07-19-2018, 08:10 AM
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Though Rosemary had yet to properly get acquainted with Luca, she saw him around the group often enough to notice his various scratches across his body - as well as a potentially interesting light in his aura, similar enough to Caesar's own demonic trace. Given that the hellhound, obviously, was a hellhound she pieced together that Luca probably was demonic; if she kept to herself as a good witch should, then she knew she needed to put a bit of distance between them. After all, meddling with demons seldom turned out well.
But the ocelot, filled with more curiosity and far more evil compulsions than the average witch, dismissed that guideline. Instead, she wanted to investigate; she needed to see if Luca's demonic nature made him as intolerable as Caesar, and whether the hellhound would need regular checkups on these odd scratches he seemed to collect.
"Luca?" the pale wildcat called out, using her magic to cause her soft voice to carry on the wind. She had a feeling that the canine was currently here, in the darkness of the jungle, but she couldn't quite pinpoint where his scent trail led to. Rolling her tongue around her teeth, she adjusted the satchel around her as she waited to hear for his returning callback.
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
But the ocelot, filled with more curiosity and far more evil compulsions than the average witch, dismissed that guideline. Instead, she wanted to investigate; she needed to see if Luca's demonic nature made him as intolerable as Caesar, and whether the hellhound would need regular checkups on these odd scratches he seemed to collect.
"Luca?" the pale wildcat called out, using her magic to cause her soft voice to carry on the wind. She had a feeling that the canine was currently here, in the darkness of the jungle, but she couldn't quite pinpoint where his scent trail led to. Rolling her tongue around her teeth, she adjusted the satchel around her as she waited to hear for his returning callback.
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
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?