THE JURY'S CORRUPT // open, capture + torture

[ROSEMARY]

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Rosemary, likewise Solveig, thought of Goldie as she saw the Savannah cat getting pushed around by the yellowbellied officer. But she couldn't ignore it - the smell of burning flesh and the similarities between the two brought up too many memories of the time Goldie turned up with their degree burns on the beach. And how the child still refused to sit still and recover, so Rosemary was left bandaging those burns over and over and over again. The smell of burned flesh brought up terrible memories and feelings for her now. And, well, with a helpless female at the mercy of an inferior male and her own emotions swirling like a typhoon inside her skull, she felt compelled to act.

"That's enough," she hissed, attempting to slam a powerful gust of wind at Caesar to knock him away from Pele. Trying to worm her way between the younger Savannah cat and her adversary, Rosemary's fur bristled along her spine. She certainly was a tall and slender feline, even if she sucked at fighting. She still held enough faith in her magic that she could handle defending a small child from her least favorite male. "Back off, lemon," she snarled, her raspy voice backed with the cutting edge of a deep growl.