What had happened? That was the first conscious thought to enter the young feline's mind as she looked around at the empty void around her with fright, clambering around her to feel something solid only to feel the darkness drag past her delicate paws. She couldn't remember anything, her neck felt like it was on fire and there was only her own name rolling off her tongue within the void "Prismaticgaze. Pris." Her voice called out, echoing off into the nothingness along with her hope of knowing where she was or even why she was here in the first place. It was maddening almost, as she tried to feel her face to remember what she looked like and would scream out for what felt like hours as she hoped someone would pull her out of this personal, cold hell of hers that cloaked her being. Yet, something always seemed to reassure just as she felt at her lowest in those moments like waves washing away all the pain for a while just to get it back down once more. The waves always came, rushing...crashing...beating against her fragile heart until it began drowning her. Pressure increased all around Pris, her body curling up to avoid the discomfort only to feel it grow as she moved, her breathing become shallow until the point in which she closed her eyes with acceptance that this would be her end or perhaps an end to the end. It was all so hard to tell until-

Blub...blub

Suddenly, she was somewhere underwater and deeply submerged under the ocean with barely any air left in her small lungs. Pris opened her eyes, shivering beneath the cool water at the strange sensation in her empty socket and against her gem as she pushed herself up towards the shimmering surface above her. With several kicks and paws at the salty water around her, she found herself quickly being lifted up out of the water from pure buoyancy and bobbing back down with her form soaked to the bone. She gasped and panted, looking around herself desperately until a dock surrounded by several, strange homes of all sorts of colors around it that quickly drew the girl over with desperation to be freed from what she had thought to be her grave who knows how long despite feeling quite alive and well now. She didn't care who might live around this place, she could only care about clambering up onto the warm wood dock that soon began to soak up the dripping water from her pelt as she coughed and shook violently at the edge, clearly a bit shaken about from this strange event of being alone and suddenly alive somewhere she didn't even know. Perhaps one of the few on lookers from around her would actually end up speaking to her if they didn't decide to just throw her back in without a thought

this sucks, i'm s o r r y

"SPEECH"

Ja'sunna had been... basking, admittedly. Eyes closed, she doesn't know if it's day or night or twilight, if people are beckoning to her or demanding her attention or poking her spine. All that she can focus on is the feel of the dock under one side, the air kissing the other. She feels like she's trapped between heaven and earth, pleasantly kept between two massive forces like they're anchors keeping her paws on the ground. It's like she belongs, like she has a place in the world, and it's serene, it's tranquil, it's peaceful - up until the sound of something breaking the surface breaks her pleasant concentration.

Her head rises almost immediately, eyelids peeling apart to glare at the figure in the distance hauling itself onto the dock. No voices, no talking, Ja'sunna immediately assumes that it must be an enemy, a threat trying to sneak into their homestead and destroy it. She scrambles onto all fours, grabbing the lionskin coat she'd been lying on between her teeth and making a mad dash towards... a cat, a harmless cat who looks like she's probably seen better days.

She clicks her tongue in an annoyed sound to hide the worry scratching against the back of her throat. "As they say - you sure know how to make an entrance," she begins, voice muffled by the fur trapped in her mouth. The cat seems to be in a state of... shock, maybe? Ja'sunna doesn't know, but figures there's at least something she can to help. The scarred tigress drops the lionskin coat to the ground and slowly pushes it towards the stranger. "You should bury into that. It will help you get warmer, at least, keep you settled." Ja'sunna figures she could ask more questions about who the cat is later, what's important is making sure she's okay enough to talk at all.

ooc. ooOH HELLO welcome to sunheathen!!

Despite the sun beating down on her pelt as she slowly moved from her weak legs down to the wood below, her body still retain the cold that she had endured for what felt like forever within that dark abyss, though despite all this she managed to force herself with enough effort on her part. Pris lifted up her head slowly, the sun refracting off of the sparkling gem set within her right eye that took in the area around her and eventually set her site on a larger creature heading straight towards her with something held tightly in their maw, her speed giving her the impression that this wasn't exactly some rescue coming to help. Alabaster fur prickled on her back as much as it could as she scrambled back with her claws clinging onto the ground below her until the figure came to a halt not all to far from herself, who was now panting much more from the sudden stress from the creature that now appeared to be some sort of tiger. As the woman before her made a slight click, Pris felt choked noises threaten to vocalize within her own throat the more she felt her body grow tense even when the other spoke to her. "I-I'm so-sorry, I just- I..." Her voice croaked, ears now flattened against her head as unfinished and apologetic sentences until she found it was best to shut up and crawl under the offered lionskin with some hesitation and an infinite amount of embarrassment that certainly added to her growing warmth. "Sorry." She muttered rather meekly, before speaking up once again. "I'm...Prismaticgaze Kuryakin. It's a mouthful, I know. So P-Pris is just fine! I didn't mean to threaten this place or anything, I don't even know where I am! I'm so sorry for trespassing your home, ma'am." It was hard not to continue apologizing, but Pris just assumed that it had started to get annoying and had opted to curl up into a ball under her cover, feeling how her nerves settled and her fur slowly began to dry as she looked up to the white tiger, her sapphire unmoving as she followed the swirls of the scars on her body and subconsciously feeling the one that crossed over her empty eye socket.


(aaaaaAAAA tysm! i'm already lovin' this place~)

"SPEECH"

MONROE

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