12-24-2018, 07:11 PM
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On quiet pawsteps, the ocelot walked into festival hub – all four eyes darting around to look at the pretty decorations. From the glowing crystals jutting from the ceiling to the assorted flowers, a sense of calm draped over her shoulders like a cozy blanket. Carefully, she arrived at one of the tables to set down a basket of her tea supplies. She set about making a fresh pot of green tea, passing a cup to any of the tired volunteers that wandered by.
Spotting Jiyu not too far off, dispensing orders and handling the organization, the spotted wildcat levitated two cups and walked over to the vizier. Rosemary still worried about the woman’s back; nothing she tried seemed to help Jiyu with the pain or shrink the bumps beneath the skin. And even as the savannah waved off her concerns, continuing to press on with her duties, the physician knew the agony the vizier suppressed.
“I can handle hunting a ram – presumably, we won’t sacrifice it?” Rosemary spoke up, her right ear flicking nervously. She hated seeing the sacrifices; the witch largely tried to ignore the religion that Sephorith pushed on the rest of the group, avoiding any rumors of sacrifices taking place in the territory. And she succeeded, except when one was dragged out in front of her during a meeting. “I would rather not… considering the winter season, that is,” she added, unsure how strongly the vizier felt attached to those ‘traditions.’
Clearing her throat, she waved a paw and levitated one of her tea cups closer to Jiyu. “I made a fresh batch – you look tired, the caffeine will help keep you focused,” she spoke, trying to appeal to Jiyu’s efficiency. She knew the savannah often pushed herself too far; dehydration, naturally, was one of the many things Rosemary worried about with her.
Spotting Jiyu not too far off, dispensing orders and handling the organization, the spotted wildcat levitated two cups and walked over to the vizier. Rosemary still worried about the woman’s back; nothing she tried seemed to help Jiyu with the pain or shrink the bumps beneath the skin. And even as the savannah waved off her concerns, continuing to press on with her duties, the physician knew the agony the vizier suppressed.
“I can handle hunting a ram – presumably, we won’t sacrifice it?” Rosemary spoke up, her right ear flicking nervously. She hated seeing the sacrifices; the witch largely tried to ignore the religion that Sephorith pushed on the rest of the group, avoiding any rumors of sacrifices taking place in the territory. And she succeeded, except when one was dragged out in front of her during a meeting. “I would rather not… considering the winter season, that is,” she added, unsure how strongly the vizier felt attached to those ‘traditions.’
Clearing her throat, she waved a paw and levitated one of her tea cups closer to Jiyu. “I made a fresh batch – you look tired, the caffeine will help keep you focused,” she spoke, trying to appeal to Jiyu’s efficiency. She knew the savannah often pushed herself too far; dehydration, naturally, was one of the many things Rosemary worried about with 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?