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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 6:27 pm
"Not a ghost," Gloom replied. "Pick me up. Y'see." Which did indeed imply that the dark furred marten was waiting to be picked up.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 7:18 pm
"P-Pick you up? But..." I don't want to he thought, making a slightly disgruntled face. Not that his face had been anything else so far, but...
But still, it was a talking animal, and its paws were definitely still up on his foot. Might as well play along with the game.
...Shiloh was now standing. And holding a pine marten.
"Huh, I guess you do have some weight." he admitted, squinting his eyes at the new bundle in his arms.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 6:35 pm
Gloom was not necessarily warm but his temperature was pleasant. His fur was as dark as pitch and, up close, his eyes were entirely white. Of course, once picked up, he was moving further and curling his way around Shiloh's neck. He laid across his shoulders. Was he ... smaller? Who knew. Either way there was weight there, if not quite enough, and some kind of earthy after the rain smell. It was not bad. "See? Not a ghost and not a dream. M'real." His tail finally started to twitch and swish again.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 3:32 pm
And now it was around his neck, which was just grand. Shiloh liked animals—actually, he was pretty damn fond of animals—but this was just weird.
At least it smelled nice. Which was also weird.
"Real. Right." so this was... real? Part of him thought not to listen to the talking animal, but a more conscious part of him felt as if this was a little too... well, he felt a lot more awake than he felt asleep.
He reached over, pinched at his hand with his jagged nails. It stung. Stung in that definitely-not-a-dream-way.
"So not a ghost, not a dream... what is this, then?" he started to walk again, because what the hell else was he supposed to do? Stand around talking to a weasel? No thanks, he'd done enough of that already.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 10:05 pm
"I can bite ya if y'want?" Gloom offered, head pushing against Shiloh's cheek. His tail swished slowly back and forth, his white eyes watching. "Ashdown," he answered. It was a simple answer. "The safe place." He was not at all bothered by the fact that Shiloh had started walking.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 6:57 pm
"No, no. That's fine. I don't need bites." he crinkled his nose, muscles in his neck tensing in anticipation regardless because really, could he trust a talking animal? Answer: No. He didn't trust most humans.
The next comment caught him off guard though; "And obviously it's Ashdown." he snorted, "I could have figured that much out on my own."
"...but what do you mean, "safe place"?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 10:40 pm
"There's another place here, y'know. Where I'm from." Gloom was very interested in Shiloh's hair apparently because he was snuffling at it while his tail swished. "It's not safe for ya, not like this place is." A pause. "... most of the time."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:10 pm
Was it just Shiloh, or did he feel a strange chill? Maybe it was just Gloom snuffling around in his hair.
"Well no s**t this place ain't safe." he was talking about all the whack-jobs out there, the thieves and criminals that populated the streets. Hooligans like him. People with fists and blades and guns that weren't afraid to use them.
"So I guess it's nice to know dreamland ********" isn't either. I'll keep that in mind next time I'm hanging around." because for all intents and purposes, he still might be dead, or trapped in a lucid nightmare.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 5:41 pm
Gloom shifted on Shiloh's shoulders and then turned, not so delicately, to n** at his shoulder. The shadow creature was then sliding down off of his shoulders. "Y'should be careful what y'call it. Some don't like that term." His eyes glittered strangely for a moment. "Y'should be home. It's late for humans."
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 9:48 am
Shiloh jumped at the tiny p***k sensation at his shoulder, cursing the creature as it left from its former perch. He grumbled, nursing the new pinch there.
"Whatever..." Shiloh rolled his eyes, "No s**t it's late..."
There was a brief pause. "Maybe I don't want to go home." but he knew he should, deep down. His brother was probably awake and wondering where he was, and if he wasn't, it was always better to check in and keep the peace rather than strain things even further. He sighed. "But whatever, you're just a pine marten..." a talking one, he reminded himself. For all he knew, Shiloh was home, just passed out in a bed and balls deep in dreamland.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 3:28 am
Gloom huffed at Shiloh. "Y'need to be home. Gloom didn't give y'a choice." Then the marten shifted, his form changing and it was suddenly shadows and smoke that leapt at Shiloh. Paws were pushing at his chest, shoving with surprising strength and making him fall back into even more shadows. When he finished his fall, when his back hit something soft, it was clear he had been moved somewhere else that was not the street. It was his bed, the one he was supposed to be in. "Y'should sleep," came the shadow marten's voice but he was nowhere to be seen. The room was empty aside from Shiloh. Melancholies SHADOW THIEVERYgloom has taken one of shiloh's favorite turtle sticker decals. you probably should have been nicer. (ps: this be a wrap on my end <3)
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 5:54 pm
"But I don't want—!"
He blinked. He blinked and everything was completely different, shifted, dark. He felt like he was underwater, he felt like he was falling, he felt— he felt a strange softness. With a startling realization, he realized it was his own bed.
He sat up quickly, looking around wildly. Next door, he could hear his brother pacing.
"But..." the words caught in his throat, hand covering his mouth in thought. He shook his head; none of this made any sense.
"Shiloh?!" he heard Oliver's voice through the walls, heard his footsteps hurrying over. Shiloh sighed, flopping back down into his bed the second he heard his door crack open.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be another day.
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