09-17-2020, 03:32 AM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary took a seat, wrapping her tail around her paws. Her treehouse’s in-progress construction weighed on her mind. However, its destruction prompted her to reintegrate into Typhoon social life properly. The witch had always lurked in the shadows, even in her previous days as a soothsayer, preferring to watch rather than interact with others. After all the family she lost… her priorities changed.
Her ears twitched at her name, and the ocelot’s gaze sharpened on Roan. “I can’t fault your reasoning,” she said. If she were in his place, she might’ve thought someone mind wormed her with mind magic; the promotion to sage almost shocked her.
“And the Tanglewoods news is interesting.” She’d heard they lacked medics for some time now. Her brief trading visit confirmed the rumor. “Let me know if you would like help preparing materials for the healing lesson. Or preparing medical supplies to donate.” Her tail-tips curled around her body, as she couldn’t help but wonder if any Tanglers would bother showing up for the lesson.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Her ears twitched at her name, and the ocelot’s gaze sharpened on Roan. “I can’t fault your reasoning,” she said. If she were in his place, she might’ve thought someone mind wormed her with mind magic; the promotion to sage almost shocked her.
“And the Tanglewoods news is interesting.” She’d heard they lacked medics for some time now. Her brief trading visit confirmed the rumor. “Let me know if you would like help preparing materials for the healing lesson. Or preparing medical supplies to donate.” Her tail-tips curled around her body, as she couldn’t help but wonder if any Tanglers would bother showing up for the lesson.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?