“I will not be ignored!"
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Name: Salem Saberhagen Nicknames: N/A Age: 526 (appears mid-twenties) Birthday: June 11, 1498 Height: 5′8” Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Witch
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@salemsaber
“I will not be ignored!"
( x )
Name: Salem Saberhagen Nicknames: N/A Age: 526 (appears mid-twenties) Birthday: June 11, 1498 Height: 5′8” Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Witch
@salemsaber
One of the many downsides to Binx’s curse is how lonely it could sometimes be. As far as he knew, there was only one talking cat around, and it was himself. There were only a few people he trusted to speak to in his cursed form, unless, of course, he was having an off day and wasn’t quite himself thanks to the curse. Today was different, though, when he swore he heard another cat speak. He was so surprised that he didn't even make out the words clearly. Binx stopped in his tracks, the sun shining on the garden wall on which the other cat sat. He had to just be hearing things, right? Another part of the curse? But Binx couldn’t help himself as he asked hesitantly, “... Did you just …. Say something?”
Salem was enjoying his time on one of his favorite catnap spots—the sun-warmed stone of a garden wall along a sidewalk that offered enough foot traffic for him to get an appropriate amount of attention from passersby—when a black cat identical in appearance to himself happened to walk by. Like the true Narcissus he was, he couldn’t refrain from making a comment, “Hey, Handsome,” mostly to entertain himself and with no expectation of understanding or reply. Most cats didn’t talk back. At least not in English. When this one did, he blinked in surprise and then slowly stretched and jumped off the wall to approach the stranger. Ah, yes, there it was: the scent of magic. “Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination?” he replied, finding it impossible not to tease the other. He was curious enough to drop the bit immediately though, inquiring, “What are you in cat form for—punishment or pleasure?” the way one might ask another person what brings them to town.