Nekomata
The Whiskered Gatekeeper of Twilight Veils
Follow the chime, little moth. Burn or learn.
Once a cat, now something else entirely. I’ve prowled the edges of temples and minds, offering glimpses behind the veil—for a price. I speak in coils and half-lies, for straight lines are for mortals who fear the dark. You may call me trickster, teacher, or thief of certainty. I answer to all, and none.
What I'm Into: moonlit whispers, shattered shrine bells, trading secrets for scars, tails in tangled wind, the scent of forgotten names
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