07-03-2018, 10:02 AM
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Returning to her little treehouse with a bag full of plants, the ocelot set to work preparing them for storage - dry pressing in the sunlight, really. The work, in its mindnumbing way, kept her busy for a few minutes before she noticed the strange gleam of metal in a random corner of her room. Pleased to have a distraction, the ocelot wandered over to it with perked ears.
Reading the note, she flicked her tail happily as she realized that Roxanne and her seemed to have a proper sibling bond; this meant a lot to her, as she felt very uprooted by leaving the tight-knit coven of her birth to come here. She knew she'd never get another family or home like the coven, but that seemed a little more alright. Picking up the bracelet - which, honestly, was quite huge for a small ocelot like herself - she fascinated it around her neck. The necklace, she supposed, would make a good hanging decoration from the ceiling. It reminded her of the Evil Eye from several Middle East human cultures; though she found its more mystical and reptile nature more befitting of her mystical abilities.
Resolving to get Roxanne a gift in return, the ocelot placed the note and the necklace in a safe spot behind one of her potted plants. For now, though, she still needed to finish her work with the fresh herbs.
Reading the note, she flicked her tail happily as she realized that Roxanne and her seemed to have a proper sibling bond; this meant a lot to her, as she felt very uprooted by leaving the tight-knit coven of her birth to come here. She knew she'd never get another family or home like the coven, but that seemed a little more alright. Picking up the bracelet - which, honestly, was quite huge for a small ocelot like herself - she fascinated it around her neck. The necklace, she supposed, would make a good hanging decoration from the ceiling. It reminded her of the Evil Eye from several Middle East human cultures; though she found its more mystical and reptile nature more befitting of her mystical abilities.
Resolving to get Roxanne a gift in return, the ocelot placed the note and the necklace in a safe spot behind one of her potted plants. For now, though, she still needed to finish her work with the fresh herbs.
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?