Like herding cats…

Tonight, gather up missing animals. If possible, bring a friend or two. If nobody's around, make some new friends!

A caterwaul of scratchy dissonance rose gooseflesh as dark clots of anodyne gas pimpled the room and stultified progression. Alluring though vision bent from such might be, a clear headed forward was the preference. Hal’s undertaking went solo and yet for the first in awhile she might have dug company. There was a creepy quality to The Burrows that could slither betwixt the sternest bulwark.
As she twisted and turned her way she caught a slant of shadow against the flickering far corridor. Candlelight? No not candlelight, grave fire. Where there was grave fire there was Sphinx. Cruel and cunning, creatively calculating, Sphinx and his pocket of chance could throw the unprepared to Pandemonium.

“Here kitty kitty...” she called, unfurling Fate.