Cirque Nocturne (cirquenocturne) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Cat had felt nothing but the energy and echoes of the powerful nightmares encircling her as they had walked nowhere. It was only when the split happened that both Caleb and Cat would have felt something. Scented something. Spirits. Just an echo of a trail much likes how animals could track a scent through tall grass. From circus grounds and out.
Go, there. Follow that. It felt fresh, didn't it? Echos. Memories? It all riffle shuffles in Cat's mind. On. On. Take the bend.
There. That famous plantation everyone was talking about. The one that has turned into a little hotel where people pay to not sleep and being scared to death. Yes. Humans are funny things. Always want to brush the unknown on their own terms. Once one the grounds, it's like stepping into a pool for the Seer. Watch it all ripple out. Ripple back. They're not happy the little party is there. Something familiar. Something smoky... No, sulphuric.