11-08-2018, 09:30 PM
[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE
Three males -- well, two adults and one boy -- came out to greet her and Eri. Her forked tail flicked behind her as she watched them for signs of aggression; she itched to check, to double-check, before she said her name and got invested in this group. She lost time and energy by staying in the Typhoon for as long as she did, and she hated running the risk of so poorly fitting into another group yet again. Thankfully, they seemed altogether curious, if not a bit uneasy about her piebald crocodile. "I'm Rosemary Roux, and this is Eriocalyx. He's a saltwater crocodile -- he won't attack if I'm not threatened," she replied to the first person, her ears flicking. She felt a little nervous about Eri's adaptation to the jungle, but she felt confident enough to risk it. If he got sick, she would take him to the ocean again, but the thought of parting with him so soon after leaving her home dug a hole in her chest. After a pause, she added, "I'm here to join. I'm originally from the Typhoon, if that will be a problem...?" She remembered the exchange between the two groups' leaders at the Typhoon's borders, and assumed the Rosebloods might hold a grudge from that. Her brother tended towards blunt -- and she, as well -- though she knew some people found offense in that kind of attitude.
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?