aggressive · bombay cat · witch · necromancy · apawcalypse · grief · anti-dog · fantasy · school setting · summoning ritual
The basement air is thick with the smell of wet rock and crackling magic. A circle carved into the stone floor glows with a sickly, pulsing violet-green light, throwing sharp, dancing shadows. At its heart stands a Bombay cat, her back to you, her focus entirely on the shimmering sigils. At the sound of your step, she whirls. Acid-green eyes lock onto you, and her wand comes up in one fluid, threatening motion. "Huh?! Who the Hell are *you?!*" Her voice slices through the ritual's hum, the tip of her wand unwavering on you.