07-02-2018, 11:47 AM
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How strange, that she stayed here long enough to listen to a second meeting - coincidentally her half-brother's second meeting since returning from the dead, as well. However, something seemed off with the sea; this seemed obvious by the lack of sea life. As Pincher spoke, she not so subtly scanned the coral reef above. Looking for any trace of the fish or reef sharks that usually bustled about, she felt a growing sense of dread in her chest. Her strongest magical affinity was anchored in water, so she felt quite uneasy with the sudden change in the ocean.
Flicking her tails, she nodded absentmindedly as she heard her name called, as well as other announcements that interested her. Most of them didn't - she hardly cared about promotions to the lower ranks or shoutouts. Thus far, it seemed that everyone other than Pincher held the same social standing, even if they technically outranked the others. Both officers, including the temporarily demoted Caesar, seemed to do nothing except ooze arrogance. And she didn't even know what the strikers and higher-strikers (Rosemary couldn't remember their name, for the life of her) apparently did that made them more important than the rest. Given her history of coming from a coven where the only ranking system was informally based on reputation and knowledge, the more strict hierarchy of the Typhoon went over her head with its subtleties.
She glanced at Roxanne for a moment, happily noting that her sister noticed the tegu egg - even though she didn't quite understand why Roxanne was carrying it around with her. About to question the winged feline about this, she instead snapped out of her lazy musings by Pincher's alarm call. The fur along her spine bristled as she suddenly put together the odd sensation she felt from the ocean; an she never felt in person before, but read about in books. Shooting out of the underground dome with her forked tail streaming behind her, the ocelot sharply turned as she reached the surface, looking out ahead at the sea.
No wonder the ocean life was nowhere to be found; there was a noticeable dip in the shore, more extreme than any low tide she'd seen before. Exposed starfish and coral baked in the hot sun, but she didn't linger on them for long. Instead, she squinted her four eyes as she locked onto a moving mass in the horizon. Freezing, her four eyes widened in shock. Her mind raced as she stood there, toes burning on the sand, as she tried to come up with a way to fix this. But she already knew, in the back of her head, there was no magic strong enough to stop this.
Flicking her tails, she nodded absentmindedly as she heard her name called, as well as other announcements that interested her. Most of them didn't - she hardly cared about promotions to the lower ranks or shoutouts. Thus far, it seemed that everyone other than Pincher held the same social standing, even if they technically outranked the others. Both officers, including the temporarily demoted Caesar, seemed to do nothing except ooze arrogance. And she didn't even know what the strikers and higher-strikers (Rosemary couldn't remember their name, for the life of her) apparently did that made them more important than the rest. Given her history of coming from a coven where the only ranking system was informally based on reputation and knowledge, the more strict hierarchy of the Typhoon went over her head with its subtleties.
She glanced at Roxanne for a moment, happily noting that her sister noticed the tegu egg - even though she didn't quite understand why Roxanne was carrying it around with her. About to question the winged feline about this, she instead snapped out of her lazy musings by Pincher's alarm call. The fur along her spine bristled as she suddenly put together the odd sensation she felt from the ocean; an she never felt in person before, but read about in books. Shooting out of the underground dome with her forked tail streaming behind her, the ocelot sharply turned as she reached the surface, looking out ahead at the sea.
No wonder the ocean life was nowhere to be found; there was a noticeable dip in the shore, more extreme than any low tide she'd seen before. Exposed starfish and coral baked in the hot sun, but she didn't linger on them for long. Instead, she squinted her four eyes as she locked onto a moving mass in the horizon. Freezing, her four eyes widened in shock. Her mind raced as she stood there, toes burning on the sand, as she tried to come up with a way to fix this. But she already knew, in the back of her head, there was no magic strong enough to stop this.
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?