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Tag: cat

  • Behold, Cat

    The Wise Archbishop of the Tetraverse don’t know what to do. Nor does the Subvizir of the Opalescent Aerial Palace.
    The crow’s whispering. William (the Megachancelor of the Iridescent Nirvana of the Universal Salvation) must do something, and quick… but what? There’s simply no precedent in the protocol.
    The intruder, a short-head female cat named Waffle, is laying on the Sacred Circle, unfazed by the whole situation. A rather unfortunate timing because the sacred texts clearly indicate that “the first one standing alone in the Sacred Circle shall be the victorious”.
    There is a moment of silence.
    Waffle yawns.
    William sighs. No choice.
    – By the powers invested in me, I hereby welcome you… cat, to be our new Advisor of the Splendid Secret! Behold, Cat!
    There’s a brief hesitation from the crowd, but the words of the Megachancelor are law.
    – BEHOLD, CAT!

    /* Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */

    Le Splendide Archipretre de la Grande Onction Universelle
    Intérieure Nordique ne sait pas comment procéder. Pas plus que le
    Commandant des Oracles Nocturnes.
    La foule murmure.
    William (Le Mégachancelier de l’iridescent Niravana de l’Universel
    Salut) doit faire quelque chose, et vite… Mais quoi ? Le protocole ne
    prévoit pas de pareil cas.
    L’intruse, une chatte shorthair
    nommée Gaufrette, est allongée de tout son long sur le Cercle Sacré, le
    moins du monde incommodée par la foule alentour. Un concours de
    circonstances plutôt embêtant, car les textes sacrés indiquent
    clairement que “Le premier à entrer seul dans le Cercle Sacré sera
    désigné victorieux”.
    Moment de silence.
    Gaufrette baille.
    William soupire. Pas le choix.
    –
    Par les pouvoirs qui me sont accordés, je t’intronise… chat, comme
    nouveau Terrible Récipiendaire de l’Universel Conclave ! Loué soit le
    Chat !
    La foule hésite bien un moment, mais les paroles du Mégachancelier font force de loi.
    – LOUE SOIT LE CHAT !

  • Ms Cuddle wants a treat

    Ms Cuddle wants a treat. Better give it to her or else… mischief happens.

    /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */

    Miss Chafouine veux une gâterie. il vaudrait mieux la lui donner. Sinon, il vous arrivera des… bricoles.

  • Frankencat

    A good veterinarian will keep your pet alive, and well.
    A smart veterinarian will make your pet alive, again

    /* Commission for a friend, Krita + Yiynova */

    Un bon veto gardera votre chat vivant et en bonne santé
    Un veto doué, vous le gardera vivant… tout court.

  • Ruines and trees

    There’s now trees growing on what was a splendid castle.
    See kitty, to grow is to die a little. To grow as new people, we needed to let go of our castle.Now look, on the ruins of our certitudes is growing our strongest convictions.

    ***
    Les arbres poussent maintenant là ou s’élevait un fier castel.
    Tu vois chaton, grandir c’est mourir un peu. Pour grandir en tant que peuple, nous avons du laisser mourir notre château.
    Maintenant vois, c’est sur les ruines de nos certitudes que poussent nos convictions les plus fortes.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6

  • H4ck3rz

    – S0, wh4ddy4 th1nk?
    – She’s got the look, no kiddin’! I think she’ll do fine.
    – Gr34t! Let’s hackz the internetz!

    ***

    – He, t’en penses quoi ?
    – Mais carrément mec, elle a le look !
    – C001 ! Maintenant on est une vraie t34m de H4ck3rz !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6

  • Masks – Relaxation

    Cairo, Egypt, March 19, 1925

    Mouhammad reluctantly left the room of the Continental Hotel, letting Betty preparing the ritual with the various ornaments he fetched for her. That was a strange set of tools she asked him and he did his best to find them all. Buckler, arrows, arc, an ankh, a tiny sarcophagus… All this esoteric stuff was making him nervous, not that he feared the occult, but returning to the place he once worked was risky. He didn’t exactly leave a notice or any explanation of why he left his receptionist job, and “finding the love of his life” was not among accepted motive.

    Betty told him not to look. She told him to return in a few hours. She said she will invoke the Spirit of Nets the Huntress to beg her for rest and protection.

    He couldn’t resist and swiftly turned back. Using his pass on the door, he cautiously went back in the hotel room. He heard the words of Betty speaking softly some kind of prayer, in an unknown language. As he tried to hide behind the plants, he was overwhelmed by a sudden urge to sleep. He briefly saw a feline shadows, heard a strange metallic noise and fell to the ground unconscious. 

    And now he’s here. They all are here.

    There is no time here. No past. No future. Only an eternal present. The grass is everywhere, taller than them. A gentle and warm wind is blowing. They feel presences out of their sight around them, furtive noises in the bushes of predators, but no fear. They feel protected, relaxed. Mouhammad see Betty, alongside her sister. Betty is pregnant, and all signs of worry has disappear from her face. She is expecting, radiant, a true goddess. He fell in love again and sat with her. Keeva is slowly stroking the dog. John is alert, but calm and peaceful.

    There is no pain, no worries, no anxiety, not even the slightest discomfort. For the first time since ages, they can relax themselves and forget for a while the tasks at hands, the horrible fraternity of the black Pharaoh and the impending return of Nitocris.

    This is bliss thought Mouhammad. He could stay here for ever. Betty lean on him and say:

    – I want to hunt small critters. To run after they little tails. I want to sleep in the sun and to be petted. This is a dream, I know that. Not The Dreamlands, ‘though… This is the dream of a cat.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbookExcerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG