10-12-2020, 11:09 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
The ocelot sat on her haunches, removing her satchel while she waited. The decrepit buildings offered little to look at, but at least she’d picked a spot with plenty of shade. Right when she sighed and paws at her satchel, wishing she’d brought a book with her, the breeze shifted.
Sitting up in sudden alarm, the wind kicked up, spinning invisible circles around her. All four eyes drifted to different places, sweeping and scanning. When she spotted the tiger, those amber eyes zeroed in on him. Her body stiffened, wind loud enough to whistle in both their ears.
Then he backed off, almost playfully, and she recognized his jade eyes and soul. “Vaas?” she questioned, but his paw tapped her nose. Her head lowered, and Rosemary raised a paw, rubbing her muzzle. One big eye squinted at him—yup, this was, undeniably, Vaas. The wind died down.
“Usually, groups don’t mind healers trespassing. Never before have I been so horrifically attacked and disfigured.” With her monotone voice, the sarcasm thrummed in her words loud and clear.
Rosemary stopped rubbing her muzzle. With the same paw, she reached out and attempted to tap his velvet snoot in turn. “There. Now I’ve given you an equally scarring wound, we’re even.” The tension that’d stiffened her spine only a moment ago melted like ice on the beach, and the sea witch was unexpectedly happy she’d come.
“Oh, there’s so many Roux children, I can’t keep track of who’s related to me and who’s not. So it’s about the same as before I left for the Rosebloods.” She shook her head with a snort. “But it’s nice. Though lightning recently burned my treehouse down, if you can believe it.”
“I didn’t know you joined a group. Or that you liked these broken human things. Is all of PalmClan like this, or is this your home territory?”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Sitting up in sudden alarm, the wind kicked up, spinning invisible circles around her. All four eyes drifted to different places, sweeping and scanning. When she spotted the tiger, those amber eyes zeroed in on him. Her body stiffened, wind loud enough to whistle in both their ears.
Then he backed off, almost playfully, and she recognized his jade eyes and soul. “Vaas?” she questioned, but his paw tapped her nose. Her head lowered, and Rosemary raised a paw, rubbing her muzzle. One big eye squinted at him—yup, this was, undeniably, Vaas. The wind died down.
“Usually, groups don’t mind healers trespassing. Never before have I been so horrifically attacked and disfigured.” With her monotone voice, the sarcasm thrummed in her words loud and clear.
Rosemary stopped rubbing her muzzle. With the same paw, she reached out and attempted to tap his velvet snoot in turn. “There. Now I’ve given you an equally scarring wound, we’re even.” The tension that’d stiffened her spine only a moment ago melted like ice on the beach, and the sea witch was unexpectedly happy she’d come.
“Oh, there’s so many Roux children, I can’t keep track of who’s related to me and who’s not. So it’s about the same as before I left for the Rosebloods.” She shook her head with a snort. “But it’s nice. Though lightning recently burned my treehouse down, if you can believe it.”
“I didn’t know you joined a group. Or that you liked these broken human things. Is all of PalmClan like this, or is this your home territory?”
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?