. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. Name: Sensu pronouns: he/him Species: ◼️◼️◼️◼️-redacted Story yay!: You walk through the forest paws hitting the wet ground, it's quiet not even crickets have dared to enter this deep into the forest. You heard the stories who hasn't "They called him the Prophet because he never guessed the future. He saw it. Every night in the dark where no cat steps a paw, he sat alone on the large stone shuffling a worn deck of tarot cards. People came from miles away to ask what awaited them. But the Prophet had one warning: “Once the cards are drawn, your fate is sealed.”. This was the reason you seek him out but your also afraid, What if your drawing is bad, what if it calls upon death, Only the cards will tell. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁. Totally hadn’t forgotten to put it in the studio heh
Story part 2! ⚠️ do not read if easily frightened⚠️: Sensu shuffled the deck and placed three cards on the table. The first was The Tower. The second was The Hanged Man. The third was Death. You stared at them, your face draining of color. “Then stop it,” you whispered even though you know the stories. “You can put them back. We never have to finish.” The Prophet slowly shook his head. “It has already happened.” “What do you mean?” He pointed toward the cards. “The moment you drew them, your future stopped being a possibility.” A cold wind swept through the Forest. Every candle went out. Then you heard something behind you. A slow, wet breathing. you turn. Nothing. When you looked back at the table, Sensu was gone. In his place lay one final tarot card that hadn't been there before. you pick it up. The picture showed the forest. It showed you standing exactly where you are. And behind you stood a tall, black figure with no face, one hand resting gently on your shoulder. You slowly felt a hand touching your shoulder. You freeze. The room filled with the smell of damp earth. Then something leaned close to your ear and whispered: “You were never here to change your fate.” You look down at the card one last time. The picture had changed. Now the figure was gone. And the person in the card was lying dead on the chapel floor. A second later, you felt something cold slide across her throat. The candles suddenly burst back to life. Your body collapsed beside the table. Across the room, Sensu stepped from the shadows. He picked up the three cards and carefully returned them to the deck. Then he sat down, shuffled the cards, and waited for his next visitor. Because the future was never something he predicted. It was something that had already happened.
