06-24-2018, 01:17 AM
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Usually, ocelot cubs remained with their mother for the first two years of their life - at only around ten months old, she still had at least three more months before she could feasibly hunt well on her own. But that timeframe, she imagined, applied very little to her specifically. Blessed with several magical powers from the moment of her birth, she thought that journeying to the Typhoon amounted to little trouble. What she lacked in strength and size she made up for with raw magical talent - not to mention her four odd eyes. She inherited that mutation, along with her forked tail, from her mother - which made her paranoid about what other genetics she might unfortunately possess.
But she put those thoughts out of her mind; she walked all the way out here, with her paw pads sore and muscles tired, to get away from those worries. If only for a little while. Besides, she held some curiosity about the group her father claimed to lead, last time he visited her. Since he was late to their last meeting, she decided to visit him in his own territory herself. Especially since she needed a long break from dealing with her mother's latest hysteria.
The tips of her tails flicked and twitched as she entered Typhoon territory, her mouth open as she smelled the surrounding area. Not aware of her father's death, she found herself perplexed at the lack of... well, any of his presence. Growling to herself, slightly irritated and afraid he'd just lied to her outright, the pale ocelot gritted her teeth as she paused in her steps. Unsure how to proceed, she supposed it'd be best to turn around before she got spotted by any of the locals. For all she knew, the directions he'd given her could've taken her straight to a jaguar's home terf. Or he'd told the truth and missed their meeting because his group was wiped out by a pack of prehistoric monsters. Either way, staying put in unfamiliar land that clearly was controlled by a large group seemed a poor idea.
Her paw barely moved a centimeter before she narrowed her four eyes, realizing something seemed familiar in one of the many scents around the area. Pausing, she lifted her head as she analyzed it - of course. At least one of them smelled similar enough to her dad to imply a kinship relationship. Perhaps the son her father sometimes mentioned? Deciding to risk her chances, the lithe wildcat started following the scent trail of her potential family member, though her slow crouch and apprehensive body language clearly showed her caution at doing so.
// retro to about two months icly ago
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But she put those thoughts out of her mind; she walked all the way out here, with her paw pads sore and muscles tired, to get away from those worries. If only for a little while. Besides, she held some curiosity about the group her father claimed to lead, last time he visited her. Since he was late to their last meeting, she decided to visit him in his own territory herself. Especially since she needed a long break from dealing with her mother's latest hysteria.
The tips of her tails flicked and twitched as she entered Typhoon territory, her mouth open as she smelled the surrounding area. Not aware of her father's death, she found herself perplexed at the lack of... well, any of his presence. Growling to herself, slightly irritated and afraid he'd just lied to her outright, the pale ocelot gritted her teeth as she paused in her steps. Unsure how to proceed, she supposed it'd be best to turn around before she got spotted by any of the locals. For all she knew, the directions he'd given her could've taken her straight to a jaguar's home terf. Or he'd told the truth and missed their meeting because his group was wiped out by a pack of prehistoric monsters. Either way, staying put in unfamiliar land that clearly was controlled by a large group seemed a poor idea.
Her paw barely moved a centimeter before she narrowed her four eyes, realizing something seemed familiar in one of the many scents around the area. Pausing, she lifted her head as she analyzed it - of course. At least one of them smelled similar enough to her dad to imply a kinship relationship. Perhaps the son her father sometimes mentioned? Deciding to risk her chances, the lithe wildcat started following the scent trail of her potential family member, though her slow crouch and apprehensive body language clearly showed her caution at doing so.
// retro to about two months icly ago
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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?