A soft Cat King won't keep his territory for very long.
[He's not particularly powerful, not in the grand scheme of things. Full of magic, yes, and spells don't work against him. Looking like he's powerful is a trick he uses frequently]
If you want to drop by the Sanctuary, I'm lounging there right now.
[Dream accepts the offered invitation. He wouldn't be able to find the Cat King otherwise unless the man is sleeping. A boundary on Dream's many powers, for which Dream actually prefers. So much of what he can do is amorphous and flexible, that having some lines in which to draw provides a sturdy structure. Unlike some of his siblings he doesn't wish to abuse his power, nor overstep his reach.
He appears in the sanctuary in a swirl of sand that disappears rather than falling to the floor. He's dressed as usual in black pants, boots, and shirt, with a sweeping black coat to go with it. It's modern enough while also having a slight timeless appeal, and of course it's all monochromatic. His cool gaze takes in the space with a degree of curiosity before settling on the lounging feline being. A slow, small incline of his head is directed at the Cat King.]
Well met, Cat King. It appears you're doing well for yourself in this realm.
The structure seems like a modern house, the ground itself is warded just lightly enough to keep humans from wanting to approach the structure, and by magic far older than the Cat King's. Most likely a ward the witch Esther set in place, rooted deep in the ground beneath the structure, and tethered with blood magic. There are cat beds scattered everywhere. Cats curled up on couches, on chairs. Some are even cleaning themselves on the kitchen table.
In the center of the room is a large throne-like chair. The biggest and most comfortable-looking chair in the sanctuary by far. Thomas is reclining on it in a very cat-like fashion. Wearing a black shirt that clings to his frame and a long, rainbow-colored kilt that falls to his calves. His smile turns to a positively Cheshire grin at the sight of Dream. His eyes, while golden and cat-slitted, also have a faint splatter of emerald in the very center.
He does him the courtesy of sitting up just slightly, hands resting on the armrests, while the other cats have already turned their heads in unison to give their attention to Dream as well as their king.
"Welcome, Dream of the Endless. Pull up a chair and get comfortable, no need to stand stiff as a board. Unless that's your preference."
The golden eyes and Cheshire smile are familiar to Dream in a way that he doesn't forget, yet often tries to separate when interacting with the Cat King. After all, there are many of Desire's descendants. Some Dream has dealt with more than others, but not all are as mercurial and cruel as Dream considers Desire to be. The other felines in the Sanctuary are also familiar to Dream by virtue of being dreamers. Cats sleep a good amount of the day and therefore spend a significant amount of time in his realm. While Dream is too distant, too methodological to let himself show much favoritism, he has always held a place in his heart for felines. The proud natures, the independence, the occasionally single-minded focus, he enjoys their company and headspaces.
Crouching down for a moment, Dream lets his fingers be sniffed by two cats that are bold and curious enough to approach him. He says nothing, but a silent greeting is exchanged between them before he straightens up again.
After a moment's silent pause, Dream does pull back a chair and sits. His posture when sitting is perfectly straight, rather than slouching back against it, his hands resting in his lap. His movements are slow and controlled, his visage often compared to a statue, as though someone who didn't need to appear on edge to be able to act quickly when needed. He can feel the magic that built this place, though it's not of a nature that greatly concerns him. "It appears more than yourself have made yourselves at home here."
He lifts a brow at the way Dream settles in his chair. Perching all dark, brooding, and straight-backed. Instead of judging, he rolls his shoulders in a nonchalant gesture. As if to say 'have it your way'. His kingdom is one of want and pleasure. The cats are free to do whatever they want here, free to nap to their heart's content. Chase string. Chase each other. Whatever impulse they have, whether selfish or unselfish, can be fulfilled here. The only downside is occasionally doing the Cat King's bidding. He's always been, in his own words, a very fair and consensual king.
The lazy way he slouches a bit back into his previous position suggests he's at ease with Dream. As are the other cats, especially the curious ones who come to greet him personally. "Seemed a waste to see this place fall to ruin. What's that human expression? Reduce, recuse, recycle. Besides, that bitch took my third life. She owes me a bit of restitution."
He tilts his head enough to show the scar at the corner of his mouth. A Cat King always retains the killing blow of his previous reincarnation. In this case, the edge of the iron cane that was used to beat him to a bloody and vicious death.
A gray cat has been circling Dream's legs the entire time, purring contentedly.
Not that the Cat King would know, but sitting was more than Dream had been willing to do at his last family gathering. The posture was harder to break, with Dream only doing so a handful of times in his existence. The last time that came into memory was the slight recline he'd done when getting his last drink with Hob in the waking world. Sitting now though was, in Dream's mind, a way to be gracious, as he was on better terms with the Cat King than he was with several members of his family. He'd asked to see this sanctuary, the least he could do was try and enjoy it. Even if enjoyment was a word that sat strange on his anthropomorphic tongue.
This was helping him be more of a part of the world that his dreamers inhabited every day. This was keeping a connection with his dreamers, at a time when he felt those strands wear thin in places.
"The value of reuse is not lost on me. After all, many share similar themes in dreams and nightmares. It is indeed a sorrow when something is laid to waste, instead. Or when something is taken apart before it's full potential was even realized." Dream glances down at the gray cat at his feet. With a slow, measured movement, he extends a hand down towards it. The smell on his fingers is not that of normal human trappings. It is a smell of midnight air and old parchment and a scent that is a personal memory to the grey cat, one that makes the purring increase and have the cat curl up on Dream's boot to sleep.
Glancing back at the Cat King, Dream weighs his words and takes in the gesture of a scar. "Have you a choice in retaining those scars?" Did he keep it around on purpose as remembrance, or was that the cosmos deciding each life bore the end of the last?
He lifts a brow as he watches the gray cat curl up so pretentiously on Dream's boot and immediately drift off into what looks like quite the enviable catnap. All the other strays have settled back into their most comfortable position, and there's even a low chorus of purrs coming from them.
All things considered, the Cat King's ambitions are nowhere near as grand as his sire's. Desire has ulterior motives for everything, whereas Thomas prefers to chase whatever pretty soul currently manages to distract him. There have been many such distractions over the years, although his most recent obsession with a ghost of all things takes the cake as far as drama and gossip go.
"A choice? No." He sighs wistfully, brushing a hand against the scar as if he could still feel the blow from the iron cane reverberating up his skull from the mark. "Part of the package deal of being a Cat King." He pouts for a moment or two just to be his usual dramatic self. "Anyway, she's suffering for all eternity at Lilith's hands now, so things are looking up. What about you? Any more family drama?"
Had Thomas shared Desire's ambitions, Dream would likely have been less inclined to visit. While once upon a very long time ago Dream and Desire had gotten along well, millennia of petty fights and miscommunication and opposing views have split them apart. Desire has been known to position their descendants to oppose Dream, after all. Unknowingly at the time on Rose's part, but they have. It's a dangerous game his family plays, and Dream knows he has enough dangers of late to deal with.
Yet there are others in the family that Dream has allowed himself to spend more time with of late. He's not questioning it too much, not certain he wants the answers to the queries.
"As I do not bear visible scars, I shall not speak to their burden or merit." It doesn't seem his place, as he's a purely anthropomorphic being who can merely use a physical body as it suits him. "I am sorry though, for what you've suffered, and what reminders remain." He gives a simple nod as the Cat King says that the person responsible is suffering immensely. Dream sees no problem in very harsh punishment against slights. Except, perhaps, in one case. Nada.
"Is there ever anything else, amongst those who remain immortal?" Dream asks wryly when asked of family drama. Grudgingly he adds, "As you know, Delirium has taken it into her head to find our prodigal brother. I agreed to aid her, though did not complete the task. Yet." He should find her and apologize, he knows. Death has said as much. "It has lead to the detriment of several already."
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Date: 2025-07-12 10:52 pm (UTC)Reputations are stories in and of themselves, Night Prowler. There is always room to tell them as you wish.
[OOC: Heya, any interest in writing out Dream dropping by the new sanctuary? Totally cool if not, I enjoy the texting. Just wanted to ask. :)]
Sure!
Date: 2025-07-14 09:45 pm (UTC)[He's not particularly powerful, not in the grand scheme of things. Full of magic, yes, and spells don't work against him. Looking like he's powerful is a trick he uses frequently]
If you want to drop by the Sanctuary, I'm lounging there right now.
[He sends over the Google map location]
<3 If you prefer prose just lemme know, I can switch.
Date: 2025-07-15 01:35 pm (UTC)He appears in the sanctuary in a swirl of sand that disappears rather than falling to the floor. He's dressed as usual in black pants, boots, and shirt, with a sweeping black coat to go with it. It's modern enough while also having a slight timeless appeal, and of course it's all monochromatic. His cool gaze takes in the space with a degree of curiosity before settling on the lounging feline being. A slow, small incline of his head is directed at the Cat King.]
Well met, Cat King. It appears you're doing well for yourself in this realm.
prose is a favorite of mine
Date: 2025-07-15 02:11 pm (UTC)In the center of the room is a large throne-like chair. The biggest and most comfortable-looking chair in the sanctuary by far. Thomas is reclining on it in a very cat-like fashion. Wearing a black shirt that clings to his frame and a long, rainbow-colored kilt that falls to his calves. His smile turns to a positively Cheshire grin at the sight of Dream. His eyes, while golden and cat-slitted, also have a faint splatter of emerald in the very center.
He does him the courtesy of sitting up just slightly, hands resting on the armrests, while the other cats have already turned their heads in unison to give their attention to Dream as well as their king.
"Welcome, Dream of the Endless. Pull up a chair and get comfortable, no need to stand stiff as a board. Unless that's your preference."
Sounds good!
Date: 2025-07-15 03:12 pm (UTC)Crouching down for a moment, Dream lets his fingers be sniffed by two cats that are bold and curious enough to approach him. He says nothing, but a silent greeting is exchanged between them before he straightens up again.
After a moment's silent pause, Dream does pull back a chair and sits. His posture when sitting is perfectly straight, rather than slouching back against it, his hands resting in his lap. His movements are slow and controlled, his visage often compared to a statue, as though someone who didn't need to appear on edge to be able to act quickly when needed. He can feel the magic that built this place, though it's not of a nature that greatly concerns him. "It appears more than yourself have made yourselves at home here."
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Date: 2025-07-18 01:32 am (UTC)The lazy way he slouches a bit back into his previous position suggests he's at ease with Dream. As are the other cats, especially the curious ones who come to greet him personally. "Seemed a waste to see this place fall to ruin. What's that human expression? Reduce, recuse, recycle. Besides, that bitch took my third life. She owes me a bit of restitution."
He tilts his head enough to show the scar at the corner of his mouth. A Cat King always retains the killing blow of his previous reincarnation. In this case, the edge of the iron cane that was used to beat him to a bloody and vicious death.
A gray cat has been circling Dream's legs the entire time, purring contentedly.
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Date: 2025-07-21 03:16 pm (UTC)This was helping him be more of a part of the world that his dreamers inhabited every day. This was keeping a connection with his dreamers, at a time when he felt those strands wear thin in places.
"The value of reuse is not lost on me. After all, many share similar themes in dreams and nightmares. It is indeed a sorrow when something is laid to waste, instead. Or when something is taken apart before it's full potential was even realized." Dream glances down at the gray cat at his feet. With a slow, measured movement, he extends a hand down towards it. The smell on his fingers is not that of normal human trappings. It is a smell of midnight air and old parchment and a scent that is a personal memory to the grey cat, one that makes the purring increase and have the cat curl up on Dream's boot to sleep.
Glancing back at the Cat King, Dream weighs his words and takes in the gesture of a scar. "Have you a choice in retaining those scars?" Did he keep it around on purpose as remembrance, or was that the cosmos deciding each life bore the end of the last?
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Date: 2025-07-23 10:26 pm (UTC)All things considered, the Cat King's ambitions are nowhere near as grand as his sire's. Desire has ulterior motives for everything, whereas Thomas prefers to chase whatever pretty soul currently manages to distract him. There have been many such distractions over the years, although his most recent obsession with a ghost of all things takes the cake as far as drama and gossip go.
"A choice? No." He sighs wistfully, brushing a hand against the scar as if he could still feel the blow from the iron cane reverberating up his skull from the mark. "Part of the package deal of being a Cat King." He pouts for a moment or two just to be his usual dramatic self. "Anyway, she's suffering for all eternity at Lilith's hands now, so things are looking up. What about you? Any more family drama?"
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Date: 2025-07-24 04:43 pm (UTC)Yet there are others in the family that Dream has allowed himself to spend more time with of late. He's not questioning it too much, not certain he wants the answers to the queries.
"As I do not bear visible scars, I shall not speak to their burden or merit." It doesn't seem his place, as he's a purely anthropomorphic being who can merely use a physical body as it suits him. "I am sorry though, for what you've suffered, and what reminders remain." He gives a simple nod as the Cat King says that the person responsible is suffering immensely. Dream sees no problem in very harsh punishment against slights. Except, perhaps, in one case. Nada.
"Is there ever anything else, amongst those who remain immortal?" Dream asks wryly when asked of family drama. Grudgingly he adds, "As you know, Delirium has taken it into her head to find our prodigal brother. I agreed to aid her, though did not complete the task. Yet." He should find her and apologize, he knows. Death has said as much. "It has lead to the detriment of several already."