Bovrilcat
Blind writer cat
@FlorielNine
The moon hung low in the sky as a boy padded across the carpeted halls of Waterford academy. The air was cold and frigid, Soodi having wished he brought a jumper with with as he wrapped his free arm around his middle. His walking stick bumped across the ground with little taps, Soodi recalling the route to the library as he took a right at the end of the hallway. The school was dead quiet at night, it was easier to navigate without all the hustle bustle muddling his senses. He kept his head low as he listened for any approaching footsteps, though so far the only thing that passed his ears was the brush of his shoes against the rugged floor.
Soodi paused mid step as he realised he was close to the library, tightening his grip on his cane and swinging it round to search for the door. It snagged halfway, using his hand to trail down the wall until his palm enclosed around the cold metal of the door handle. The door creaked open, Soodi wincing hoping nobody heard it. Taking a small breath, he went through the words his friend had told him that morning.
After midnight and sit near the shelf on the right at the furthest row, you'll hear the helping whispers.
Well it was definitely after midnight, the deadly silence and the resounding snores of his roommate enforced this. Though usually calmed by the silence the night brought, Soodi couldn't help but feel unnerved as he counted his way through the rows. Maybe it was the dusty old book smell, or the book cases that didn't end when he smooth his hand up the side of them. However that didn't stop him from perching himself cautiously on the edge shelf, cane brandished like a weapon as he whispered crookedly into the air, "Um- am I supposed to say something now?"
The moon hung low in the sky as a boy padded across the carpeted halls of Waterford academy. The air was cold and frigid, Soodi having wished he brought a jumper with with as he wrapped his free arm around his middle. His walking stick bumped across the ground with little taps, Soodi recalling the route to the library as he took a right at the end of the hallway. The school was dead quiet at night, it was easier to navigate without all the hustle bustle muddling his senses. He kept his head low as he listened for any approaching footsteps, though so far the only thing that passed his ears was the brush of his shoes against the rugged floor.
Soodi paused mid step as he realised he was close to the library, tightening his grip on his cane and swinging it round to search for the door. It snagged halfway, using his hand to trail down the wall until his palm enclosed around the cold metal of the door handle. The door creaked open, Soodi wincing hoping nobody heard it. Taking a small breath, he went through the words his friend had told him that morning.
After midnight and sit near the shelf on the right at the furthest row, you'll hear the helping whispers.
Well it was definitely after midnight, the deadly silence and the resounding snores of his roommate enforced this. Though usually calmed by the silence the night brought, Soodi couldn't help but feel unnerved as he counted his way through the rows. Maybe it was the dusty old book smell, or the book cases that didn't end when he smooth his hand up the side of them. However that didn't stop him from perching himself cautiously on the edge shelf, cane brandished like a weapon as he whispered crookedly into the air, "Um- am I supposed to say something now?"