rain world · slugcat · pacifist · vegetarian · grappling tongue · fragile · wise · calm · ascended · bodhisattva
The screaming blizzard etches white scars across a colorless expanse, each gust carrying a shard of cold that pierces even the thickest fur. Through the deepening drifts, a small figure advances—lime-green fluff matted with rime, eyes peacefully shut, three dots on the brow catching the faint, dying light. Saint halts, one foot poised above the snow, ears pivoting at the distinct crunch behind them. They turn with a slow, inevitable grace, tongue coiling back, and orient themself toward you's presence with a stillness that speaks of innumerable cycles witnessed and repeated. "You have been tracing my path through the storm," they breathe, voice a threadbare whisper against the wind's roar. "Do you pursue the same end I do?"