12-15-2018, 10:34 PM
The ocelot's ears flicked, half-listening to the announcements. Personally, the changes in Sephiroth's mood and Jiyu's absence dominated her attention. With the second in command's waning health, the wildcat found her mind increasingly occupied by the thoughts of how to help the calico. Rosemary rarely saw such inexplicable back pain, especially in young felines, and the medical mystery provided an interesting puzzle for her to think on. And, of course, her own feelings liked to inject themselves into her mind -- mucking up her logic in the process.
But she needed to focus on helping the group. After the territory destruction, the healer believed herself more of a liability to the group; an empty mouth to feed, as she rarely participated in large hunts or defense. Of course, the witch cared for the sick and assisted in the fire -- but, even then, Jiyu needed to step in to save her skin.
"I can go with you, as well," the physician spoke, forked tail flicking behind her. Rosemary rarely dabbled in politics; social anxiety made interacting with the Roseblood members difficult enough, but she would contribute where she was needed. Besides, curling up in a ball in her room with a book and tea all week only made the anxiety worse over time. She needed a bit of exposure therapy now, she thought, now that her irrational emotional reaction to strangers lessened in intensity.
But she needed to focus on helping the group. After the territory destruction, the healer believed herself more of a liability to the group; an empty mouth to feed, as she rarely participated in large hunts or defense. Of course, the witch cared for the sick and assisted in the fire -- but, even then, Jiyu needed to step in to save her skin.
"I can go with you, as well," the physician spoke, forked tail flicking behind her. Rosemary rarely dabbled in politics; social anxiety made interacting with the Roseblood members difficult enough, but she would contribute where she was needed. Besides, curling up in a ball in her room with a book and tea all week only made the anxiety worse over time. She needed a bit of exposure therapy now, she thought, now that her irrational emotional reaction to strangers lessened in intensity.
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?