07-18-2018, 10:05 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Rochelle often grew worried for those that ventured on to Haven Island with that murky cursed liquid. She just had this sense that whatever the jungle juice was, it was something of evilness and impurity. She'd seen it, smelled it even, but the lupine herself had never consumed it, afraid to let it get anywhere past her lips. The only liquid she allowed into her body was water, fresh from the waterfalls of the jungle. She never sipped from a coconut or alcohol or anything, except for water. She did it to please the gods and to make herself feel cleansed of whatever pollution she felt was inside of her soul.
When she watched Vandal disappear to perform her Entrance ritual, she kept a close eye out for the maned wolf's return, just as she'd done for Felix. There was a sense of ... protection she felt for all of the newcomers that took up the feat, and she couldn't help but just watch and wait for them to come back once they'd tossed the bottle into the sea. Rochelle had never completed the ritual, and she never instructed anyone to do something she hadn't done yet. The wolf was unsure if only bad things occurred during the ceremony ... could they get hurt? Could they get killed?
"Vandal ..." Rochelle breathed out softly, expression gentle as she padded up beside the Roux. "Good morning ..." Her voice is almost a whisper to the other female because there's such this stillness, this quietness to Vandal that Rochelle had never seen in her. "You've completed the entrance ritual ... if you need anything to eat, drink, or anything, I can go get it for you." She offered her solemnly, not meeting the others gaze but looking out at the sea, eyes trying to separate the horizon.
When she watched Vandal disappear to perform her Entrance ritual, she kept a close eye out for the maned wolf's return, just as she'd done for Felix. There was a sense of ... protection she felt for all of the newcomers that took up the feat, and she couldn't help but just watch and wait for them to come back once they'd tossed the bottle into the sea. Rochelle had never completed the ritual, and she never instructed anyone to do something she hadn't done yet. The wolf was unsure if only bad things occurred during the ceremony ... could they get hurt? Could they get killed?
"Vandal ..." Rochelle breathed out softly, expression gentle as she padded up beside the Roux. "Good morning ..." Her voice is almost a whisper to the other female because there's such this stillness, this quietness to Vandal that Rochelle had never seen in her. "You've completed the entrance ritual ... if you need anything to eat, drink, or anything, I can go get it for you." She offered her solemnly, not meeting the others gaze but looking out at the sea, eyes trying to separate the horizon.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags