12-17-2018, 12:35 AM
Slowly walking over, the physician flicked her forked tail while standing on the outskirts of the meeting. Never one to feel comfortable in large crowds, the ocelot adjusted to stay out of the main throng of attending animals. At the news of her promotion -- and, subsequently, the flowers she received -- the slender wildcat dipped her head and restively shifted from paw to paw. Still feeling distant from the group's members, she doubted she deserved the promotion. Unlike in the Typhoon, her skills hardly seemed to matter here; the only person she healed was Jiyu, which hardly compared to the constant stream of injuries she handled in her previous home. "I accept," she murmured, slowly stepping towards Sephiroth.
To not take the flowers seemed at the least impolite, if not downright treasonous. And while Rosemary hated standing in front of crowds, the healer loathed disappointing the people relying on her more. With the crafted wreathe around her neck, the ocelot nodded quickly before making her way back to her isolated seat -- the leader's next bit of news sounded... unsettling, and she didn't wish to stand too close to him when he lost his temper.
To not take the flowers seemed at the least impolite, if not downright treasonous. And while Rosemary hated standing in front of crowds, the healer loathed disappointing the people relying on her more. With the crafted wreathe around her neck, the ocelot nodded quickly before making her way back to her isolated seat -- the leader's next bit of news sounded... unsettling, and she didn't wish to stand too close to him when he lost his temper.
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?