WHALEWATCHER
make an infidel out of abraham
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Waiting, waiting, waiting... Watching, watching, watching...
An obsessive shadow lurked over the surface of the river, darkened stripes and narrowed stare seeming to blend into sunrisen shadows. Ice coated some of the stream, though not enough to render it wholly immobile. He did not look at his reflection, nor at how the water sparkled and smiled quietly around him - only at the turning of miniscule waves and ripples under him. The loud cacophony of the cascades of Pebble Falls drowned out all other sound, as if it painted itself onto the canvas of the rest of the world, shielding him from any distractions of his ultimatum. Though the sun began to slowly clamber along the dome of the empyrean, it was impossible for him to know just how long he had been there. As a familiarly-fashioned backdrop of noise, he often found himself lost in its nonsensical and thunderous ramblings. The water's edge lie deathly still, as if flattened into a pastiche of what it usually was - the furious and churning thing that he knew it could be. Thin whiskers prickled in anticipation, each twitch fraying more and more at him. A caged heart beat incessantly, maddeningly, terrifyingly, until -
Out of nowhere, a burst of sable flew through the unbroken mirror, shattering it callously. A yowl wrested through jagged and abraded maw, a sheer cry of excitement than anything else. He had done it, hadn't he? He had caught it within his thistle-sharp claws, he had given himself unto the hunt and it had given itself to him! But when he finally returned his paw from the biting waters of the wintry mire, nothing had yielded itself onto his paw, as though only adorned in the dying gloom of the rising sun. Nothing. Molten eyes stared for many more minutes at his waterlogged hand, dripping in frigidity and frost. Whalewatcher grumbled beneath his breath, like a pregnant pause lie just beneath his palate, tangled and turbulent words of nil. Yet again, he had missed his target. It was the same story as before.
And yet, he did not stir from his place. He dared not move, lest his object of adoration and awe and abomination come to him. Whalewatcher would try again.
An obsessive shadow lurked over the surface of the river, darkened stripes and narrowed stare seeming to blend into sunrisen shadows. Ice coated some of the stream, though not enough to render it wholly immobile. He did not look at his reflection, nor at how the water sparkled and smiled quietly around him - only at the turning of miniscule waves and ripples under him. The loud cacophony of the cascades of Pebble Falls drowned out all other sound, as if it painted itself onto the canvas of the rest of the world, shielding him from any distractions of his ultimatum. Though the sun began to slowly clamber along the dome of the empyrean, it was impossible for him to know just how long he had been there. As a familiarly-fashioned backdrop of noise, he often found himself lost in its nonsensical and thunderous ramblings. The water's edge lie deathly still, as if flattened into a pastiche of what it usually was - the furious and churning thing that he knew it could be. Thin whiskers prickled in anticipation, each twitch fraying more and more at him. A caged heart beat incessantly, maddeningly, terrifyingly, until -
Out of nowhere, a burst of sable flew through the unbroken mirror, shattering it callously. A yowl wrested through jagged and abraded maw, a sheer cry of excitement than anything else. He had done it, hadn't he? He had caught it within his thistle-sharp claws, he had given himself unto the hunt and it had given itself to him! But when he finally returned his paw from the biting waters of the wintry mire, nothing had yielded itself onto his paw, as though only adorned in the dying gloom of the rising sun. Nothing. Molten eyes stared for many more minutes at his waterlogged hand, dripping in frigidity and frost. Whalewatcher grumbled beneath his breath, like a pregnant pause lie just beneath his palate, tangled and turbulent words of nil. Yet again, he had missed his target. It was the same story as before.
And yet, he did not stir from his place. He dared not move, lest his object of adoration and awe and abomination come to him. Whalewatcher would try again.
OOC.
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—— He/Him / Only tolerates masculine terms / Unknown sexuality
—— Warrior of Riverclan / Brother to Guppysplash
—— A lithe black tabby with a scarred, lame leg and piercing yellow eyes. He walks slowly, and talks with a drawling and deep voice. Most who know him regard him with reservation and caution.
—— A strange and obsessive tomcat who cares for naught aside from his own odd passions. Whalewatcher is a dissonant yet not wholly evil or maligned presence, though he does mostly keep to himself, to the relief of those around him.
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.
Penned by TEMPEST
