#celka

[inudono]

Far beyond the mortal realms lurks the eldritch presence Celka, with a passing fascination for the events occurring on Aeterna.

[inudono]

Celka, Outer Entity

[inudono]

The new 4walkers and their colours.

[ask-the-royals]

Dadril I require therapy. What’s the status on mental health professionals in this world and do you have therapy animals

"Mental health professionals?" Dearil hummed thoughtfully and shrugged. "Those are rare nowadays. Typically Love Sorcerers are the ones to become therapists since they have extreme amounts of empathy and healthy coping mechanisms for patients. But ever since most of them were killed off, there's not many decent therapists anymore. As for animals--"

Before Dearil could finish, a soft scratching sound could be heard from the other side of the door. Dearil and Celka looked at each other momentarily- Celka still hasn't really directly introduced themself to the askers and anons and didn't seem likely to- then Celka made their way to the door. They opened it and what they saw....

Was a large cat.

A housecat, not a wildcat.

The feline was many shades of dark colors- black, different shades of gray, and a bit of white here and there. His fur was thick and he was a large cat, clearly a Maine Coon, and his fur almost resembled a lion's mane with how pristine and perfect it was. The cat was also clearly a bit on the older side but that didn't stop him from jumping onto the bed to be with Dearil and the others.

The king smiled just a bit towards the Maine Coon. "Ah, hello Cupcake. Did you come here because you were worried about me?"

Cupcake simply nuzzled his hand in response and accepted the gentle pets from the king.

[ask-the-royals]

Storm leaned into the hand holding the handkerchief, drawing in deep, shuddering breaths and trying their best to blink away their tears. After a few moments of hesitant thought, he climbed up onto the bed and pressed into Dearil's unoccupied side, clinging onto him and letting out a sob. "Hubert-- Hubert's okay, he's okay-- it was just a dream--"

Dearil frowned and wrapped an arm around Storm tenderly, still leaving a place for Sunny if they wanted to join. His pale-blue eyes were soft as he observed the group. Quietly, he mumbled something to himself- a spell or incantation, presumably- as the remaining bits of the shadows around the room not touched by light started to move. They formed into a silhouette of flowing, warbling aura made of darkness, and on their forehead there was a singular white star.

"Celka, can you go to the closet and get the extra blankets for the askers there?" The king gently asked, his eyes soft and almost pleading.

The shadow- Celka- stared at Dearil for a moment with those pure white eyes of theirs. They stood up straight and bits of smoke languidly drifted from their body and spread out around their feet across the ground. They took notice of Dearil's eyebags and then the state of the askers and anons before turning away.

They made their way to the nearby closet and lifted their black-colored hand to open it. It only took them a few moments to gather the many blankets- all of them being soft and/or furry or just a nice fabric- and brought them over to the bed. They sat it on the edge and stepped back, allowing the others to grab any blanket.

Dearil in particular chose a soft, fuzzy blanket and wrapped it around Storm for some extra comfort and another similar blanket for Sunny.

[omgtindahan]

Dewberry Celka Shirt (Violet)

Dewberry Celka Shirt (Violet)

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[raynui]

Oh, you know.  I levitate monkeys above my head all the time.