07-29-2018, 11:35 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
With her shell firmly secured in her bag, the ocelot took another winding path to another section of the territory - this one on the outskirts, by its very nature. She only knew one location in the territory to have a bell of any sort: the railroad gait. She remembered how some joiners she saw would ring the bell here to get the attention of others, though she honestly didn't remember if she had been one of them. Still, as she came closer, her pawsteps quickened as her excitement got the best of her.
Her forked tail flicked happily behind her as she saw the basket slip into view, nestled next to the train and full of painted shells. Plucking one from the pile, she tucked it into her bag with the three others - blue, pink, yellow, and green. Purple was at the next and final destination; she could feel her paws ache with all this walking, and she silently wished she mastered her flight with her air elemental abilities by now. Surely it'd go by much faster and save her muscles some aches!
© MADI
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?