08-02-2018, 02:46 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px; padding-right: 8px; font-family: timesnewroman;"][size=8pt]Experiencing the emotions she had felt only days ago following the thoughts of her mother had been quite the roller-coaster for Sylvina's young mind to get over. It wasn't like Aphra had that compelling of a reaction to her daughter's every day feelings (quite frankly, she didn't focus on the older female whatsoever) - it had just so happened that mother dearest was her body's own scapegoat that had triggered a switch within. The intensity of the situation from a simple mundane notion had spiraled out of control, leaving the Bengal a co-pilot on her own crashing plane. It was absolutely suffocating and she was searching for any plausible solution to bargain with her brain's ability to allow her some sort of relief for the situation. Unfortunately the answer to snapping her out of the initial perturbation was one that was all but foreign to her innocent self.
It was obvious that, in the moment, Sylvina couldn't contain herself or her actions; the slaughtered duckling was evident of that. Her violent outlash towards the innocent creature was unlike the youth's personality ... She adored wildlife and being around as many native creatures to the island as she could. It was always a calming feeling knowing that the animals held a special connection to the land in the same way she held a place within the Typhoon. If they brought her such joy, Sylvina couldn't berate her mind enough to wonder why had she done it.
Why did she kill that innocent bird? The duckling was simply curious of a situation, unknowing of how unstable the kitten had been. She tried to tell herself time after time that it was an accident like Aita had assured at the scene .. But in truth, Sylvina wasn't sure if that statement held any value. She had aimed her blow at the bird, killing it with her own freewill. Of course her mind hadn't been exactly there; it was as if she was in a coma within an active body. The only opinion that eased her mind was that she was sick during that time-frame and wasn't herself.
She tried not to think about it.
Instead, Sylvina was consuming her mind elsewhere in a task that would hopefully bring some sort of closure for her scattered mind. She had heard that having a hobby was medicating, and the kitten was all for finding a solution. The anxiety attack felt embarrassing for the spirited soul and she would do anything not to have the same encounter, especially if she could prevent it by any means.
The she-cat was sat down where the sandy beaches met the jungle's soil, paws digging quickly into the ground. Beside her body were a bunch of carefully dug up flowers that she aimed to plant once she had enough holes. It was tedious work for a small creature such as herself, but eventually - and hopefully with a little help - she'd have a garden going in no time.
It was obvious that, in the moment, Sylvina couldn't contain herself or her actions; the slaughtered duckling was evident of that. Her violent outlash towards the innocent creature was unlike the youth's personality ... She adored wildlife and being around as many native creatures to the island as she could. It was always a calming feeling knowing that the animals held a special connection to the land in the same way she held a place within the Typhoon. If they brought her such joy, Sylvina couldn't berate her mind enough to wonder why had she done it.
Why did she kill that innocent bird? The duckling was simply curious of a situation, unknowing of how unstable the kitten had been. She tried to tell herself time after time that it was an accident like Aita had assured at the scene .. But in truth, Sylvina wasn't sure if that statement held any value. She had aimed her blow at the bird, killing it with her own freewill. Of course her mind hadn't been exactly there; it was as if she was in a coma within an active body. The only opinion that eased her mind was that she was sick during that time-frame and wasn't herself.
She tried not to think about it.
Instead, Sylvina was consuming her mind elsewhere in a task that would hopefully bring some sort of closure for her scattered mind. She had heard that having a hobby was medicating, and the kitten was all for finding a solution. The anxiety attack felt embarrassing for the spirited soul and she would do anything not to have the same encounter, especially if she could prevent it by any means.
The she-cat was sat down where the sandy beaches met the jungle's soil, paws digging quickly into the ground. Beside her body were a bunch of carefully dug up flowers that she aimed to plant once she had enough holes. It was tedious work for a small creature such as herself, but eventually - and hopefully with a little help - she'd have a garden going in no time.
YOU SINK YOUR TEETH INTO THE PEOPLE YOU DEPEND ON;
INFECTING EVERYONE, YOU'RE QUITE THE PROBLEM !
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