[Nb. Mogget is a witch's familiar bound to serve Circle Midnight. But mostly he is a cat who hates you all.]
1) GOING UNDERGROUND [Mogget always knows. He can sense magic around him, recognize anyone supernatural who might walk by as easily as he can see in the dark. The cat is watchful, patrolling the streets of Circle Midnight's territory and sometimes beyond, taking note of anything or anyone new.
Someone catches his attention, someone who shouldn't be lurking in these parts. The cat stalks along a high wall, calling down to the intruder:]
You don't belong here.
4) FIRE FESTIVAL [Every year. Every year someone does this. Someone makes Mogget wear a flower crown. It's slipped down his neck and over his collar so now he can't shake it off. Look, he doesn't care that it's Beltane. He's seen it a thousand times before: it's just an excuse for humans to get drunk and cop off with each other in the bushes.
He slinks over to the bonfire and the fire seems to flare up when he approaches. Mogget stares into the flames, green eyes reflecting their brightness. Maybe someone will take pity on him and remove the flower crown. Or maybe they'll leave him alone.]
5) SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES [It's days like this that Mogget misses his true home in the Other Realm. He can practically smell it, the magic of the fae, cracks in reality that open up all over the city. There's one nearby now, perhaps a door or a window or just a crack in the pavement and he pauses in the middle of the street to sniff the air, whiskers twitching.
He can go right up to it, even look through into the place he once belonged, but he can't step across the threshold. That way is forbidden to him.]
Mogget | Old Kingdom | Fae
1) GOING UNDERGROUND
[Mogget always knows. He can sense magic around him, recognize anyone supernatural who might walk by as easily as he can see in the dark. The cat is watchful, patrolling the streets of Circle Midnight's territory and sometimes beyond, taking note of anything or anyone new.
Someone catches his attention, someone who shouldn't be lurking in these parts. The cat stalks along a high wall, calling down to the intruder:]
You don't belong here.
4) FIRE FESTIVAL
[Every year. Every year someone does this. Someone makes Mogget wear a flower crown. It's slipped down his neck and over his collar so now he can't shake it off. Look, he doesn't care that it's Beltane. He's seen it a thousand times before: it's just an excuse for humans to get drunk and cop off with each other in the bushes.
He slinks over to the bonfire and the fire seems to flare up when he approaches. Mogget stares into the flames, green eyes reflecting their brightness. Maybe someone will take pity on him and remove the flower crown. Or maybe they'll leave him alone.]
5) SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
[It's days like this that Mogget misses his true home in the Other Realm. He can practically smell it, the magic of the fae, cracks in reality that open up all over the city. There's one nearby now, perhaps a door or a window or just a crack in the pavement and he pauses in the middle of the street to sniff the air, whiskers twitching.
He can go right up to it, even look through into the place he once belonged, but he can't step across the threshold. That way is forbidden to him.]