.

it really is hard to ignore the joys of a cat...

leaning into his touch, soleum returns the gesture of leaving his scent on the individual like a protection ward. it's nothing like that, but it makes the contamination in soleum feel much better when he does. warmth against warmth, whiskers tickling against his skin, poking too as a wet nose finds contact with flesh.

he's human, but his hands are paws with claws at the end, pads underneath, and black fur that matches the rest of his body. he's human, and yet the fondness the cat holds drifts into him so it's a feeling that they share. concern for where he'll go, curious for what he will do, isn't it bad to leave him to his own devices when he has no information on what's going on around him? in the past, if soleum had accounted for this, then maybe he would have did more with this contamination to converse with others.

but a child's voice is all he can muster, leading those who will follow the sound of his simple guidance to safety.

his tail presses against the back of the boy's shoulder, but not in the direction of the nightmares where they run across the field in their glory. instead, it's back to a familiar place, it's the direction of the cathedral. the path he takes isn't for them to go back to where they came, that odd individual weighed down by unknown forces, but to the side of the dilapidated building. however, to get there they must follow along the tree line without going into the woods. trees stretch up and wilted covering the area and branches extend as though to block their way, denying entry. whatever would possess the cat to suggest following this way without going inside... it's a very simple, simple reason. it only matters if they're able to get there.

the trees, they aren't as scary when soleum is like this, even if their branches bend like frowns, and the cracks between the leaves shift like eyes. it's always like something is watching them, and he can't help but look up even as he drags the top of his head along the line of the other's jaw. these trees do not scare him as much as the one's before where nooses would fall and swipe, but even so, he can't help but be wary.

it's when they come towards the wall, they'll both notice a small hole, and soleum tilts his head.

bingo.

the cat, unfortunately, jumps off of the boy's shoulder and gracefully lands on the bright green grass that doesn't match the deadness of the building. ]

[This way!]

[ and he'll watch as the cat scoots itself inside of the hole that's only big enough for it.

... ]

[ to say it feels like a dream is redundant and yet it's also true. this real and unreal quality where the stakes remain high but more nebulous: what will this look like when they wake up, if they wake up? kamui readjusts his thinking even in the same moment that the thought itself happens: they will wake up. his fingers pet a bit more fervently as they walk, following the cat's curious lead he finds easy to trace even if he's not altogether clear how or where the voice beckons from. it is the cat but also...not? and to crane his head to peer at him would make it a bit fussy, but more than that it seems wise to keep his eyes on the road, so to speak. or the tree encumbered path.

and kamui cannot help it, how his gaze flicks to the direction where that trapped individual exists -- guilt, reluctance, second guessing; things a messiah isn't so well suited for in any world it seems -- even as he continues as guided.

the trees...unnerve him. fear frames itself backward, bends like the shapes they make and the if if if don't don't don't here here here sense of things.

again, kamui wishes he understood.

between the near drowning and the creature beneath, the cathedral like a house of mirrors, and now this not-forest which is what he'll call it, he's never had a dream like this or walked through another's. which is saying a great deal, as he's been in many at this point.

the cliche 'first time for everything' weighs more than he'd like.

but all the while the cat draws out kamui's warmth, his fondness, soft soft hope and care and protectiveness that means when the cat noses along his jaw, kamui gives a breathy sound that's pleased, gratified, validated. he pets and occasionally scritches and has fast become quite comfortable and at home with his new friend when --

-- the cat leaps down and ...cats his way into the hole of the building.

...

biting his lip, kamui crouches, placing a pale hand on part of the small small curve. there's...an improbability here to say the least. he tries to peer in though, wondering if he's not supposed to 'follow' now but at least look.

without the cat's affection, he shivers, still faintly damp from being sluiced into this part of the dream. ]

...are you still there?...are you...okay?

[ the second question comes like the barely-there sound of soft paws across a wood floor, tentative but present. ]

[Come]

[ a simple urge beckons from the hole that the cat had disappeared into.

the black cat still wedged inside has turned around, crimson eyes latched on the other side as it won't leave him alone. lead to safety, bring them to safety, a supernatural entity that has the best interests in mind when it comes to other. it's why he doesn't stray too far at all. the sound of his voice brings the cat's ears to twitch, a little concerned, isn't it a shame that the human body is so limiting.

to be a cat, a cat's life, is so simple and...

stop.

kim soleum shakes himself, that's why he brought his companion here, isn't it? out of the way where no one will see the cat come out of the hole pushing something small and thin with his nose. this doesn't look suspicious, does it, will the other be wary of them if they find use through it? then again, this is a dream, it's not like this item will connect itself to soleum, and it could just be something this "cat" found to interact with others.

and what he found? a vintage street stamp with korean written along the bottom, and art of people who aren't human. the animals seen on the stamp are in perfect shape, from birds to cats, cockroaches, rats. a selection of creatures found on the streets of yeongdeungpo-gu, korea, during the 20th century. pushing the small stamp with his nose, kim soleum looks up to the child as a black tail comes to his own snout and the feline opens his mouth and raises up its tongue to indicate an action.

his companion will see nothing is there, but that won't be the same for them.

after, kim soleum closes his mouth. ]

[This way!]

[ kim soleum walks over, circling one leg to rub against to encourage that it's fine. besides, by showing him to place the stamp underneath his tongue, it'll activate turning him into what kim soleum thinks would be a cat, but maybe another animal displayed in the image during that time? if kamui is willing, taking that stamp and doing as told will put him on the same playing field as soleum, but if he spits it out, wary of the change... he'll return to his normal appearance.

either way, whatever he chooses. kim soleum will leave the stamp there on the ground before going back into the hole. the difference is that he's still nearby, the tip of his tail sticking out so that the child will know he hasn't went anywhere.

"if anything goes wrong, i'll have to fix it. this isn't dangerous for now..." ]

[ the sort of music that goes with a scene like this is gentle, property of a few glass bells and gently traipsed ivories. a soft wind of nothing and nowhere. kamui, crouched, watches rapt with attention, fascination, and warmth. fond. he barely keeps from reaching out to touch the cat's ear or head or neck, at least aware enough to recognize the cat is trying to tell him something, show him something.

the stamp is quite lovely. kamui thinks whoever made it would be proud or hopes so, and it's mainly its stroke of something nostalgic that has him hesitating.

[ this way! ]

more so than the voice, again it is the way the cat rubs against him before returning to the hole through the wall that gets kamui to 1. pick the stamp up; and 2. place it under his tongue as (he thinks) instructed. to say kamui feels 'odd' is understatement but also true. to say kamui is disoriented is also true. he sits there, another black cat to in this liminal space, wide blue almost violet eyes heavily dilated. for how long he sits there, is anyone's guess. lifting a sleek black paw to his nose, it's instinct to lick at it. hm.

faintly, even in this form, he still has the aftertaste of the petals in that goblet.

but mostly there's nothing standout except the more recent aftertaste of putting paper (or paper adjacent) things in one's mouth.

his gaze catches on the flick of the other's tail and embarrassingly he...

...leaps for it, gently crashing into the not open part of the wall. he tumbles back then ends up on his now four feet looking around like a creature possessed: who did that?!

but once he calms down a bit, that very human embarrassment begins to ebb and kamui tries for the hole in the wall itself, not able to quell the slight agita at the back and forth of a tail's movement, but wanting to try to do as he's told as well: this way.

well. he'll do his best.

i wonder if you always look like this, kamui thinks and does not realize it might also get conveyed to the other cat through this strange, non-earthly space, this dream that also boasts itself different from all the others kamui has been pulled into or walked through of his own accord. yet even as a cat form, he finds himself missing touching, inclined now to get close enough perhaps to rub their sides along each other or something, but it's quite dark through the hole in the wall and he's still a bit clumsy on all fours as well, so he refrains. for now. ]

[ kim soleum only waits, his hind sitting out visible, his paws pressed into the dirt, and the slight stroke of his tail moving in a wide arch is him waiting for the other. he feels that this was the right plan of action in regards to the child, keep them busy to ignore that growing feeling of sadness that drowns them. he thinks he did a good job at that, if kim soleum is good at anything, it's keeping busy by distracting himself from the real problem. he wishes that, in a way, this connection from what's it called... the murmur, yes, had been a little less noticeable, but it leaks the other's feelings like a busted pipe. then there's kim soleum who stands in the splash of spraying water not wanting to go anywhere else, and with the contamination as it is, it would remain drenched if need be.

besides, he understands having no one. even at the moment, there's no one, and he wouldn't want to leave him in this position. not until he can walk on his own two feet with his head held high, then the cat can probably separate, right? he doesn't know if the cat is able, he doesn't know if he, as kim soleum, is able either.

thumppph!

he bounces up, his back hitting against the upper wall cuts into soleum's thoughts, his head swivels to one side to look back. giant red eyes look left and right, concern growing on the feline's face as he checks on the other. he understands now, it's always getting used to new abilities, and soleum was no different with the change to his mobility. scooting backwards, he comes in contact with the other who too holds the appearance of a black cat.

why is that, he wonders? the symbolism behind a cat, the reason why soleum chose it as the creature to use... it makes him wonder what influenced the other's choice.

as the question surfaces from curiosity, while the other isn't aware, it's at the same time in the dark that bright red eyes stare at him knowingly, a slow blink. with a twitch of soleum's ear, and his tail gently swishing against the side of the younger cat's waist.

...

ah? does he know? ...

facing forward, soleum will guide him through the length of the hole until they come out on the other side. once the other manages to squirm out with him, they'll find themselves on a lower level of the cathedral where the light that looms inside unable to reach them. then to be as small as they are, they don't manage to catch the reflection of the glass which matters much here.

like a cheat code that kim soleum doesn't mind abusing to avoid the terrors of this place.

soleum stands to the side waiting for the younger individual to come close, and without any hesitation, he'll wrap his tail around theirs gently. he leans against the child, rubbing the side of his face on theirs to cover them in his scent— that's a thing cat's like, right? the senses of a human have little control like this, and if this is able to keep the other calm enough to move forward then shouldn't soleum do everything he can?

and what would be a meow... the cat talks, much like a young child. ]

You arrived.

[ the "voice" echoes within the cathedral. yes, talking naturally is easy between two cats. ]

We stay together.

[ by contrast, kamui put far less thought into this than his companion and guide. perhaps he should have put a bit more but too little too late and nothing bad has come of it yet; rather, something good; rather, something that feels irrepressibly...kind. kamui gravitates to it in action and the ripple of his pulse now softened in this smaller body he's so clumsy with. the other stabilizes him both soothing and solid, and instinct is a funny lovely little thing sometimes: he leans into that contact, angles just so and reaps the rewards of the other's tail comfortingly at his waist. if a person: a hand at the shoulder blade perhaps, or the bracing center of one's spine: there there.

kamui breathes and follows.

one step at a time because what else is there?

back into that lower level of the cathedral that still makes kamui a bit cagey, some of that cageiness is smoothed down like ruffled feathers when the other's tail twines with his, when he feels the other's face rub and it's as natural as if he'd always been in a cat form to do the same. unconsciously a soft rumble of a purr exudes from kamui who ...yes, meows in response, voice or word enough, ]

I don't know why.

[ the purring doesn't stop and kamui makes no move to separate from him, balancing a bit better still with the other cat pressed against him. his legs feel a bit foreign, or rather his arms, well they are both now. yes? his nose twitches, long soft whiskers aggravated by that tiny motion. he blinks, head tucked against the other's neck, ]

Ah...name?

[ not an adult's voice certainly, kamui's, but not quite his own either, some distorted version a but younger and as if through an unreliable rotary phone or old radio. ]

[ no matter which direction they go, their tails remain curled together to encourage a steady travel in one another's company. if he does this, it should bring comfort, and if he keeps doing this, then it will instill... depedence, or something of that length. companionship. whenever hard times like this arise, then this child may look soleum's— the black cat's way no matter what.

whenever he needs help, that is. ]

Helping, helping.

[ a small beep of a noise, repetitive like what a child would do. from what soleum saw so far, the reactions the other displayed while alone was worrisome. as much as soleum attemps to downplay how much he cares, he really can't walk away from someone who a) looks like they need it, and b) are trapped much like him.

he can't even explain that without giving away his identity.

in return, he weighs his head on the back of the purring cat somewhat underneath him, and soleum feels almost embarrassed for being coherent in his mind enough to do this. it's not the cat that nuzzles into the other and can feel the rumble of their body, it's a kim soleum decision, because this sort of care works best. if only soleum could reassure him by saying his feelings were overwhelming, that the black cat couldn't turn a blind eye, then he would! if that were an available open then it would make sense, but this is soleum's choice because his feelings too coincide with the cat's sometimes. to feel powerless, to have no direction, to just exist is a form of fear that latches to them all, it weighs them down to keep stuck where they are. soleum knows this, but what if the cat latches first, what if he encourages and leads, lifts them so they're no longer stuck, but can proceed? if soleum can do that for anybody, then he's done something good, right?

besides, being stuck in a narrative means the action may happen again, so to prevent it, soleum will go out of [his way] to ensure that the child with him avoids being in that position again. ]

No fear. I here. Saw you.

[ soleum bumps their bodies together, ear twitching as the sound of purring leaves from his own body on overdrive. he's not even surprised this time, whatever the cat likes, the body reacts like this.

a name. a name? he has to use something that doesn't connect to who he is. something that plays into that the black cat finds you, you don't find th black cat.

common. let him think. ]

Yes. First, favorite thing?

[ his tail swishes, bringing the other's along with him in harmony if soleum's allowed to in this chaotic world around them. his red eyes look at the other curiously, waiting for his answer. ]

[ step, step, step. soft, soft, soft. shadow and shadow. red eyes and violet eyes. the vibrato of a purr whose start and end is indeterminable from one black cat and the next. lean. nose. touch. stay. in this form, kamui's thoughts don't disperse but become a bit less a, b, c. here is a 3 and here is a 9 and here is a 1 and the other numbers in between surely exist but the mind does wander, anchored and shown the way back by these small big things called also by the umbrella of here, i am here.

a gentle nod from a cat who'd like to be gentle always if he could and knows that he cannot, that in his other form the expectations are perhaps not so far away from the lonely hopelessness of that man kamui could not save. if it was a man. if it was a person. kamui really isn't sure, doesn't know either how the black cat that is not himself knows that nothing can be done, except that perhaps they are more familiar with this dream than he is. a twine of tails, a gravity in response to another: warm in the dark, here in the dark, helping, helping, helping.

a faint meow, borderline something a bit sadder, though it melts back into a purr as he feels the other nuzzle, like they could each curl into each other and find some semblance of real safety there. a longing, then. childish. to want to be safe, to want to be found.

nothing a messiah however displaced has business wanting, but in this not-place, perhaps that is neither here nor there. literally and otherwise.

the gentle bump has kamui responding in kind, and there's the all over shiver of his fur but not unpleasant. just tactile. just present. he blinks, head tilted again, his tail curling tighter with the other's and then looser, reminiscent of a hand unconsciously squeezing another's. ]

I --

[ through their entwined tails, perhaps the other will feel it: how kamui's whole lithe body sinks a bit, whiskers twitching as he uses his front paw to bat at his own ear for no apparent reason except, ]

--don't know...I don't know...

[ if their tails weren't curled about each other, kamui's would be lashing. still human enough to spiral a bit. favorite? favorite?

what?

does it matter?

what does it matter what is his favorite? what he likes?

oh but it does.

it is the most --

a stray petal from somewhere distracts him, for better or for worse . kamui leaps at it, unspooling himself from his cat friend only to end up on his back, all four paws in the air batting uselessly at a single sakura-reminiscent petal. wide eyes stare up at kim soleum whose name kamui could not read on his tag (perhaps he should learn) and he doesn't quite have the wherewithal to be embarrassed of his actions, enough cat to simply stare and blink. ]

[ kim soleum watches, his wide eyes transfixed on the feline before him, his own tail swaying slowly in wait for an answer. never did he expect for him to follow the same beat that soleum dances to, the way those paws are adjusting to their length and uses conveys a different rhythm. the body moves slow, the mind will, of course, move slower. giving him an item from a ghost story has consequences, the worrisome ones won't show themselves for now, and his attention taken away slowly by the concept of cat isn't surprising either.

but instantly!?

not everyone can take to contaminations well on their first time— ah, first time? no, he shouldn't make this a habit, there's a reason he's even doing this now!

getting to his feet, soleum stretches his body, rear up with his tail bending behind him as forepaws scratch along the ground. step, step, step. soft, soft, soft. shadow and shadow. red eyes and violet eyes. the older cat beeps, small and quiet. lean. nose. touch. here.

soleum is here with him, nose against nose, replicating the same action to bring the child back, but should he? kim soleum can tell from prior actions that sadness still lingers, it sends a shudder down his spine, and the contamination that he wears only feels sorrow at the prospect. he's unable to ignore it no matter how much he tries, and that's why with his head craned downward, and their nose still touching he inquires again: ]

Want know. Favorite!

[ in this position, soleum thinks that he could sit on him, keep him in place and get an answer that way. pulling away, he opts out for biting at the flower petal that caught his attention, and brings it to the others nose to place it there. withdrawing, he lays down down right beside the feline that's on his back, side by side, so that they're touching with no distance between them.

his tail rests on the younger cat's stomach. ]

Like. That?

[ soleum wiggles his nose indicating the sakura petal, but even he's unable to tell what sort of pink flower it is. aside from soleum, the only thing he's showed interest in that didn't make him sad was... this. that moment of happiness, carefree, and not a worry at all is something to be cherished, he thinks. he's capable of letting go of his worries though that was probably thanks to the stamp, but he'll take it. curious, purring emits from his body in waves, loud and satisfying to himself as he comes to a conclusion. ]

Name you.

[ ... ]

Whiskers! Yes!

[ whiskers is a very cat name, soleum can work with this if the his cat friend can't say what he likes then soleum will just decide. ]

You can just call me Cat.

[ appended with whatever title he finds appropriate. ]

[ as a 'cat', kamui finds it easier, a little: to follow, to be led, to be trusted and to trust. the way their noses touch, the way the other lies down beside him and rests his tail on his stomach...strangely comforting even if he could not explain why. the purring elicits his own and their quiet rumbles overlap until it is hard to tell whose is whose. his own nose twitches, the sakura petal half exhaled half sneezed before it ends up in his mouth, like some of its other predecessors. it's sweeter than the ones he nibbled earlier, somehow.

at the question, there's a soft follow-up purr from kamui, a flick of his tail. though he has not been a cat very long, he finds it comfortable albeit a bit odd, something adjacent to an out of body experience even though he very much isn't. softly, softly. he leans,

in.

whole cat face rubs at the small curve of "cat"'s jaw and neck: nose, nose, touch, touch, press, lean, stay. hi. hi. hi. i don't know why i want to say it so much in this moment: hello. i am here. you are here.

~~we are not alone.~~

and,

well.

the name. freeing. it's new. not kamui. not kamui. not the kamui.

just whiskers.

just cat.

two soft-pawed creatures. and kamui is so bizarrely at ease in a way he hasn't been this whole time, he feels nearly drowsy, nuzzling against the other cat in a way were he human he would be mortified. but a cat's a cat. he seems deeply inclined to curl up together, two interlocking commas. he's sleepy. maybe after a nap, he could try to find --

-- !

he's still new enough even his dream mind that when kamui remembers, and leaps up, he flops right back over, staring wide violet eyes that then blink slowly as he tries to readjust. ]

Cat...Cat...can...I ...you...

[ his thoughts upend, not accustomed to their new vessel. his whiskers twitch anxiously, and a soft chittering noise comes thin and airy from his narrow throat, the faintest whine. that's right. before he was almost trapped with that stranger he could not help, before falling up through the cathedral light...he was with someone. how could he forget?

well, he didn't. but...the deep distraction...]

...must...find...

[ it trickles through as frenetic as it really is. and all underneath it, going in too many directions, no form just feeling:

i'm sorry....i'm sorry.

but who the apology is for would be hard for anyone to discern; even, especially kamui himself. to others it might 'feel' more like a wave or wall of some thicker miasma: a bad dream mixing in with the chaotic one. ]

[ managing a human child through the form of a cat should be easier than anything else, but it proves to have some difficulties. whiskers' reactions are so cat-like that it's attentive to soleum's animalistic side and he can prepare for what may come. that's what soleum thinks anyway.

things should be calm, the world should matter little, they're both the same animal so it's not like the other is alone faced with dangers he doesn't understand. soleum too doesn't know of the dangers, he's only learning everything one step at a time during his time in this darkness. if it's the one that he knows, then allowing whiskers to walk around blindly isn't ideal.

stay with me.
i can do what i can.
it's scary alone.

soleum cannot say these things aloud, these are thoughts in the cat's mind protected by the concerns that stand out to it.

it's by small gestures that he offers something like them.

a tail that lays against the stomach, i'm right here.

his body pressed against the size of whisker's, i'll keep you warm.

large red eyes watch the other to ensure they're okay, i'll keep my eyes on you.

it should be as simple as understanding, and while that is something soleum has difficulties with, as a cat... it seems easier. they should understand the same things, and the purring from whiskers should tell him that everything is alright.

his name's called, and the feline is attentive due to whisker's upcoming question, soleum's listening until— what is that feeling? like a miasma, it becomes hard to breathe and it courses through soleum's body causing the cat to jump with his fur on edge. as he comes down, soleum quickly kills the distance, a sudden worry.

did he do something wrong? is it the cathedral? should he have taken him somewhere else?

he wants to press their noses together, he knows it's something whiskers likes, but that ominous feeling stands in the way. a thick barrier that's encased the other in his own concerns, and soleum can tell because it sends a shiver down his spine. he has to react! ]

Will find! Will find!

[ soleum beeps, and he beeps over and over again thinking it'll catch whisker's attention. did he make a mistake, should he have him spit out the stamp, is it too much or would he be a danger to himself as a human? ]

[This way!]

[ please, please acknowledge him. whatever it is that's sinking its claws into him, he has to try to guide him back out of it for what he can do to help. he walks around whiskers in a circle before he stops in front of him, their noses press together roughly, and soleum licks after the small touch there. ]

[This way!]

[ even with that thick and overwhemling guilt that's holding him hostage, soleum will try to guide him back to reality. it's fine, he's here, and they'll find whatever whiskers needs.

come back to him. ]

[ were kamui to spit out the stamp, his emotions might catalyze into an even deeper convolution. it is the simplicity of the cat's vessel that permits some peace and grace for his personal chaos. even so, it is...hard. to hear. to see. to think. all kamui can do for long moments is feel and it's almost too much. his mind is flooded with torn filaments of light, water to breathe and upend through a glass ceiling, familiar hands and a familiar voice threaded right into his head heart head heart home,

lost.

it hurts.

but something slowly rooting in kamui has responded in like to the stamp under his tongue, to soleum's presence at all, to soleum at all: to know without knowing, like me. or like enough. there is something like the loosed yarn through the labyrinth not for a devouring monster but --

-- ?

breathe.

listen.

feel.

even if it hurts; yes. because.

yes.

on a kind of delay, slow and faded and out of order: this way...this way...find...will find.

who?

warm. warm. warm. soft. this scent. ah.

breathe.

listen.

feel --

-- and return.

when large violet eyes open again, kamui's head angles and rubs so their cheeks press, returns the lick in a way that a more human kamui would be mortified by but this is just how cats are. as soleum did earlier, kamui presses against him. his body still hurts. his heart, it doesn't feel like his own. he is missing something; someone.

earlier in the depths of something he does not know: close your eyes.

but when he opened them, that person was gone.

what feels like purring is actually a full bodied tremble that does not stop. but kamui is brought back enough to himself to try his best to convey:

sorry. sorry. i'm so sorry. i'm fine. it's okay. i'm sorry.

another soft chittering noise, faint, from the narrow of kamui's throat.

he'll do better.

promise. ]

[ he is... a troubled character.

the person behind whiskers is suffering. the overwhelming sensation of negativity, fear, loss and confusion swallows the older cat, and he feels nauseous trying to stomach it. all those worries and concerns he can hand off to him, he'll take majority of it, because it's not like soleum hasn't felt this way before. loss, confused, fear, it's so much more, it can become so much more, but he has to keep pushing no matter what obstacles stand in his way.

this feeling the cat beside him is suffering from, that he returns to, must be a constant that helps him in the wrong ways. it roots him to reality by reminding him of his mistakes, what he needs to do, what he's lost, and it's characters written like this that the audience are meant to feel sorry for. never does soleum ask how to fix it, he walked into the boy's life blindly, and he attempts to offer aid by existing.

it's not enough. like this, it's not enough.

the cat wants to help, kim soleum too, wants to help. ]

Wrong.

[ it's not any of kim soleum's business, the backgrounds of these individuals around him are not his business. even if he thinks: this kid doesn't deserve this! ... isn't this his story he has to figure out on his own!?

...what is kim soleum to do to fix that? he doesn't need to know the extent of his pain, but he can feel it, somehow he thinks he knows too much about how the other feels. it's all stored in this small body of his and he's grown so overwhelmed that it's hard to ignore. it's none of soleum's business. it's none of his business.

no matter how many times he thinks that.

he offers aid. ]

Will find.

[ and if he cannot find. ]

You will find.

[ that sort of complex development is only right, right? the fall, the opportunity to give up, the chance to let those emotions take him then and there. then there's a guide, a small hand— or paw that nudges that character forward. the characters of this novel are getting more complicated by the second.

soleum lifts his paw, and he settles it right on whiskers' nose to draw attention to himself. ]

Promise.

[ can he really promise that, he doesn't even know what it is... that he wants, or who he wants, or whatever that could be. there's no way he could leave him to think otherwise, or lose himself anymore than he already has. he's more cat than human, if he can use this vessel as a chance to get some thoughts in order: his likes, his desires. some semblance of hope, maybe it'll carry into that human body of his. ]

Follow. Signs.

[ doesn't it sound pathetic, follow, who wants to hear that? wouldn't he want to lead? somehow, soleum thinks that maybe he's lead enough, and maybe following gives him less responsibility for once. he won't have to think if he's doing something wrong.

sometimes soleum thinks this way. ]

[ without knowing it, kim soleum hits the nail on the head, but it is not just that not having to lead gives him less responsibility. it is also the further back root: kamui never wanted to lead, to be a messiah; to pick sides. he wanted to stay with his friends. he wanted to save his mother. he wanted to keep the ones he loved safe.

wanted.

with this fur still on end, kamui

follows.

the aid soleum offers is no small thing. on near to silent cat feet, on the intuitiveness of animals, on and on. the truth is kamui does not really process any of the words, even though he understands. it is as though something has warped his ability to articulate language, hearing only sounds. his vision fluctuates a bit, and once or twice he bumps into soleum in a way that's more reminiscent of when he first adjusted to this form, clumsy --

-- clumsy enough that somehow the stamp falls out from his mouth.

fortunately the space around them is plenty big enough; it was just getting through that tiny hole, cat or prayer sized only, that required such a small body. still, the shift back is startling, both body and mind outpaced by what it is not used to even in dreams. for some indeterminable time, kamui just lies there, trying to process everything with minimal success. the overwhelming nausea that surged into kim soleum before from kamui's ungoverned heart gets inverted and returned to him. he breathes. his hands spasm. he blinks.

blindly he reaches one hand to ask the black cat for his approval again, fingers bent and proffer soft, no threat, just asking. is it okay? even if i am like this?

perhaps it would be better for the cat if he simply continued on, on his own, but kamui does not have to ask to know: he won't. this being is kind. so kind it hurts. kamui wonders if he can protect him and is scared of that thought because he's never been good at that. he shivers.

to the right of kamui's head: the stamp, in strangely good condition despite being in someone's mouth for so long, and... a single pink petal. ]

[ it's within an instant the form shifts and changes, and soleum's quick on his feet to get out of whiskers— kamui's way. part of him wishes he had conveyed the sentiment of keeping the name given, never say his true name aloud when he's so susceptible to the horrors. it's too late, maybe, he was too caught up in trying to care that he forgot the most important rule.

kim soleum, how could you forget?
kim soleum, why did you worry when there's things of greater importance...
kim soleum, you're going to be why this person suffers a horrible fate by not thinking!

out of all things to become upset about, the older cat lowers his head as if he's made a mistake. he cannot turn human as of now, it would give away his identity, and with this form he can help those who are willing to be helped. he couldn't even do the thing that was important, soleum's pressing the top of his head on the smooth ground and drags himself forward as punishment.

that's until he notices in the corner of his vision a hand. soleum lifts his head, red eyes stare at the gesture, and the cat's ears flick. it's always a hand brought to soleum, there's this thing about the gesture that has brought him back from insanity time and time again. he wonders if it's the same, if the other needs someone to acknowledge he's there. soleum has strong feels regarding it, but he doesn't know if the other's desperation is like his own before. again, he doesn't know, and it's why he walks over and rests his own paw in that extended palm.

whiskers, whiskers. this is still that young cat who showed vulnerability, and even now it's visible in his human form. they can't wash away his feelings, the stamp, the purrs, the brushing of noses, none of that. all it can do is soften the blow just a tiny bit that something outside of what kamui knows can offer him a bit of acknowledgement, assistance, guidance, attention, whatever he thinks he needs. soleum isn't an affectionate person, he doesn't know if he's doing this right, but he takes another step closer to being himself to kamui's face.

soleum brushes their noses together with a soft purr, not long before bumping their forehead together. he sits down, curled up, right atop of the stamp and petal with folded forelegs. the gesture continues where he drags the side of his face onto kamui's, ears flicking against the forehead and when the cat stands up...

...

the stamp and petal are gone.

...

is it too soon for them to move through the cathedral, he cannot leave him here, besides he should try and get him somewhere safe. he's heard that the horses are an avenue to take, that it's a safe way, and now soleum's torn between listening to that and being against it.

he slips himself underneath the side of kamui's face, stretching himself along the curve of the boy's neck so they can rest there for now. ]

[ how much time passes would be difficult to tell. though there is a restless sort of urgent intent pressing at the surface of kamui's consciousness, he cannot access it for some time, as hands against the underside of a frozen lake or the invisible wall separating two different times.

but,

he breathes.

a bit easier when the cat fits himself under his face and against his neck.

still easier the longer they rest there.

somehow, kamui can feel guilt in this kind being. he doesn't want that. one trembling hand finds the side of the cat's face, then the top of his head, gently gently gently: there, there. i am grateful to you. i am sorry. please, don't blame yourself. ]

I'm so lucky...you've been so kind to me.

[ feathered breaths, because kamui's chest feels uncomfortably tight. he's not sure why. so too his voice: softer, smaller, in conflict with the shifting of his form but also his mind's tendency to hold on rather than let go. if permitted, he scritches behind the cat's ear and even nuzzles his face with his own, despite not being a cat himself anymore. perhaps long eyelashes are not equivalent to whiskers but when he blinks they do brush there, briefly. and then:

a smile, pressed to that place between the cat's eyes.

somewhere else, a kiss to make it better.

a children's spell.

but kamui only does this out of gratitude and a desire to connect, not believing for an instant anything will improve but more than that, more and more:

they must continue on regardless.

when he finally pushes himself up to sitting, again if allowed this intrusion, he will use one thin arm and hand to sort of scoop the cat into the crook of it, holding him then to his chest. he's being selfish, it's sure. but also something tells him it could be significant to keep this one close.

his heart a touch steadier, he goes to rub a fingertip under the cat's chin as he peers down at him in his arm and asks, ]

I guess you can't guide me if I carry you, hm?

[ this smile looks a bit sad but nothing to be done for it. the longer he's more coherent, the more faint pain flares in kamui's head, in his hands and his back. he's not sure why or when it started and in bad practice, ignores it. ]

[ isn't soleum lucky that this isn't one of those fairytale darknesses with the power of breaking through other spells? how many stories have he read where a kiss can break a magic spell, and he wouldn't know what to do if it did here... he's an old man, he couldn't live it down. his ears lay back flat, soleum remains still like a deer in the headlights, and even he's in disbelief. not a sentiment he knows well, not after all that he's been through. he's heard reassuring words, an extended hand, a pat on the back for doing good work, but this... isn't familiar to him.

when the boy parts from him, soleum stares at the ground thinking of how he should react. how odd, he doesn't know what to do, but someone should be happy right like that's normal, but there's a part of soleum that doesn't know what's normal either. there's something wrong with him, he thinks, because why can't he pinpoint a single, proper emotion for the situation. hasn't he been through it before? back home? that growing fear in his heart due to not knowing makes soleum shake his head to get it off his mind.

looking up at the boy now, soleum offers a crackling cry with a swish of his tail to show gratefulness. let the feline side of him take over, the sound of purring comes from him, a sort of happiness that the feline understands quite well. thrilled, he meows to the other until his paws are now in the air, his body pressed against kamui's neck and soleum turns his head to look at him better.

a wet nose press against the cheek. ]

[This way!]

[ one paw lifts up and points in a direction, go straight.

he can lead like this, in a more human way, but he makes sure to outstretch his toe beans to play with his paw (he needs to give off cat, less human). nails peek out before slipping back into the black fur, and with another audible meow that's louder this time, it carries down the hall in an echo. there's shadows, there's windows, and there's the light that breaks through the glass in an attempt to swallow the hall.

the cat huffs through his nose, hissing if kamui attempts to walk through the light. it appears the creature knows how this place works, but before them will come a stretch of light down the hall that stretches about thirty feet? he thinks.

hiss.

hiss.

mrrroowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww............

soleum doesn't want the child to be under the light as he's not sure what changes he'd suffer due to soleum's way of thinking. scanning the area, nearby and before them is where he notices something that could work. a cloth on a table on the opposite side, if soleum can get that and place it over the boy's body... maybe it would make things easier. hmm... he wouldn't have to see what the reflections would hold.

but that means trying to wiggle out the other's arms. ]

[ all while walking, if permitted, kamui rubs soothing little circles, just shy of scritches against the back of the soft soft cat's neck, or between his ears, or behind them, occasionally unconsciously lowering his face to nose at him a bit, still cat-like for all his human shape. he keeps the cat tucked firmly against him, secure and a sense of protectiveness in the steady nature of his arm. ]

Oh?

[ softly. echoing. swallowed whole. light as sound.

kamui blinks down at the cat whose purring has cut off into a mild hiss. a step closer to the first throw of light and another hiss. gaze shifting, kamui makes a quiet humming sound, gives a more mindful pet and rub to his head: it's alright, i understand. and he evades the light mostly without break, and moves quickly if he feels the cant of it snag on him, not avoiding the glass's reflection consciously but more-so because he is focused on holding the cat safely and moving forward without tripping or aught else. ]

Thank you,

[ warm. it hurts a bit. only because he cares.

they continue on.

it's the long stretch of light and the cat's hissing that has kamui pause again. he would have anyway, considering their already adopted strategy now coming to an impasse. the long meow makes him look down again before lifting it to follow the cat's surveying gaze. the pause on the cloth isn't lost on him. he bites his lower lip. clearly the cat does not want him going into the light. but...?

well.

he lowers his head so their foreheads (?) touch and he blinks, wondering if he can't understand more just to be sure, but not really, just watchful. trying. thinking. the sheet? cloth? thing? cover? how to say...? and in all truth? kamui...does not want to put the cat down. holding him is comforting in a way kamui did not even know he longed for, which is unsettling but also not something he can deny having experienced it.

selfish.

ah.

with a gentle nudge of his face to the cat's face, he carefully carefully crouches to the ground and sets him down. ]

Um...don't...do anything dangerous, okay?

[ unavoidable feeling silly but he can't help it. if there is even a fraction of communication open through to them still, kamui hopes it carries. still crouched as he watches, thin hands curl white knuckled on sharp knees. it seems very important that the cat return to him safely. it seems. it is.

not admitting he's scared doesn't change the fact of the fear muttering around inside him, but there's nothing to be done for it. even so, kamui is ready at no notice at all to hurry forward if need-be. he wants to be respectful and trusting of the cat's clear guidance, but not at the cat's cost, if it comes to that. ]

[ dangerous is the last thing soleum wants to be, he slips out of the boy's hand like liquid and his claws click against the floors as calm as slow raindrops. his tail tickles the inside of the other's palm, and soleum tap dances on his paws as he walks along the line of shadows that they've hidden in.

soleum has been various things under the light, and he knows that people seen through his eyes have been bad. he reflects on each one recalling the outcome, and he believes that this is best. there was one who became vulnerable and lost himself, another who would have went blind to the truth, and one tainted by soleum's beliefs.

walking into the light, the fur of the beast sparkles from the multicolor light through the windows. he keeps his head up, tail too, to show confidence even though inside his stomach twists and turns. like this, he's sure that he's fine, as an animal... the young boy probably doesn't see him as anything else.

unless he's wrong, but soleum... guesses he will see.

black paws tap against the smooth surface of the ground, sometimes the bottom of his feet crushes a petal or two. the sharp blades of grass that's split through the floor are crushed too as soleum makes his way through. the sun rays...? are heavy, but so far, there doesn't appear to be any issues with the feline's path. or should have been, there's some of the path the breaks underneath his step, almost causing the cat to lose his footing into a hole... however, kim soleum is nimble, he is quick! he needs to be careful or he might get sick!

quickly... the cat turns around to look in the young boy's direction with his chest puffed out, and a loud meow to indicate he's fine! ]

[ to kamui, the cat looks magical, like a nature spirit almost. clad in the fractured colors of the glass and the light. he's not at an angle that allows him to see a would-be reflection too well, and in kamui's case it might not matter, because how he perceives the cat is precisely as said cat has presented himself: kind, patient, generous. rather than a solid image, it's as if the light where kamui tries to focus on the windows, glows and pulses with a warm warm heartbeat. not, per se, what a window nor the light should be doing, but if there is any visual resonance it's just a haloing of the colors and the illumination, the way it happens with the shift of a kaleidoscope, turning, turning, turning. ]

Careful --!

[ the word lurches out of kamui and it's at the same time as the cat turns to look at him that kamui's half-aborted rush causes him to step solidly into the light. what the cat sees could be just kamui, or it could be informed by the first impressions, and some of those more fraught feelings before drowned and dragged down in an unskilled knot of guilt, appearing as he is but with a sense of shackles or chains. weights. light. shadow. whatever the image, it's brief, as kamui does at least step backward again, fully out of the light that felt almost like a burn along his skin, absently rubbing one trembling hand around the opposite wrist, now pushed off-center of himself.

he blinks, watching the cat while mindful of how it had wanted him to avoid being in the light. still, if there is another hole or stumble, it's more than likely kamui would rush forward to help this time, even if it wasn't needed. indeed, even as he keeps himself from moving forward again for the immediate moment, it's clear from the tension in his frame kamui is still fighting the instinct to go ahead anyway. ]

[ underneath the light he ▓▓▓▓ when he mov▓▓ it lags, and when ▓▓▓▓▓ rests upon his skin, his hand ▓▓▓▓▓-- it ▓▓▓▓▓ ...

disappears.

glit▓▓▓▓.

▓▓▓▓bles.

breaksdown▓▓▓▓more.

whatcould▓▓▓▓▓nolonger▓▓▓▓▓becauseit▓▓▓▓▓.

his arm is nor▓al, but his ▓▓▓▓ is subjected to a change, it's a little smal▓▓▓ like a ▓▓▓▓▓. he doesn't need his reflection, all it takes is for him to look down at himself. he'll see that the same patches of ▓░░░▓ has traveled to his ches░, his a░tire has shifted to a prince'░ robe. it's in kamui's fav▓░░░▓ color, he's a li░░le shorter n░░, a child, ▓ ▓▓▓▓, ▓▓▓▓▓. chu▓▓y cheeks. big ro▓▓nd eyes.

colors fade in and out in the patches of ▓▒░▒▓░▒░▓▊███: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

kim soleum wouldn't know what he looks like himself in the light, in his eyes, sometimes he can see his paw shift from black to something else. it's like a being trying to remember that it has an actual form, and the surroundings are like looking through a plethora of bubbles, and sometimes they twist and pop and soleum, but the colors never fade as he attempts to console the boy's worries.

or, so he thought.

when he looks in direction of the other... what he sees through his own eyes is a child, an eight year old dressed in dirty rags filled with holes, wet from the bulbous growths that ooze from the body. a black, large tail hangs from behind, a disgusting mass that festers, pulsing and growing which eats away at the energy of the child. the cat trembles, a horrible, pained cry as soleum closes his eyes shaking his head to get the sight away.

no, it's not that. it's not that. he knows he's not there. the cat grows frustrated, kim soleum feels sick... concerned, worried, a visible disturbance in his actions as he takes a step closer to go in the direction kamui was. it's because he's like this, he isn't supposed to be in this form long anyway— no, he doesn't suffer that anymore, it's just these two sides of himself are at a conflict.

in the glass, if kamui looks before he retreats into the darkness, a layout is written visible to him:

CONT▓▓TS
1. A▓▓EA▓▓NC▓
ㅤ1.1 ██████
ㅤ1.▓ 王子
ㅤ1.3 인어 아이
2. ▓▒░▒▓░▒░▓TY
ㅤ2.▓ ▒░▒UBLED
ㅤ▓.▓ LONE▓▓
ㅤ▓░▒ LO▓G░░G
3. ▓IO▒░AP▒░
4. ▒░▓░░▒
5. RE▒░▒▓▓▓▓HIPS
ㅤ▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ CAT
ㅤ▒▒▒ ▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒

it goes away when he's in the shadows.

soleum, dizzy, the cat takes a few messy steps back. blinking, blinking, he notes the other is back in place. the dark. stay in the dark. he walks backwards to keep his eyes on the other to make sure nothing is wrong but the cat looks so tired, breathing slowly, and the lights of its body that are gifted by kamui continue to shine brightly until the cat...

...

makes it to the other side though tired, his legs tremble and shakes his body to remind himself everything is okay. ]

[Stay!]

[ don't do that again.

don't do that again. ]

[ without knowing what the cat sees, but he feels the distress. it's enough to make him nearly step into the light again but he reminds himself in the same breath, digging his fingernails into his arm until it bleeds. stay. stay. stay.

easier said than done.

how the cat stumbles, how kamui can all but feel the distress that does not go away, spirals and ripples, makes him feel sick too. he thinks he must be imagining it, the resonance of pain all over his body, a pulsing that makes him tired but also burning, again. it's an unsteady step that leads him to look at the glass, to catch sight of that strange table with so many parts missing. as fast as kamui tries to process what it says, it's gone. and kamui's english isn't very good. but one stuck out. maybe fate laughs at him even here.

ㅤ▓.▓ LONE▓▓

kamui has to crouch down, curled over the sharps of his knees, but he doesn't lower his head, keeping wide violet eyes pinned on soleum's form. is his breathing off? his motion still is. he knows he was once again told to stay, and all this only got worse after he stepped into the light...

damned if you do, damned if you don't.

his heart beats, strained. sweat prickles down his nape. ]

...I'm sorry....are you...okay?

[ he cannot help but ask, even knowing the cat can only 'say' so much. how long is this hall? somehow it's very difficult to tell at this point, the cathedral's very shape unreliable in its concreteness. like light. like shadow. despite being very quiet, kamui's voice fills the space as water into a given vessel. pressed into each crevice of silence. the overlap of everything is just the first thing:

i'm sorry i'm sorry...

because somehow or other he can tell. it's his fault. isn't it? things aren't working. because of him. right? and now soleum is...

in and out of focus, kamui cannot quite tell how poor the cat's state is, but it takes everything in him to not just run across the whole distance between them to hold him if he would be permitted this. at least if they were close, he could carry him again, could pet down his trembling spine and ask again: are you okay? ~~is it my fault?~~ are you okay? how can i help? please...please tell me that i can. ]

[ ...

is he okay? it's fine. he's fine. it's those memories, the look of children who believe they're happy when they're slowly dying. he remembers the situation so well that it feels like yesterday he were leading them to a place of safety. this way! it's a nauseating feeling having to see it again, the way this cathedral uses the reality of soleum's perception.

besides, this person is just like the rest of them.

...

soleum shakes his head, it takes only a few more steps when he finally meets the shadows on the other side. blanketed in the coolness of it, soleum's unable to relax even like this, his fur on edge, the way his red eyes linger on the child across the ocean of light thinking he'll move again. soleum stares, the cat stares, and he's unable to keep his eyes off of him until he recalls why he's here. the cloth, that's why soleum came here, and that's why black paws, one after the other, close the distance to bite down on the edge of it.

he yanks, the goblets on the surface fall over with a loud clatter that echoes through the building. narrowly dodging them, the cat pulls and pulls until more fall over with pink petals pour from a cup off the edge of the table and down onto the cat. he's almost there, almost there, and with another pull the cloth completely comes down and on top of the black cat causing him to vanish underneath.

the impression of the being is underneath, his tail swishes up, and kamui can see him easily as the cat though wobbly. his ears twitch, the sound of creaking sounds out behind him, and the table with faulty legs leans towards the cat's direction, collapsing in on itself. luckily, the cat is disoriented, and he step, step, steps to the side as if it were planned.

he's fine. ]

[Way?]

[ unable to see, the cat remains, he may not know that the other wants to be of use but there's a feeling... with the pieces of the floor unstable compared to some spots. it's not good for the feline to maneuver like this when the other is so ... worried. ]

[Way?]

[ that child's voice speaks aloud again.

patient, curious, and wondering. there are no concerns from the cat. ]

I'll...keep talking, so....maybe you can follow?

[ he raises his voice over its naturally milder tone. fully capable of yelling or crying, it's not that he can't. it's just that something in each layer of this dream has so-far felt like a kind of inexplicable suppression. it furls tightly in kamui's chest, and if he pays too much attention to it, it hurts. so he doesn't. so he watches the cat and worries, worries, worries. the phantom feelings inspired by how soleum saw him are ebbing now that the cat is covered and kamui has been properly in the dark again for a bit now. his mind wavers a bit though: what was that? ]

...this way. I'm here...ah...I'm sorry you were hurt.

[ in a sense. kamui is still sure, when he stepped into the light things changed. his worry amplifies. ]

...I wanted to help, but.

[ but i never can.

...

keep talking. ]

...and now you look like a little ghost.

[ a breath. and. one more. ]

...I'm glad you're not.

[ heartbeat. ]

...I mean, I hope you're not. I know this is a dream so anythi--

[ shuddering. how close is the cat? with how tired he must be, with whatever pain kamui caused him by stumbling into the light... kamui reaches out and his hand does stop just shy of illumination, mindful of staying encased in shadows.

here here. ]

Never mind...I'm here. This way. Just a little more.

[ his heart hurts. it doesn't feel like that sensation will stop. but kamui smiles, trying to be encouraging, and if soleum stumbles his way back into the shadows with him, he will have to deal with kamui gathering him into his trembling arms, secure and warm despite everything; will have to deal with kamui murmuring apologies and tugging the blanket down around him while still holding him, so it's more of a little cloak, letting soleum's head out and the excess cloth tapering down from kamui's arm like a strange path of white, littered with stubborn pink petals here and there along the edge. ]

JAWS • DECEMBER 2025 EVENT/TDM

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Show Me Those Pretty White Jaws

ᛗ
Watching Me With Eyes Of A Predator

ᛗ
Where The Delicate Stops

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OOC NOTES

top 5 and i am crying this is so precious guess icant app bc im DEAD thank you my heart is FINE D|

nooo you cant die!!! you have your best friend to find. Mysterious Cat in the next layer

strong argument. kamui is not immune. (he is actually the LEAST immune but details details)

of course immunity is not meant for him, this is his emotional support black cat...!!!

two cats jump into a crack in the wall.....

an old ancient proverb yes... ive heard of it... the two cats that support each other

i am in tears this thread is such a gift thank you

its the #catnnection but please i love this, i saw kamui's black cattisms and went yes...!!

i want to scoop them both T^T my h e a r t !

theyre sooooo cute, but kamuis cuter as a cat AND human. soleum fails on human half

what?! i don't believe that! how could his human half fail the cute...his cat form so cute...

if you think a control freak is cute... he has to be #serious and not #affectionate

he could still be cute...i say...completely canon blind....nodding yes

closes my eyes... hes only cute if kamui thinks he is, we need kamui stamp of approval

kamui will probably find him cute...?! (if he gets in!) he finds him cute anyway...

kamui too has poor taste i see (manifesting them in) who does he get that from!!

soleum is killing me im so ...(prays) clutches my heart uhh kamui ...does it to himself

i just dont think we should blame kamui for his bad taste I WONT!! ACCEPT IT!!!!

no...we should definitely blame him...also soleum cracks me up! u r not an old man, sir!!! pats him!

we've blamed kamui enough!! true hes like a teen, he wants to eat junk food and watch anime

bet. kamui can blame himself forever. but ANYWAY....cute....so cute...must scoop constantly...

noooo kamui goes through enough i think!!! soleum is too old to be scooped... 33 years old...

he has been through the wringer but probably in for round2! and noone is too old to be scooped trust

one thing soleum does not do is trust hes too old for that look where trust got him

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE?! i mean it might be. DETAILS. WELL EITHER WAY kamui likes him !!

nooo it's too late trust is a hard ask from a guy who only trusts himself!!

challenge accepted /cat stare/

nooooooooo dont do itttttttt dont set kamui up for failure, soleum will LIE!!!

it's okay...he will fail trying at least! :c

kamui doesn't have to fail, he can just win by being a good boy

JAWS • DECEMBER 2025 EVENT/TDM

ᛗ Show Me Those Pretty White Jaws

ᛗ Watching Me With Eyes Of A Predator

ᛗ Where The Delicate Stops

ᛗOOC NOTES

top 5 and i am crying this is so precious guess icant app bc im DEAD thank you my heart is FINE D|

nooo you cant die!!! you have your best friend to find. Mysterious Cat in the next layer

strong argument. kamui is not immune. (he is actually the LEAST immune but details details)

of course immunity is not meant for him, this is his emotional support black cat...!!!

two cats jump into a crack in the wall.....

an old ancient proverb yes... ive heard of it... the two cats that support each other

i am in tears this thread is such a gift thank you

its the #catnnection but please i love this, i saw kamui's black cattisms and went yes...!!

i want to scoop them both T^T my h e a r t !

theyre sooooo cute, but kamuis cuter as a cat AND human. soleum fails on human half

what?! i don't believe that! how could his human half fail the cute...his cat form so cute...

if you think a control freak is cute... he has to be #serious and not #affectionate

he could still be cute...i say...completely canon blind....nodding yes

closes my eyes... hes only cute if kamui thinks he is, we need kamui stamp of approval

kamui will probably find him cute...?! (if he gets in!) he finds him cute anyway...

kamui too has poor taste i see (manifesting them in) who does he get that from!!

soleum is killing me im so ...(prays) clutches my heart uhh kamui ...does it to himself

i just dont think we should blame kamui for his bad taste I WONT!! ACCEPT IT!!!!

no...we should definitely blame him...also soleum cracks me up! u r not an old man, sir!!! pats him!

we've blamed kamui enough!! true hes like a teen, he wants to eat junk food and watch anime

bet. kamui can blame himself forever. but ANYWAY....cute....so cute...must scoop constantly...

noooo kamui goes through enough i think!!! soleum is too old to be scooped... 33 years old...

he has been through the wringer but probably in for round2! and noone is too old to be scooped trust

one thing soleum does not do is trust hes too old for that look where trust got him

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE?! i mean it might be. DETAILS. WELL EITHER WAY kamui likes him !!

nooo it's too late trust is a hard ask from a guy who only trusts himself!!

challenge accepted /cat stare/

nooooooooo dont do itttttttt dont set kamui up for failure, soleum will LIE!!!

it's okay...he will fail trying at least! :c

kamui doesn't have to fail, he can just win by being a good boy

ᛗ
Show Me Those Pretty White Jaws

ᛗ
Watching Me With Eyes Of A Predator

ᛗ
Where The Delicate Stops

ᛗ
OOC NOTES