07-29-2019, 05:01 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]To see a bird stuffing its face into the sand, avoiding the light, was certainly something different. Especially with it being such a small bird - a parakeet, certainly a type of bird native to their jungles, but it did not seem to have come from the island. In fact, it seems quite confused entirely, her feathered ear tips picking up as she hears the passing conversation of the parakeet and Elijah. Not used to being a bird, lost, unsure of the group he has found himself within. The tigress approaches with a curious look upon her features, arriving next to the demiangel son of old, supposedly dead, missing friends. She focuses on the little bird for now, though, heterochromatic eyes looking him over. "I take it ya must've either shapeshifted or woke up in this body," she was no stranger to dying and waking up in a different form (which, to be fair, only happened once technically, but she has died and woken up to a strange change twice by now). Being something entirely different than what she was before, though, she wouldn't really know - aside from maybe when Stryker managed to steal her memories and kept her in the Pitt.
"D'ya need any medical attention? Ya don' seem so well."
"D'ya need any medical attention? Ya don' seem so well."
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.