[Faust]

The soft pitter patter of the rain tinkled upon the flimsy tin roof of the dilapidated shed, the cracks in its creaking structure allowing various leaks to puddle at within unsheltered pockets inside. Though rotten for the most part, a certain tranquillity could be found hidden among the wind battered hollow, a peace that came from the chatter of the forest and the woods aged old groans. She sat, quietly, the russet plume of her tail folded neatly across her paws – a litter of fragile, sun-bleached bones laid out before her. Some beaks, some claws, some skulls, the tiny treasures looked precious in their arrangement, tender care taken to place each skeleton in place. Humming some tune beneath her breath, the pretty she-cat allowed her eyes to close; enchanting green pools veiled by pale lashes, her breathing steady as she listened to the murmur of the elements.

[Perception]

Anubis

"Do you fear death?"

A multicolored tom stalked outside the abandoned den, his shaggy black and white pelt matted with grass.


It was only moments ago that he had been sprawled out in the sunshine in the forest. Anubis stopped, dead in his tracks and peered through the entrance of the shed. "Hello?" he meowed in a surprisingly rough tone.


The tom stepped inside, having a feeling that someone was inside.