12-13-2018, 11:35 PM
The ocelot rarely bothered with fighting, unless given no other choice, but she put in the effort to train her powers more offensively lately. Ever since Lucifer's rampage on the territory, she decided to take using her magic more seriously for combat purposes -- now she realized the Rosebloods lacked any other water or air elements, and she'd been the sole healer for a while now. That made her a target for enemies, and she hated the thought of getting attacked or used as leverage against her new home.
The sparring competition seemed a good way to benchmark how far she'd come with her training. "Sign me up," she mumbled, forked tail lashing behind her.
The sparring competition seemed a good way to benchmark how far she'd come with her training. "Sign me up," she mumbled, forked tail lashing behind her.
waded through the spirits like a flood on the floor
SHE PUSHED THE WATER INSIDE
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?