05-06-2018, 11:51 AM
fate or finality
Sekai had no clue what this “ritual” was, just that she was supposed to do it in order to gain full access to the group. The lioness thought it was best to just get it over with. After all, first of all, it couldn’t be that bad. Secondly, if it was, well it would be done and over with and she would never have to do it again!
She had been told to go to the bar, so that is what she did. The doors swung open and the loud noises of drunken chatter, and the drunken dancing filled her ears and swarmed her vision. It took her forever to flag down a busy bartender. His eyes lit up, amused, as he gave her the concoction. She had begun drinking it, but as it was made from plants and she was a carnivore, it taste horrible, disgusting. She wanted to spat it out, but glared at the bartender instead. He laughed, remarking that “sugar makes it ineffective.”
Then she was sent on her way to the smaller island. As she walked over there, the bartender actually kept his gaze on her. After all, the Typhoon did not need a member falling into the ocean and drowning. Sekai stepped on the sand, that was course, rough and got everywhere.
She sighed, wondering what was going to happen. Was she not supposed to eat and this drink would keep her sustained through the night? The muddy-colored lioness had no clue, and she idly kicked a rock. That’s when something odd appeared in her vision. Purple. Purple light. A hilt, and then a slash. She moved and then attempted to let out a roar, nostrils flaring. Her paws moved in a battle stance. “Who’s even wielding you?!”
//anyone can reply, even before [member=262]ANAKIN SKYWALKER.[/member]
She had been told to go to the bar, so that is what she did. The doors swung open and the loud noises of drunken chatter, and the drunken dancing filled her ears and swarmed her vision. It took her forever to flag down a busy bartender. His eyes lit up, amused, as he gave her the concoction. She had begun drinking it, but as it was made from plants and she was a carnivore, it taste horrible, disgusting. She wanted to spat it out, but glared at the bartender instead. He laughed, remarking that “sugar makes it ineffective.”
Then she was sent on her way to the smaller island. As she walked over there, the bartender actually kept his gaze on her. After all, the Typhoon did not need a member falling into the ocean and drowning. Sekai stepped on the sand, that was course, rough and got everywhere.
She sighed, wondering what was going to happen. Was she not supposed to eat and this drink would keep her sustained through the night? The muddy-colored lioness had no clue, and she idly kicked a rock. That’s when something odd appeared in her vision. Purple. Purple light. A hilt, and then a slash. She moved and then attempted to let out a roar, nostrils flaring. Her paws moved in a battle stance. “Who’s even wielding you?!”
//anyone can reply, even before [member=262]ANAKIN SKYWALKER.[/member]
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