[ He extends his hand to receive the soft mess of a shadowy paw reaching from a place where it shouldn't be. All the parts are in constant flux and he's surprised to find its texture like liquid on his skin. Cold and strange, but linked to something (someone) undoubtedly alive. It reminds him a little of a shiki. A creature bound to the spiritual force of its master — but this one is so incohesive as a structure that if that was actually the case...
Brows pinching, he slips his hand beneath the paw as if to shake it. ]
What do I give you to help?
[ To condense these shadows a little more, to give it something more substantial to lead him by. It must be trying hard, right? He can't make heads or tails of the energy it's using to maintain itself, but he can only assume from the persistence of its gaze that the answer lies ahead.
Straight into the Void now descended onto the park, reality warping, bending, beckoning by its will made manifest by their host herself. ]
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Brows pinching, he slips his hand beneath the paw as if to shake it. ]
What do I give you to help?
[ To condense these shadows a little more, to give it something more substantial to lead him by. It must be trying hard, right? He can't make heads or tails of the energy it's using to maintain itself, but he can only assume from the persistence of its gaze that the answer lies ahead.
Straight into the Void now descended onto the park, reality warping, bending, beckoning by its will made manifest by their host herself. ]