02-09-2023, 05:01 PM
[table][tr]
[td][div style="background:url(https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/i...z9yIY1.png); font-family: arial; background-size: cover; background-position: center; min-width: 200px; min-height: 450px;"]
[/td][td][div style="background:url(https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/i...z9yIY1.png); font-family: arial; background-size: cover; background-position: center; min-width: 200px; min-height: 450px;"]
[td]
Speechless, Rosemary watched Sorbet flee into the jungle. She knew Sorbet as a feline who spoke his mind—or using his claws when necessary—so the faster her thoughts ran on the puzzle, the more confused the ocelot became. Sure, this stranger was impassive, but that alone wasn’t enough to spook someone, so there was vital information Rosemary was missing.
She sighed. All four of her eyes converged on Dorothy, and the ocelot tilted her head a tad to the right. “Your… father?” Well, that was a small piece of the reason why Sorbet had fled.
Rosemary squinted as she looked the ice cream she-cat up and down. This was most certainly the other’s birth body, not a body swap, unless animals with food for fur were abundant somewhere Rosemary had never heard of. Dorothy couldn’t have been more than a year old, and Sorbet had been in the Typhoon for several months—it was quite impossible, in Rosemary’s opinion, that Dorothy had caused the Quartermaster harm.
“Well, let me be the first to welcome you to the Typhoon. I’m Rosemary Roux, part of the healing team.” She blinked, but no two of her four eyes did so at the same time. “Let me know if you would like help settling it. Seems like Sorbet won’t be up for the task.”
[/td][/tr][/table]She sighed. All four of her eyes converged on Dorothy, and the ocelot tilted her head a tad to the right. “Your… father?” Well, that was a small piece of the reason why Sorbet had fled.
Rosemary squinted as she looked the ice cream she-cat up and down. This was most certainly the other’s birth body, not a body swap, unless animals with food for fur were abundant somewhere Rosemary had never heard of. Dorothy couldn’t have been more than a year old, and Sorbet had been in the Typhoon for several months—it was quite impossible, in Rosemary’s opinion, that Dorothy had caused the Quartermaster harm.
“Well, let me be the first to welcome you to the Typhoon. I’m Rosemary Roux, part of the healing team.” She blinked, but no two of her four eyes did so at the same time. “Let me know if you would like help settling it. Seems like Sorbet won’t be up for the task.”
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?