OPEN/REINCARNATION | TORRENTIAL TIMES

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]A faint rain veiled the jungle that night, steady and gentle as the female, prowling about the undergrowth. To the water she went, to the thick river that came bubbling along, risen to cover the roots of the jungle trees that were usually left exposed. High water, but not forceful, not hard against the body, she thought, wading into it halfway. She knew when the gods were angry or upset, they would send a downpour, to flood the whole thing up, to sweep life away, to wash away the sins with violence, until they were satisfied with what was left. But, peering up, she knew the gods were not mad today.

However, she knew the gods wanted something.

It was simple and plain, but still, it was a cruel fate. A sacrifice, but a sacrifice of trust. That's what the goddess Nereides fed into her ear while she'd been sleeping. She, in her angel voice, beckoned her in her dreams to go to the water, to allow herself to be taken by it, to let her sins be washed away. So it was more of a baptism than a sacrifice, but she knew the gods were curious, that they wondered about the taste of her blood. Was Fischer truly as pure as she appeared to the gods, or was her devil of a father too dirty of a blemish to be removed? It was almost like a game, but Fischer knew she must oblige.

For a moment, there was peace, standing in the water, it almost reaching her underbelly. Peace, and then there was chaos. A steady downpour, the rain was suddenly hysterically. It was so heavy, she thought, that the force of the rain alone would plunge her down into the water. But instead, it was the rushing of the river, suddenly bursting at it's seams, all of it's stuffing, the water, swallowing Fischer up, taking her into a state of black. The darkness was so deep, purples and blues and murky amber flooding her vision. Her body was being pelted by the flooding river, thrown against rocks and tree roots. But she was calm, she was steady, letting everything ebb away.

When the ritual was over, the darkness never rose, it stayed upon her. Though in spirit she felt light, healthy, her vision was ripped from her, and a hollow plane of vision was all that was left. Her body, too, had been swept away in the flood, her soul twisted out of it and into another beside it. That's where Fischer laid now, eyes wide open but only able to sense the glare of the light. Her back was up against the back of her old body, of the graying wolf, replaced with the figure of a cat, a Maine Coon, with a plumage of smokey and smolder tones that silhouetted her frame cloudy.

Fischer had died and come back ... she knew the gods were satisfied with that. And they'd taken away her sight, probably deemed her not worthy of the sense. It was cruel, like she said, but she was okay, she'd learn to cope. So, she steadily got up, pressing against her old body and pursing her lips, pushing her forehead into her former pelt. She just had to be thankful the gods saw her worthy of life, and for that, she was happy for. The downpour of the night before had settled to a melancholy drizzle, and she felt the wet sand between her claws. It felt different now, like she could feel the grit of the earth better.

tldr | if this is confusing sorry ahbdjha,,, fischer/rochelle died and was reincarnated into the body of a cat, she's blind now but, she's just chillin next to her old body on the beach rip,, she might seem sus since no one recognizes her oops