01-05-2019, 12:44 AM
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Rosemary knew flight, though her version involved less wings and more levitation. If she had the strength, she’d have flown here herself – she knew the way. She spent plenty of time running away from her responsibilities in the Rosebloods to succumb to the ocean’s call; though she never infringed upon the Typhoon’s territory. But even the storm’s wind and rain couldn’t obscure the shore enough for her not to recognize the jungle island. How could she not, when this place became her home? She belonged here more than she ever had at the coven or in the Rosebloods – though she liked to deny the truth over and over again.
But Jiyu approached the beach too fast. Just as her soupy mind recognized the danger, the dragon’s claws suddenly released her. Dead blue eyes flinging wide in a panic, adrenaline shot through the ocelot as she drew on her strength – and on the sea’s.
Slowing her decent with the wind, the ocelot dropped gently into the raging waves. The ocean instantly formed a radius of calmness around her, the waves crashing into the invisible walls of her circle only to become reborn beyond the reach of her powers. Shaking with the rush, the spotted wildcat hardly noticed clarity that oozed back into her mind – much like when consciousness slipped in when migraines suddenly dropped away. But she did know she felt alive again, belly-deep into the salt water with sea foam at all sides.
The ocelot’s ears twitched, hearing Jiyu’s calls for her. Her shoulders moved; she contemplated leaving the ocean, but she remembered the quiet terror of the stillness. So she stayed in her small circle of sea foam, surrounded by the crashing waves as the salt winds pulled at her fur every which way. “I’m alright, Jiyu!” she called to the dragon, not too far from her on the shore. The ocelot nearly laughed – from the joy of the freedom of the sea – but restrained herself, content to drink in the moment.
How she missed the sea.
But Jiyu approached the beach too fast. Just as her soupy mind recognized the danger, the dragon’s claws suddenly released her. Dead blue eyes flinging wide in a panic, adrenaline shot through the ocelot as she drew on her strength – and on the sea’s.
Slowing her decent with the wind, the ocelot dropped gently into the raging waves. The ocean instantly formed a radius of calmness around her, the waves crashing into the invisible walls of her circle only to become reborn beyond the reach of her powers. Shaking with the rush, the spotted wildcat hardly noticed clarity that oozed back into her mind – much like when consciousness slipped in when migraines suddenly dropped away. But she did know she felt alive again, belly-deep into the salt water with sea foam at all sides.
The ocelot’s ears twitched, hearing Jiyu’s calls for her. Her shoulders moved; she contemplated leaving the ocean, but she remembered the quiet terror of the stillness. So she stayed in her small circle of sea foam, surrounded by the crashing waves as the salt winds pulled at her fur every which way. “I’m alright, Jiyu!” she called to the dragon, not too far from her on the shore. The ocelot nearly laughed – from the joy of the freedom of the sea – but restrained herself, content to drink in the moment.
How she missed the sea.
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?