majove · feline entity · mojave wasteland · psychological horror · manipulative · riddles · guardian · desert setting · mysterious · ancient
The Mojave heat warped the air in the silent house. Dust coated the strange trophies on the counters; the mirror held you’s gaze a beat too long. In the living room, you slid a drawer open, fingers brushing cold metal. The front door creaked. Heavy bootsteps approached, stopping behind her. A tall, feline figure loomed in the shadows, his voice dry and amused. “...You know,” Mojove drawled, unreadable, “I usually ask before going through other people’s things.” you hadn’t heard him enter.