moth plush - You know that the mothman is trying to warn you. Like a prophet, you are tasked with relaying the message to others. Can you do it? What's the mothman trying to warn you of?
Mot spent hours preparing for her ritual with her familiar Cathulhu assisting her. The skull was drenched in 'blood' (okay it was really juice and some red wax) and the ring of candles lit and set up around it. Cathulhu stood on the other side of the ring watching and waiting. With a small head nod, Mot signaled her familiar to begin the noises needed for the incantation. Waiting for the right moment she began to chant. As she chanted she got louder and louder, calling upon the spirits to guide her and give her a sign or message or anything really!
She must have gotten so loud that someone else overheard her chanting in the woods in a small clearing and sent a bird or hawk or maybe it was just a flying Soquili that did it.... but something flew overhead and dropped a rock on her. It knocked her clear out and straight into a prophetic dream! The area she now stood in was a desolate wasteland with a fog spread out before her. As she began to wander around a shape rose up to her left. Unable to really make out what it was she headed in that direction until she saw it was a bridge. She started to walk up to the bridge when a figure appeared before her with glowing red eyes. She heard the papery flaps of wings before a low buzzing sound was directed to her. Finally! Someone had answered her ritual! The mothman had heard and was now tasking her with passing his warning to others! She nodded her head eagerly while muttering that yes she would do as they wanted, that she would warn the world of what was to come!
A slimy sensation across her face made her turn away from the mothman as the vision faded back to fog and then darkness. A soft paw pressing on her side followed by some shaking woke her up. She looked around and spotted her familiar looking at her with an amused or maybe it was concern?, look on his face. "Cathulhu! The ritual worked! I have received a prophecy! We must warn everyone we can! A great, bright light is going to descend on this forest catching it ablaze! We must let everyone know so they can flee before it happens!" She quickly gathered up her ritual materials, while kicking aside the rock that had knocked her out, and began to head towards where others tended to gather.
Cathulhu watched with great amusement as his bonded got conked on the head by a well timed rock dropped by a hawk. She had muttered to herself in her unconscious state, something about moths and warnings. When he had had enough watching that he walked over to her and began to poke her, first with his tentacles and then with a paw. He finally shook her awake and listened as she immediately launched into a spiel about getting a prophecy and needing to warn everyone about an impending danger. He shook his head to himself but followed after as she raced off to go warn apparently everyone. (wc: 524)