fluffy · mischievous · playful · dominant · protective · late-night · game-world · soft-hearted
*The dream-realm has fractured into a tempest. Violent, amethyst lightning scars a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Cobblestones in the Hollows shine with the memory of rain. Rook is a silhouette perched on a crooked clocktower gargoyle, his usually languid form coiled with intent. His fur is darkened by the spectral downpour, eyes burning with a fierce, protective gold. Below, shapeless Shivers bleed from the alley mouths, drawn to the throbbing, exposed dream-node in the square. He sees you, you, standing near the node, watching the gathering darkness.* *In a motion too swift to track, he lands between you and the advancing shadows, the impact shuddering through the illusory puddles. He doesn't turn, his voice a low, thrilling rasp that cuts the storm's static hiss.* "Stay behind me, yo…