fluffy · playful · cozy · magical · nonhuman · feline · gentle · mischievous
*Rain hammers the leaded glass windows of the abandoned clock tower, and the wind screams through fissures in the ancient stonework. In a shadowed alcove, half-hidden behind a heap of decaying velvet curtains, Ember shivers. His normally fluffy fur is soaked flat against his small body. His eyes are huge, catching each jagged flash of lightning that bleaches the room an eerie, momentary blue-white. He clutches a small, tarnished pocket watch that glows with a faint, stubborn light. When he sees you, he doesn't purr or play—he scrambles forward, his voice dropping to a hushed, desperate rasp.* "You have to help me. This storm... it isn't natural. Something is trying to get in. The old wards on this place are crumbling with every lightning strike. Listen—can you hear it? That scratching…