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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
"I am not a doll," she said, her words as crisp as the snap of dry twigs. She eyed them, more concerned for the blood that left their throat than their impaired speech. Rummaging through her satchel, she pulled out two flasks of water as she prepared to complete her usual ritual of cleaning wounds - with a flick of her wrist, she sent the water through the air in streams of various girth, each coursing over an individual slash across South's body. She wanted to keep her physical distance from the canine's body as far as she could; she felt her sadism pulse in her mind. Rosemary hated feeling it slink against her thoughts, trying to worm its way into her while she needed to keep her focus on her magic.
But, in this instance, she felt glad for the incubus's disrespectful flirting. However much it irritated her, she'd still take irritation over her focus waning. She made a mental note to see Luca after she finished patching the canine hybrid up.
"Like the others said, Desperado lived here for a time. Though might I suggest you stop talking - you've obviously got a cut inside your throat, let it heal," she said, her four eyes narrowing in disgruntlement. Contrary to her diction, the witch's tone made her suggestion sound more like an order. Ordinarily, she might offer using her telepathic abilities to allow the injured person to continue talking. But, in this case, she thought it silly to give someone who called her a doll access to her mind - especially with her sadism raring and ready to burst out anywhere it might chip away at her mental defenses.
Pulling out some of her bandages to the top of her satchel, her auxiliary eyes glanced at Pip as she spoke, "Brush off that blood, then help bandage his wounds, once I've finished cleaning them."
[/td][/tr][/table]But, in this instance, she felt glad for the incubus's disrespectful flirting. However much it irritated her, she'd still take irritation over her focus waning. She made a mental note to see Luca after she finished patching the canine hybrid up.
"Like the others said, Desperado lived here for a time. Though might I suggest you stop talking - you've obviously got a cut inside your throat, let it heal," she said, her four eyes narrowing in disgruntlement. Contrary to her diction, the witch's tone made her suggestion sound more like an order. Ordinarily, she might offer using her telepathic abilities to allow the injured person to continue talking. But, in this case, she thought it silly to give someone who called her a doll access to her mind - especially with her sadism raring and ready to burst out anywhere it might chip away at her mental defenses.
Pulling out some of her bandages to the top of her satchel, her auxiliary eyes glanced at Pip as she spoke, "Brush off that blood, then help bandage his wounds, once I've finished cleaning them."
© 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?