Flycatcher Downs [M] Was brushing her cat in her black limousine

the unwillingness to keep trudging on in kvarshiem as if he belonged — he belongs no where — keeps pushing him outside their borders.

already, his threadbones remain in their safe outside the claim. he had arrived creating such a fuss and would leave like the hellish phantom he was: without fanfare.

without nary a breathed word.

without anything.

he preferred it that way. goodbyes were only for those he thought would miss him: and that number dwindled.

a familiar scent crosses his path, mixed deliciously with a siren's perfume; and try as he might to avoid it, his paws make the decision for him and he finds himself taking her in with the hazy sort of 'how did i get here' question buzzing 'round his skull.

hello ash paw.