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Tabatha set to writing her ruffled fur as the creature spoke, giving his exposed skeletal face an impassive glance. She spent centuries in the realm of demons, a skeleton hardly held shock factor for her, Lich or not. "I was not transformed, I was imprisoned. There is a distinct difference...

If there was one thing Tabatha hated more then her four legged prison, it was being handled without permission in her four legged prison. She writhed to adjust her position well enough in the beings hands to sink teeth and claws into flesh....only there was no flesh. Only soft glowing bone. She...

Tabataha couldn’t say here any longer, that much she had decided. Yet as she sat on the edge of Elbion College’s floating landscape she could not yet comprehend a way to leave. Her white tail flicked irritably. “Curse this ridiculous prison.” she spat, turning away from the edge of the floating...

Darkness and malice. They were constant companions for Tabatha as she drifted in the demon realm. With no corporeal body to speak of she was simply a shadow flitting amidst powers equal, but ore often far greater than she. Time was meaningless, it could have been yesterday that the Maesters of...

Tabatha gave up with the claws, wriggling free to clamber to @Spencer’s shoulders. “Your sense of self preservation is disgustingly absent.” The kitten eyed the exits, sitting on the young mages shoulder, her tail curling around the girls next. Another ridiculous question. “No.” She spat...

Tabatha caught a brief glimpse of the source of all the trouble before she was stuffed into the young mage's hood. This was a safe place, curled into a ball she could hide from all of it till it was over. "Why. Are. You. Not Running?!" she spat at Spencer as she rummaged for a spell and raised...

Tabatha Biographical information Birthplace Elbion College Born Died Age 8 weeks Home Elbion College ...

Meow Meow? Just five more minutes, Tabatha thought, curled in a ball in a patch of sunlight several windows along from her mistress. The curse of being tied to the girl was that no matter where she was, what quiet hole she’d find to get away from her for five minutes, she would always hear the...