Nightcrawler- Checkmate

Perching upon the edge of a mahogany chess table, I found an unfinished game waiting in the quiet room. A carved wooden knight rested squarely in my path. Rather than stepping around, I gathered my balance, hopped onto the horse's curved mane, and curled my tail tightly around its fluted pedestal to steady the tilt. With a gentle push from both hands, I tipped the dark king piece beside me onto its side with a soft, satisfying wooden clatter. A polite bow to the silent board, and the late-night match was settled.