These norns are based off of the inkblot patterns in Rorschach tests. They are slightly larger than your standard Chichi norn. Made by freylaverse!

The Rorschach Norns occupy Norn slot Z, and thus conflict with the Fairyfloss, Pink Alba, and Unseen norns. If you want to use one of these at the same time, I recommend using ReSlot!

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The Warp was acting up again, twisting in ways that left the Lone Shee somewhat... sideways. He half-landed, half-tumbled into a dim, misty grove. Scattered pools of light filtered through the dense canopy above, illuminating the mossy ground in patches. At first, he thought his tired mind was playing tricks on him, mistaking what he saw for mere shadows. As he approached, however, the shapes resolved into creatures. Norns with slate-gray and bluish fur marked with symmetrical inkblot patterns and flecked with silver and gold. These markings seemed ill-suited for camouflage, their stark contrast making the creatures stand out. Yet, paradoxically, they blended somewhat into their environment, as though they were part of the forest's play of light and shadow. Their movements were ghostly and deliberate. 

Reaching into his satchel, the Lone Shee withdrew his trusty scanner. A quick sweep would reveal the secrets of these peculiar creatures. The device hummed softly as it processed data, but the readings remained inconclusive and vague. The scanner was failing to differentiate one Norn from another, their intricate patterns disrupting its spatial algorithms, reducing them to indistinct blobs on the screen.

Mildly frustrated, he recalibrated the scanner and tried again. The results were no better. He examined the patterns more closely, realizing with mounting curiosity that they were in fact a sophisticated form of camouflage. Unlike the emerald-furred Treehugger norns whose colouration blended with foliage, these symmetrical inkblot patterns broke up the norns' outlines entirely, disrupting the visual field. To a predator’s eyes - or even to the Lone Shee’s technologically advanced instruments - the Norns were no more distinct than the patches of light and shadow around them.

One Norn, bolder than the others, approached him cautiously. Even its hair, which hung like strips of torn paper about its head, was more or less symmetrical. Its markings were particularly intricate, with an unusual shape on its stomach that caught the Lone Shee’s attention. The pattern teased at the edges of his memory, abstract yet oddly familiar. Wings? A teacup? Or perhaps a manifestation of his own fracturing sanity after years of isolation?

Shaking off the thought, he returned his focus to the group. These Norns behaved differently from the lively, carefree varieties he was accustomed to. Their movements were deliberate, their interactions subdued. Here was a breed forged by necessity, not indulgence. Somewhere nearby, the Lone Shee was certain, a predator lurked - perhaps Grendels, or something even deadlier. And these Norns had evolved to vanish into the very world that sought to consume them. Resolving to study them further, he closed his journal with a decisive snap. He would take a pair of these enigmatic creatures back to the Capillata, though he knew this might not be an easy task. Their elusive nature would require time, patience, and perhaps a fair amount of trickery to coax a few into the Warp.

As he began his preparations, another thought crossed his mind. The patterns on the Norns’ fur seemed to evoke familiar shapes. Was his perception a trick of the mind, an innate drive to find meaning in randomness? Or did the patterns speak to something deeper within his psyche? He dismissed the notion with a wry smile. A whimsical idea, he mused. Who would ever take such thoughts seriously?
