Crows flying, screeching away from the jungle... a disturbance bleeding into the air like poison.
Vandal watches them disappear into the distance before turning from where they had fled from. A disturbance, she repeats, a disturbance that caused them to flee from their nests in a flurry of feathered movement, crying in alarm. She picks herself up from where she had been sprawled out on the beach and begins to limp towards it, uncomfortable in each step (she tries to deny the sensation that it feels like she's walking towards tragedy). Each step begs for a cry of pain but she holds her lips together, sinks angry teeth into bitter tongue, hoping that her senses are wrong.
Each pawstep is ominous.
A voice.
A harrowing voice echoes from somewhere in front of her, and she feels her heart plummet into somewhere beyond her gut, fear taking its place in her chest, tighter and tighter until she can't breathe. Limp turns into stumble, stumble turns into run, pushing her agonized body, faster and faster until she's scrambling into the scene with her eyes already brimming with tears. N-not again...
Deldrach sprawled on the ground, Goldie pushing bandages into where crimson springs from tawny pelt, and Vandal nearly loses it. She crosses the remaining distance between them, lowering herself in front of the hurt jaglioness until her neon eyes meet her two-toned ones. "Del, what happened?" She doesn't wait for a response, turns her vivid gaze to Goldie in a flash of indescribable panic. "What's wrong - who - how did -" Incoherence, stringing words along in a broken pattern as her gaze swivels wildly from Goldie to the tree house to Deldrach.
Why do you feel so guilty?
"Del..." Her voice is nothing more above a whisper, scratching quietly at her throat, worry plucking at each letter. Her voice is pleading but she doesn't know what she's pleading for.
Vandal watches them disappear into the distance before turning from where they had fled from. A disturbance, she repeats, a disturbance that caused them to flee from their nests in a flurry of feathered movement, crying in alarm. She picks herself up from where she had been sprawled out on the beach and begins to limp towards it, uncomfortable in each step (she tries to deny the sensation that it feels like she's walking towards tragedy). Each step begs for a cry of pain but she holds her lips together, sinks angry teeth into bitter tongue, hoping that her senses are wrong.
Each pawstep is ominous.
A voice.
A harrowing voice echoes from somewhere in front of her, and she feels her heart plummet into somewhere beyond her gut, fear taking its place in her chest, tighter and tighter until she can't breathe. Limp turns into stumble, stumble turns into run, pushing her agonized body, faster and faster until she's scrambling into the scene with her eyes already brimming with tears. N-not again...
Deldrach sprawled on the ground, Goldie pushing bandages into where crimson springs from tawny pelt, and Vandal nearly loses it. She crosses the remaining distance between them, lowering herself in front of the hurt jaglioness until her neon eyes meet her two-toned ones. "Del, what happened?" She doesn't wait for a response, turns her vivid gaze to Goldie in a flash of indescribable panic. "What's wrong - who - how did -" Incoherence, stringing words along in a broken pattern as her gaze swivels wildly from Goldie to the tree house to Deldrach.
Why do you feel so guilty?
"Del..." Her voice is nothing more above a whisper, scratching quietly at her throat, worry plucking at each letter. Her voice is pleading but she doesn't know what she's pleading for.
KISS MY ROTTEN HEAD AND PULL THE PLUG
MAXINE 'VANDAL' ROUX
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON