08-14-2020, 10:03 PM
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*･ﾟ✧ / BETA / 08 MONTHS
Since Sam’s passing, Georgia had been in an odd state of mind. It was strange, the feeling of distance that made her conscience feel like a helium balloon. The sight of her father’s lifeless body appeared in her dreams, her daydreams, her nightmares; she couldn’t escape it. Her heart was slowly being eaten away by the raw grief that she had yet to cope with. Last night she hadn’t slept; couldn’t sleep. Every time she shut her eyes she was swept away by a torrent of rain and wind as her memories slipped further into darkness. Sam’s death had few literal meanings to her, but it triggered something she had tried so desperately to store away.
When the horn blew, Georgia jumped — and consequently fell off the roof of the hut she was curled up on. She was so wrapped up in her own brain that the noise just about paralyzed her; luckily, she was able to recover quickly and hit the ground on all fours.
”Jesus fucking Christ,” Gia breathed, trying desperately to smooth the fur along her spine. Whatever the fuck that was could die. She didn’t even know what that horn was for. Shaken, she watched as a couple npc’s streamed out of the cabin she’d been dissociating on.
Curious and seeking a distraction from her own brain, she followed them towards a much larger gathering. Georgia sat on the edges of the crowd, not terribly interested in what was going on other than the fact that it was probably important. Her eyes roamed the crowd, fur already itching with unease. She despised large crowds and everything they stood for. Eyes flicking briefly to Goldie, she noticed that her mentor looked justifiably terrible.
When the horn blew, Georgia jumped — and consequently fell off the roof of the hut she was curled up on. She was so wrapped up in her own brain that the noise just about paralyzed her; luckily, she was able to recover quickly and hit the ground on all fours.
”Jesus fucking Christ,” Gia breathed, trying desperately to smooth the fur along her spine. Whatever the fuck that was could die. She didn’t even know what that horn was for. Shaken, she watched as a couple npc’s streamed out of the cabin she’d been dissociating on.
Curious and seeking a distraction from her own brain, she followed them towards a much larger gathering. Georgia sat on the edges of the crowd, not terribly interested in what was going on other than the fact that it was probably important. Her eyes roamed the crowd, fur already itching with unease. She despised large crowds and everything they stood for. Eyes flicking briefly to Goldie, she noticed that her mentor looked justifiably terrible.
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags