06-09-2018, 01:00 AM
[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"]Things were rough all over. That was the saying, wasn't it? Well, even if that wasn't how the words were strung together, it was true. Everyone in the Ascendants was dealing with something awful. It didn't matter who it was - everyone had their personal demons. Most people dealt with them in a variety of different ways too. There was facing it head on. There was hiding from it. There was forgetting about it. There was accepting it. Suiteheart was sure there were plenty of other ways to deal with the bullshit, but she only ever dealt with her problems in those four ways. At current, she was forgetting it (but certainly not forgiving).
She wasn't sure what had drawn her to Pebble Coast, but she always found herself there. She summed it up to the gentle motion of the tide and the way the waves pushed and pulled upon the land. She also figured it was because this part of the territory was stunning. Sure, it was no Starpool, but this area held a special place in her heart. It offered relief and comfort, and that was why she was headed there.
But she would find nothing but worry at Pebble Coast today.
Blood was the first thing she scented, and that sent her reeling. After the incident with Lunafreya and the wandering, feral vampire, Suite was on high alert. She feared that creature had attacked another, and she found herself running to confirm her fears. What she found was far, far worse.
"Roy? What the fuck?!" The words exploded from her lips as she nudged her way closer to the Flame Alchemist. Her baby blues glued themselves to his self-inflicted wound. His leg was grossly different, and even though he had cauterized the wound, she could still see the uneven cuts of his teeth. She couldn't believe he had freed himself from the boulders... She couldn't believe he gnaed his own fucking leg off...
After a few moments of confusion and panic and worry, she asked, "What can I do?"
She wasn't sure what had drawn her to Pebble Coast, but she always found herself there. She summed it up to the gentle motion of the tide and the way the waves pushed and pulled upon the land. She also figured it was because this part of the territory was stunning. Sure, it was no Starpool, but this area held a special place in her heart. It offered relief and comfort, and that was why she was headed there.
But she would find nothing but worry at Pebble Coast today.
Blood was the first thing she scented, and that sent her reeling. After the incident with Lunafreya and the wandering, feral vampire, Suite was on high alert. She feared that creature had attacked another, and she found herself running to confirm her fears. What she found was far, far worse.
"Roy? What the fuck?!" The words exploded from her lips as she nudged her way closer to the Flame Alchemist. Her baby blues glued themselves to his self-inflicted wound. His leg was grossly different, and even though he had cauterized the wound, she could still see the uneven cuts of his teeth. She couldn't believe he had freed himself from the boulders... She couldn't believe he gnaed his own fucking leg off...
After a few moments of confusion and panic and worry, she asked, "What can I do?"
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE