TIME TO CATCH A CRIMINAL | ARGUS'S DEATH | TW GORE

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priscilla "sil" rosario — female — the typhoon — tags

a young mind, untainted and unknowing of this cruel world, always creates stories in her head. the tales her fathers would tell her, the storybooks she would read, they were all just a part of her life. they are all true to her life. not in a literal sense, as far as she is aware, but in the idea that...she can be the hero, or her siblings, fathers, or anyone else she may know or even come up with. if she pretended, then it might as well be true. her fables could exist anywhere and everywhere, melting into daily life and giving her an easier way to get through the day, despite the nervousness that naturally flows through her body.

while she is making attempts to move around, get outside, at least say hello, she will always find herself returning to the jungle for relaxation. the lush plants and pretty scents that filled it kept her feeling calmer. she is home, and here, it is much easier to create stories. the ocean does not distract her and fill her with fear here simply because, the ocean is not visible here. she is mostly alone, other than the constant presence of ari, that no one else ever seemed to sense, and that leaves her mind free to hit any plot she may wish to create.

the young ragdoll decides that she is a little bird, hopping through the forested place, looking for materials to bring back to help her family. she looks at the various life around her, scanning through it all carefully. she wanted to bring back the right things - not that she has quite planned out what those will be specifically. her eyes land upon some flowers and she hops towards them in the same manner of a bird, investigating them before choosing them. her wings shift slightly on her body as she leans in to sniff them. but, instead of being greeted with the flowery scent, a stronger, familiar smell hits her senses. she cannot quite place what it is, but she knows that she knows it. so, she continues to hop towards it, deciding to investigate.

a gasp is the first thing to be let out from the girl. a singular, rapid inhale as she stares at the body in front of her. then, quickened breaths as she continues to watch it, nervous eyes no longer flickering about her surroundings, but only one thing - this corpse. her body locks in place, tense and curled in on itself. the kitten's pupils are slits, blue eyes filled with dread. she feels something overtaking her - something she has never experienced before. it is choking her, filling her with a stinging sensation. it feels as if she is going to go unconscious at any second, too weak to move. she feels as if she is bleeding out, as if she is going to die, any moment from now. she does not know what is happening. none of these problems are truly afflicting her, but, she can't make it stop, trapped within this growing sensation of death. she cannot pretend anymore. it is almost familiar. too familiar. but, she does not know what it is. she is too young, too secure to understand.

her body shakes as these feelings remain for several moments, no sounds escaping her. a fuzziness is beginning to overtake her and she cannot stop it. until, finally, a voice cuts through it. "sil," it is ari's voice. the golden crow is inching towards her. "breathe." he has never sounded so...reassuring before. that simple command is enough to ground her. ground her enough, to begin to reattach to reality, and the figure in front of her. ground her enough, that she begins to scream, and does not stop. "HELP!!"