11-14-2020, 10:54 AM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
These days were built on gloom and despair, days that left them all feeling pretty down and out. These Wanderers had them pinned, they had stopped them from getting any help from those that would be their friends. No communication was coming out and she hoped that someone would find this odd. But perhaps Tanglewood was solitary and this was normal to them. The painted woman did not know but she hoped that something would happen to break the tide for them and they could turn things back on the invaders. It was just a game of waiting now but she felt the fire in her veins. The needed to push and push till the wall broke for them. Waiting was harder for her, she wanted to strike out against them and make them suffer for their crimes against these Woods. A deep and troubled sigh left her throat as she descended from her porch, gaze shifting from one place to another. They had new creatures here, stealing from them. Taking the prey that was rightfully their's and staying in homes that didn't belong to them. Thieves.
She tried to tune them out as she began to walk along the pathway she had grown familiar with. Her paws touching down on ways that had been worn down before she had even arrived here. Her mind was troubled that much was certain and she felt cracked. Like there was something else showing, was this what she had taken this journey for? A frown marred her features as she weaved her way through patches of tough grass and steady ground. She hadn't been this far out before and the mere fact thst she came to a shore was shocking for the tribal cat. They knew what an ocean was but they never got close to it. To them it read danger, a threat, the unknown. The waters too deep and so the tribe kept their distance. She was taught at an early age to keep her distance as well. So there was panic, sharp and twisting in her gut when she saw two within the waves.
She bolted down to the waters edge, kicking up sand before sputtering to a sloppy stop at the edge of the waves. Her eyes were wide as she watched from where she was, tail twitching with nervous energy. They seemed okay but she did not like it and plus she could not help them if they would need it. The king cheetah could not swim, had never been taught. With this knowledge in tow she began to pace back and forth, never once looking away from those she counted as her friends. "She thinks you both can come back now. Land is better, yes?"
She tried to tune them out as she began to walk along the pathway she had grown familiar with. Her paws touching down on ways that had been worn down before she had even arrived here. Her mind was troubled that much was certain and she felt cracked. Like there was something else showing, was this what she had taken this journey for? A frown marred her features as she weaved her way through patches of tough grass and steady ground. She hadn't been this far out before and the mere fact thst she came to a shore was shocking for the tribal cat. They knew what an ocean was but they never got close to it. To them it read danger, a threat, the unknown. The waters too deep and so the tribe kept their distance. She was taught at an early age to keep her distance as well. So there was panic, sharp and twisting in her gut when she saw two within the waves.
She bolted down to the waters edge, kicking up sand before sputtering to a sloppy stop at the edge of the waves. Her eyes were wide as she watched from where she was, tail twitching with nervous energy. They seemed okay but she did not like it and plus she could not help them if they would need it. The king cheetah could not swim, had never been taught. With this knowledge in tow she began to pace back and forth, never once looking away from those she counted as her friends. "She thinks you both can come back now. Land is better, yes?"