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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
NECRO MAMBAS
[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 ?!
The ocelot's forked tail flicked through the air as she stopped in front of the gate. Eriocalyx, her saltwater crocodile pet, walked behind her -- he pulled a basic wheeled cart behind him, filled to the brim with various books and her healing supplies. When she left, she anticipated to stay in her coven permanently; after all, she felt more comfortable around her telepathic family members, building her knowledge base and expanding her craft alongside her blood relatives. But word continued to reach her of how the Typhoon fared. That Pincher got himself near-mortally injured. That Goldie went missing and ended up captured, tortured. That people continued injuring themselves in the damned stupidest of ways.
She loved her coven, her family. But the Typhoon needed her too -- and they were her family too, even if only a few carried the Roux name.
She sighed, glancing at Eri as she settled her gaze on the gate's bell. It rang quickly, moving back and forth quickly, though she hadn't moved a muscle. "Hello, I'm moving back in," she called out, her voice dry and airy.
[/td][/tr][/table]She loved her coven, her family. But the Typhoon needed her too -- and they were her family too, even if only a few carried the Roux name.
She sighed, glancing at Eri as she settled her gaze on the gate's bell. It rang quickly, moving back and forth quickly, though she hadn't moved a muscle. "Hello, I'm moving back in," she called out, her voice dry and airy.
© 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?