Dendemille Mansion || Dawn
Clover 88 || Kolven 68
There was a commotion. Not much of one, nothing drastic, but the cats had grown wary in their travels and the sound was enough to catch their attention. The voices were calm, familiar, and did not provoke panic in the tom as he forced himself to stand up. Gently washing his face Kolven gave one more yawn before moving to investigate. Clover lashed her tail, red eye wide as she watched her brother walk away, but she did not move to follow and turned to continue staring blankly outside.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, the tomcat relied on his other senses to guide him. Following the sound was easy enough, but it was an odd, unpleasant scent that caused him to rouse. Though he didn't know this massive home wandering into the kitchen was enough to return his bearings, and his chittering companions soothed even the slightest inclining of a wayward undead. "Sorry, I didn't know about that. Um, do you think either Maka or Rae would be able to make a hole to bury it in? I'd put it in the dumpster but its way over there by the other end of the fence and those trees over there just creep me out with the faces carved into them."
Sauntering into the room the Meowth made his way toward the window Drake had disturbed. Leaping into a counter top he peered through the glass at the putrid pile outside. "I doubt you've paid for your trash service recently, so a dumpster won't help."
The tom jested with a lazy flick of his tail. "I could freeze it to lock in the smell, though burying it would be the best option."
Clover stared with an odd intensity outside. There was something, perhaps a sensation, a desire, a foreboding sense that kept her singular eye locked on the empty world. What was she waiting for, longing for, needed? Her body felt heavy, lifeless, and tired
. The prior day seemed like an eternity ago, her memories of it hazy at best, but a faint memory of lying in the snow resurfaced. Perhaps, that's what she wanted.. "I don't know what you are thinking but is it something I can help you with?"
The dog's words brushed softly against her good ear, its voice closer than she would have liked. What did it say? Help..
How? What could help her, how could it? Her scraggy tail dangled lashed as she tried to think but the thoughts refused to stay concentrated. "Somewhere, out there... I must find..."
How far, how close..? Something was calling
her but she could not understand it.