07-18-2018, 09:47 PM
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"No need to move her, I'm here," the ocelot's raspy voice called out, words carried more by the wind than her lungs. With her usual herb-scented satchel by her side, she quickly darted to Caecia's with a puzzled expression. She certainly could tell by the cub's aura that she felt pain - physical, as well as something that almost seemed like embarrassment - but that ended the useful information she could gather. Besides, with the child's face painted in agony, her additional abilities seemed quite useless at the moment. "Can you describe the pain? What were you doing before it struck?" the pale wildcat asked, unaware that Caecia inadvertently caused her own suffering and knew the cause.
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?