09-03-2020, 12:03 PM
Georgia avoided the ocean now. She strayed far from the sea shore, taking to veering ever deeper into the jungles of their island. Once upon a time, she wanted nothing to do with the outside world; she wanted to waste away in her home, shriveling until nothing was left. Many times she tried to figure out how to draw the oxygen out of her own lungs, since she could not drown herself. Each and every time, she'd either failed or been interrupted. Now, she'd begun to come to terms that she would not be dying easily. So she left her home, a thinning girl, fur disheveled and dull, to walk the paths of her island.
On her walks, she'd wonder about the state of things. Her thoughts were always jumbled and interrupting one another, but while she walked, she was able to catch snippets of things. Mostly to do with Seapaw and Goldie. Seapaw had moved in with her, and while he bounced back and forth between a forced cheerfulness and quiet hours, she wondered what was really going on inside his head. As for Goldie, Georgia wondered what sort of beta the Captain thought she was. Training sessions were sparse to begin with, as Goldie was healing and pregnant; now, Georgia refused to turn up for them, no doubt giving Goldie much more one on one time with Paola. The thought made the sandy feline jealous, but not enough to bring herself to go. She didn't want to snap and hurt one of them.
On this day in particular, Georgia had just climbed down from her home, joints aching as she hit the ground. Their little cluster of homes weren't far from the sea shore, which bothered Geo endlessly - so much so that the dirt of the forest floor was heavily mixed with sand. Geo shook out her paws, dislodging the sand as best she could. It was then that the rumble of thunder caught her attention. The wind had begun to blow harder - the clouds rolled together in gray masses. A storm was brewing.
Georgia's heart beat a little too hard, a tremor pushing a little too far into her veins at the sight. There was still damage from her own storm that littered the coast - tree branches and leaf debris. She'd stumbled across a few downed palmedoes on her walks. Storms were the one ability she couldn't control, the one power she had no handle on. How do you practice for something like that?
In her panic, the somali stepped onto the beach, watching the clouds get darker and darker. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she thought helplessly, having no idea how to stop it. It was then that the ocean recoiled, the shallows churning, suddenly spitting Goldenluxuries onto the shore. Georgia stared, bewildered and trembling, at the Captain. She didn't seem to be harmed, but Geo made her way to the water's edge anyway, eyes saucer wide.
"Goldie? What..." She trailed off, at a loss for words. "What was that? What happened?"
On her walks, she'd wonder about the state of things. Her thoughts were always jumbled and interrupting one another, but while she walked, she was able to catch snippets of things. Mostly to do with Seapaw and Goldie. Seapaw had moved in with her, and while he bounced back and forth between a forced cheerfulness and quiet hours, she wondered what was really going on inside his head. As for Goldie, Georgia wondered what sort of beta the Captain thought she was. Training sessions were sparse to begin with, as Goldie was healing and pregnant; now, Georgia refused to turn up for them, no doubt giving Goldie much more one on one time with Paola. The thought made the sandy feline jealous, but not enough to bring herself to go. She didn't want to snap and hurt one of them.
On this day in particular, Georgia had just climbed down from her home, joints aching as she hit the ground. Their little cluster of homes weren't far from the sea shore, which bothered Geo endlessly - so much so that the dirt of the forest floor was heavily mixed with sand. Geo shook out her paws, dislodging the sand as best she could. It was then that the rumble of thunder caught her attention. The wind had begun to blow harder - the clouds rolled together in gray masses. A storm was brewing.
Georgia's heart beat a little too hard, a tremor pushing a little too far into her veins at the sight. There was still damage from her own storm that littered the coast - tree branches and leaf debris. She'd stumbled across a few downed palmedoes on her walks. Storms were the one ability she couldn't control, the one power she had no handle on. How do you practice for something like that?
In her panic, the somali stepped onto the beach, watching the clouds get darker and darker. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she thought helplessly, having no idea how to stop it. It was then that the ocean recoiled, the shallows churning, suddenly spitting Goldenluxuries onto the shore. Georgia stared, bewildered and trembling, at the Captain. She didn't seem to be harmed, but Geo made her way to the water's edge anyway, eyes saucer wide.
"Goldie? What..." She trailed off, at a loss for words. "What was that? What happened?"
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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