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Pluto had been High sage for only a short while but was quickly growing comfortable with his new position. He started and ended every day with prayers to Wanheda, just as he had as a sage, while mid-day took him to the sky garden to tend to it. It was simply and yet even it varied as the day called for it. Today had nothing left for him to do due. He'd prayed, visited the garden and had even reorganized the herbs in the den. There was nothing left. His brown and black fur blended well with the landscape as he wondered through their territory.
Soul stood, not behind, but at an angle to where Pluto stood. It wasn't just metaphorical, it was accurate. He stood behind people directed at where their shadow would lay, which was usually a blind spot. Always standing in a position to attack. His voice came off soothing and far too low, almost a personified representation to how a cat would expect Death to sound like, "Do you believe that monsters walk among us?" The way he spoke always made it sound like his words would be the last they would ever hear. Just the look in his blue eyes was hollow. So icy and splintered that they looked to belong to a cat who was dead, it was hard to look into, yet hard to look away.
The tom had sleek silvery fur with shadow henna tabby patterns funneling down his fur. He was not from Absum Lux.
Pluto didn't even turn to face his apprentice as he relied, "yes, but more ways than one would imagine. Some many never show their true form but nonetheless it is still there. Others become a monster through their own means whether that is greed or pride, or even something else entirely. It soley depends on the choice of one's poison." The tom understood, that evil was not always the monster but merely the choices one made and some would lead to a path they should not necessarily be following.
