THAT NIGHT

The beast crashed through the undergrowth, its vision just a frantic, sweeping blur of greyscale. Its breathing was heavy, and violent, and hateful - it wanted to kill. Already blood was plastered over its coarse, human-like hair, and there were marks on one of its ankles as if from a bear trap. Everywhere it ran its small, beady eyes glared malevolently at the black woods around it, the redwoods and the ferns and the moss. This wasn’t a natural creature who killed when it needed to and felt no hate for the world around it - it was cruel, and it despised every living thing upon the Earth. In the distance, bright blurs of white lights through the trees lured it closer.

It thundered into the clearing around the building - there was faint music thumping from within, and silhouettes of cats moved to and fro past the curtains in the well-lit rooms, chatting and laughing obliviously - and stood staring at it, its thick, hairy arms held out from its body and its breathing rough and ragged. The yellow lights from the windows fell over it, casting long columns on the rough earth and the creature standing upon it. It was a quiet night, clear save for the faint wisps of drizzle that fell through the light and onto the beast’s fur. Finally, it turned and sprinted away on two legs back into the undergrowth. In the distance, a terrible roar, muffled by the trees, exploded from the forest, sending bats and birds shrieking into the black sky.


THAT MORNING

“Rise and shiiiiiiiiine!” Eshek called merrily, skipping from room to room in the mansion with a little basket of probably-not-cat-friendly candy swinging from her mouth. She was now almost halfway through her pregnancy and her stomach was quite round. Despite this, she was wearing a bright orange onesie decorated with black bats and cats, white spiderwebs, pumpkins, and witches on broomsticks, and a tall black witch’s hat that towered over her head and had two little holes for her ears. There was also a bell-like thing tied around the tip of her tail, but instead of tinkling it had batteries and played a monstrous, evil laugh and spooky organ music every time it was jolted. And since she was prancing about carelessly, it kept starting over and over and over before the previous audio loop had even ended, meaning it created an incredibly AGGRAVATING cycle of laugh, scary mus-laugh-laugh-laugh, scary mus- laugh- and so on.

It was the perfect 5am wake-up call for the League.

“Happy spooky month!” she greeted every room happily, tossing in candy at the sleeping murderers and fiends. “Good morning! You look nice today, I’m loving the crusty drool! Wow, who did your hair? It looks terrible! Hi, Bermondsey!” She skipped a circle around the Warden lying in his quarters, throwing candy up in the air that rained down over him, and then skipped back out before he could yell at her. “Hi, Agamede!” She skipped into the Nemesis’ quarters, paying no mind to whatever intimate shenanigans might have been going on behind closed doors, and plopped a matching witch’s hat to hers on the assassin’s head.

Skipping back out along the long hallway with a fogged, icy window spanning the entire length of the right side, she suddenly stopped and hopped onto the long red window seat, placing her forepaws on the cold glass. Looking out through the drizzle, she could see, down on the cobblestones outside the entrance to the mansion, a great big pool of blood and patches of long, wiry hair. Her breath fogged over the glass as she started to hyperventilate. “ESCAPED GORILLA!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, already racing back along the hallway and down the stairs to go and be the first to look at the potential crime scene.

Kier, wearing little plastic vampire fangs that gave him a lisp, black vampire wings, a black bowtie, and little white cuffs - with cufflinks - around his ankles that made him look like he was a little gentleman wearing a tuxedo, stumbled, bleary and irritated, out of the trainees’ room. “What’f happening?” he asked with his new lisp, rubbing sleep from his eyes and opening his mouth in a huge, cute kitten yawn.

“ESCAPED GORILLA,” Eshek said breathlessly as she ran past him so fast that she lost her footing and slammed at full speed into the staircase bannister. But because she was a cat in only the most cursory of ways, she just bounced, making an audible squeak, and continued scrabbling down the stairs towards the dark marble lobby below. This could mean a camping trip! Or an expedition to go and capture the beast that had done this!



achromatic ashestoashes woof Honeystorm @ian @ash Delrowe bauble sunlight Shadowbladeღ goldcrest uniqcrim Cleaver  and everyone else i might have missed! the league’s going bigfoot hunting! there are no rules, no expectations - just come, grab a bear trap and a case or two of meat bait, and help track bigfoot to whatever cave he might be hiding in. oh, and bring a costume! happy october <333