08-14-2019, 08:43 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/tw: mentioned causes of death in paragraph 3
Rin's sleep schedule was similarly abnormal, though that did not owe to any physical condition on her part. Her body had no qualms about falling asleep, and indeed, she often desired to rest, to allow herself to recover from the events of the day. This world was exhausting enough on its own, and even more so when she had people to protect and a goal to reach.
Far too often, when she did find sleep, her nightmares pursued her until she had no escape but to wake up. Upon slaying the Huntress and thus setting out on her quest for the first time, those nightmares started to subside in the face of her determination. However, since the Maiden's attack, they had returned in full force.
Part of her wondered if she deserved this. Endlessly fleeing the ravenous predator that was the past was not a fate she would wish on anyone else, but after everything she had allowed to happen, had been too weak to prevent... to complain about it would be insulting to everyone else who had suffered worse than she had. Nightmares and flashbacks were nothing compared to decapitation, disembowelment, or any of the other gruesome forms of desecration she had witnessed. It was a small restitution, for such a long series of such miserable failures.
On this particular night, Rin hadn't bothered with any attempt at sleep. Barracuda Bay was an odd locale with odd individuals, but at least if she stayed nearby she could keep an eye on said individuals. No one was going to end up nearly dead at the paws of the Pitt today, and if she had to throw herself in front of someone to make sure of that, she would. She could come back even if she did die, anyway. (Which everyone could, technically, but they weren't always willing, and even if they were, death was still painful.)
While padding along outside the huts, keeping her eyes glued to the sand, she overheard a voice that she didn't recognize. She glanced up, then fixed her gaze on the two felines. They smelled enough like the Typhoon that they were probably members, but she hadn't met them yet- which made sense, given that she wasn't a member and was still recovering from her injuries. It was then that she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the sky was ablaze with tumbling lights: a meteor shower.
In spite of herself, she watched the meteorites cascade relentlessly against the atmosphere, striking through the constellations in some semblance of defiance. The celestials would not receive their glory tonight, hidden behind the descent of rocks. Rocks, of all things; they spited everyone equally, it seemed. Rin almost smiled at the irreverence of these unthinking objects. Almost. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep eroding at her rational thought.
Regardless, her eyes remained smug as they followed the falling meteors. "Beautiful," she murmured, tugging at her scarf with one paw. "I'll admit that."
/what this be? heck if I know
Rin's sleep schedule was similarly abnormal, though that did not owe to any physical condition on her part. Her body had no qualms about falling asleep, and indeed, she often desired to rest, to allow herself to recover from the events of the day. This world was exhausting enough on its own, and even more so when she had people to protect and a goal to reach.
Far too often, when she did find sleep, her nightmares pursued her until she had no escape but to wake up. Upon slaying the Huntress and thus setting out on her quest for the first time, those nightmares started to subside in the face of her determination. However, since the Maiden's attack, they had returned in full force.
Part of her wondered if she deserved this. Endlessly fleeing the ravenous predator that was the past was not a fate she would wish on anyone else, but after everything she had allowed to happen, had been too weak to prevent... to complain about it would be insulting to everyone else who had suffered worse than she had. Nightmares and flashbacks were nothing compared to decapitation, disembowelment, or any of the other gruesome forms of desecration she had witnessed. It was a small restitution, for such a long series of such miserable failures.
On this particular night, Rin hadn't bothered with any attempt at sleep. Barracuda Bay was an odd locale with odd individuals, but at least if she stayed nearby she could keep an eye on said individuals. No one was going to end up nearly dead at the paws of the Pitt today, and if she had to throw herself in front of someone to make sure of that, she would. She could come back even if she did die, anyway. (Which everyone could, technically, but they weren't always willing, and even if they were, death was still painful.)
While padding along outside the huts, keeping her eyes glued to the sand, she overheard a voice that she didn't recognize. She glanced up, then fixed her gaze on the two felines. They smelled enough like the Typhoon that they were probably members, but she hadn't met them yet- which made sense, given that she wasn't a member and was still recovering from her injuries. It was then that she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the sky was ablaze with tumbling lights: a meteor shower.
In spite of herself, she watched the meteorites cascade relentlessly against the atmosphere, striking through the constellations in some semblance of defiance. The celestials would not receive their glory tonight, hidden behind the descent of rocks. Rocks, of all things; they spited everyone equally, it seemed. Rin almost smiled at the irreverence of these unthinking objects. Almost. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep eroding at her rational thought.
Regardless, her eyes remained smug as they followed the falling meteors. "Beautiful," she murmured, tugging at her scarf with one paw. "I'll admit that."
/what this be? heck if I know
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