07-31-2018, 11:08 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
The ocelot, as usual, did her best work at night - the crispness of the chilled air helped clear her mind, and she felt more in tune with her magic. Night made even the most mundane of her chores tolerable, such as laying out the herbs she collected out on her floor and use her magic to suck the water from the leaves to dry them instantly. When she heard her name called, the ocelot paused in her work, her ears twitching as she recognized the voice as belonging to one of her nieces. One of her half-demon nieces, to be more specific, though Rosemary never cared too much about things like that.
Poking her head out of her treehouse window, the pale wildcat looked down to see Katherine below; so, her ears hadn't been playing tricks on her. It was rare for people to speak her out without the urgency of someone needing a medic. "Not at the moment - why don't you come up and tell me what's going on?" Rosemary called out, motioning with a paw to the rickety rope ladder that hung down, its wooden planks stained with time chipped at the ends.
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© 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?