Snippet #1965469

Luka had been suffering from a decade long depression. He hadn’t been having much fun lately and he needed a change. This could be the perfect opportunity. Luka hadn’t shifted from Soileh’s black panther form in almost 2 years, no time at all for a Demon but the desire to return to a form similar to the rulers of this earth disgusted him. He longed to be an ethereal spirit once again. A shadow, shifting throughout time. At least while in this feline body Luka felt removed, omnipresent even. He felt comfortable. Luna’s brand had struck Luka in the same desert where he was born. He was grateful to her for now he could share his mate’s body at will, and she could share his, their thoughts and wisdom forever intertwined like a watercolor.

Luka was the last to enter the cryptic house. His paws bounded soundlessly though the door and up its steps. As he entered the musty attic he registered the faces around him. Three elves, very different, and one enigmatic human figure he knew to be the Serpent; his caller in this game. Luka prowled towards the shadows and rested his body against the cold floorboards, waiting.