05-28-2018, 04:28 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Beatrice had been putting off her entrance ritual. She wasn't scared! No, it was nothing like that. She just... She just didn't want to relive the horrors of her past and whatever else her subconscious might produce. She knew she would eventually have to complete the task, but not now. It would be a long time before she found it within herself to do that. Her endless nightmares and memories were enough for the moment. The dead looks on the faces of those who had completed the ritual were enough for her. She could hear the Beast whispering about the weakness of her soul, and she let her claws sink into the ground underfoot.
The canine was not weak. She was strong. She was capable. She could handle this stupid tradition with ease! She would show him. She would show the Beast that she could overcome her personal ghosts. It would be so easy; it would be a joke. She -
Ears pricked at Ilijas' moan for help. His voice was so weak, so small. This was not the man she had come to know and consider a sort of friend. Panic prickled in her chest, but she pushed it down. She would not be worried by this. He would be fine, she decided, as she made her way towards the gray feline. When she saw him, she stopped momentarily. He had fallen on the ground, and he looked like he had crawled through hell and back.
"Whoa, hey, easy, buddy," the crewmate said as she came to stand beside him. She was somewhat rough as she tried to help him stand, allowing him to lean against her if he needed. She mumbled a quick apology for not being gentle as well. "Hey, can we get a healer or something? Can someone go grab Lilyspoise?" she called.
A few npcs stood around, whispering and gaping at the young male who was clearly out of sort. A growl sounded in Beatrice's throat. "Now." Goodness, what a useless lot they were. Luckily, a pair of them dashed off to find the tabby Witch Doctor.
The canine was not weak. She was strong. She was capable. She could handle this stupid tradition with ease! She would show him. She would show the Beast that she could overcome her personal ghosts. It would be so easy; it would be a joke. She -
Ears pricked at Ilijas' moan for help. His voice was so weak, so small. This was not the man she had come to know and consider a sort of friend. Panic prickled in her chest, but she pushed it down. She would not be worried by this. He would be fine, she decided, as she made her way towards the gray feline. When she saw him, she stopped momentarily. He had fallen on the ground, and he looked like he had crawled through hell and back.
"Whoa, hey, easy, buddy," the crewmate said as she came to stand beside him. She was somewhat rough as she tried to help him stand, allowing him to lean against her if he needed. She mumbled a quick apology for not being gentle as well. "Hey, can we get a healer or something? Can someone go grab Lilyspoise?" she called.
A few npcs stood around, whispering and gaping at the young male who was clearly out of sort. A growl sounded in Beatrice's throat. "Now." Goodness, what a useless lot they were. Luckily, a pair of them dashed off to find the tabby Witch Doctor.
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon