#((something a bit lighthearted compared to mallew's current plot))

[tragicquartet]

Closed Starter: Looming Shadow

@icangiveyouanything

The master of the house was sleeping, but no one else was. The night sky was bright and clear, the full moon shining through the gnarled branches of the dead trees around the mysterious mansion, giving the usually solemn, frightening place a glisten of midday... At least until a shadow fell across the building, and now there wasn't a single spirit sleeping at all. The lesser spirits cowered as the ground shook: huddled beneath tables, hiding within the walls, terrified of the oppressive aura that this bizarre, unknown visitor had, they tried to remain as silent and unseen as possible. The presence outside rivaled their master's in power, that was for sure, and the intent of this frightening intruder was unknown. The cats, the only living inhabitants of this haunted home, were quick to hide as well, but one, ever fearless, had gone to check on the master of the house, towering shadow looming outside mansion walls or no. Pookie hopped up the stairs to the master bedroom with all the grace her little legs could muster, only to be greeted with the bedroom door slowly creaking open... And a pair of burning, angry irises of magenta fire glowing in the dark. Mallew was not happy. Not in the least. Dragging himself from his bedroom with all the speed he could muster in his half-asleep state, he stormed down the stairs, his clothes shifting from comfortable pjs into his usual suit and ascot with less than a thought. Who had the GALL to disturb him this late at night? He could sense a powerful aura nearby, situated just outside the main doors, but the spirit was neither particularly awake nor particularly rational enough in his current state to hesitate, contemplate just what he was dealing with. In true Mallew fashion, there was nothing to do but tear this intruder apart, whether it be with words, with his claws, or both. Storming out the front doors, the groggy spirit stomped down the front steps, halting only when he, blinded by rage, found and roared at the shape before him, growling, a few wisps of magenta flame rolling off his shoulders as he barely contained his anger: "You! Get the HELL off my lawn! NOW!!!"