08-30-2020, 10:46 PM
Georgia hadn't been outside in days. Her fur was unkempt, her eyes were hollow; she seemed dangerously thin. Her appearance stopped bothering her a week ago; she stopped giving a shit about her baby fur and the state of her coat - stopped looking after her sleep routine and exercise. She wanted to waste away until there was nothing left. It would only be right - only be fair.
Georgia had vowed, somewhere in the back of her skull, that she would never use her water abilities again. Would never risk drowning someone again. She didn't want to look at the water, much less bend it to her will. She revoked her right to the sea. It deserved someone of higher caliber than her pathetic ass.
Still, the one time she managed to drag her ass to the beach; the one time the urge of the ocean was so strong it physically ached, Georgia had to stumble across people. Previously, she would have sought them out - to ground herself. Now, all that awaited her was a jumble of questions and follow-ups. Seapaw already followed her around like the wind would steal her if he didn't check in every single moment of the day. In fact, she very nearly turned around.
However, upon hearing Michael's threat, Georgia found the fur along her scrawny spine raise. She had little interaction with the foreign alliances and enemies of The Typhoon, but The Pitt was well disgusted and despised by many. Gia dragged tired eyes over the situation, over Michael hanging back - likely due to his extra load - and the Pittian going for a swim. Since Michael was the only person about, Georgia was not about to let him go unprotected. Sand shifted as a protective wind curled around the somali as she awaited Dante's response.
Georgia had vowed, somewhere in the back of her skull, that she would never use her water abilities again. Would never risk drowning someone again. She didn't want to look at the water, much less bend it to her will. She revoked her right to the sea. It deserved someone of higher caliber than her pathetic ass.
Still, the one time she managed to drag her ass to the beach; the one time the urge of the ocean was so strong it physically ached, Georgia had to stumble across people. Previously, she would have sought them out - to ground herself. Now, all that awaited her was a jumble of questions and follow-ups. Seapaw already followed her around like the wind would steal her if he didn't check in every single moment of the day. In fact, she very nearly turned around.
However, upon hearing Michael's threat, Georgia found the fur along her scrawny spine raise. She had little interaction with the foreign alliances and enemies of The Typhoon, but The Pitt was well disgusted and despised by many. Gia dragged tired eyes over the situation, over Michael hanging back - likely due to his extra load - and the Pittian going for a swim. Since Michael was the only person about, Georgia was not about to let him go unprotected. Sand shifted as a protective wind curled around the somali as she awaited Dante's response.
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THE SEA WAVES ARE MY EVENING GOWN:
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags