11-24-2020, 02:00 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
The interaction had been quite simple in her eyes, she was concerned over Tanglewood's ailment, but was happy to hear they at least finally had an answer for the group's absence, and it wasn't something seemingly irreversible. They were still allies, and they were still kicking, even if slower and crippled at the moment. The pirates would help them fix it, and that was good news. But, there was an interruption. A chuckle in her head, the one that'd visited her just days ago. It was a warning, she'd not known. It was a promise. And the noise of a figure closing in distracts her.
Her ears perk upwards, head turns, alert. She knows exactly what she sees. The snake slithered in the long grass, lunging at her. Exactly how she knew he would.
Such a long period of searching, of bitter planning, meticulous ideas scribbled. Maps set, swords sharpened. But her cutlass was not with her today. There had not been any reports of the lion in over a year. She was almost convinced he had finally fucked off for good. Almost. "You-" she snarls out, attempting to push [member=265]Keona.[/member] farther away, not wishing for her dealer to potentially get caught in the jumble, and quickly lifts her paws, trying to move. Move, move, move.
She was tangled up, twisted in the threads and knots. And she felt his pull, his tug. It was too tight. Her attempts to break loose, move away, were too late. You cannot fight what's already happened, it echoes to her.
She'd been hunting Stryker for nearly two years. And now they've presented themselves, an ultimatum. But it wasn't how it was meant to be. She knew to be always prepared, to know that her enemies did not play fair, that an ambush could occur at any moment, but this wasn't right. This wasn't how she'd pictured any of the possibilities. None of her plans went over this. An oversight. She couldn't let this be a waste, however. She was quick to think, she knew. She could figure this out. She always did.
The captain lets out a roar as she feels him pin her down, sink his teeth into her leg. Sophiea was still here. Keona was still here. Tanglewood was still here. Even if Sophiea's words were true, or even if they weren't, they still were here, surely.
She hears another approach, and for a moment, she's hopeful. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees the movement. "Get away, Keona!" she calls out in warning, pushing her own body. "Get your dirty fuckin' paws off me, snake!" comes her icy snarl, attempting to push Stryker off, even for a moment, and quickly push her body away from him. She needs to get farther away from the group, needs to get more space so she may electrocute him. It was too close, too risky. The others could get hurt.
But as she tugs her own body, she feels the sharp pain once more. The thread is too tight, too heavy.
/rushed af before work
Her ears perk upwards, head turns, alert. She knows exactly what she sees. The snake slithered in the long grass, lunging at her. Exactly how she knew he would.
Such a long period of searching, of bitter planning, meticulous ideas scribbled. Maps set, swords sharpened. But her cutlass was not with her today. There had not been any reports of the lion in over a year. She was almost convinced he had finally fucked off for good. Almost. "You-" she snarls out, attempting to push [member=265]Keona.[/member] farther away, not wishing for her dealer to potentially get caught in the jumble, and quickly lifts her paws, trying to move. Move, move, move.
She was tangled up, twisted in the threads and knots. And she felt his pull, his tug. It was too tight. Her attempts to break loose, move away, were too late. You cannot fight what's already happened, it echoes to her.
She'd been hunting Stryker for nearly two years. And now they've presented themselves, an ultimatum. But it wasn't how it was meant to be. She knew to be always prepared, to know that her enemies did not play fair, that an ambush could occur at any moment, but this wasn't right. This wasn't how she'd pictured any of the possibilities. None of her plans went over this. An oversight. She couldn't let this be a waste, however. She was quick to think, she knew. She could figure this out. She always did.
The captain lets out a roar as she feels him pin her down, sink his teeth into her leg. Sophiea was still here. Keona was still here. Tanglewood was still here. Even if Sophiea's words were true, or even if they weren't, they still were here, surely.
She hears another approach, and for a moment, she's hopeful. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees the movement. "Get away, Keona!" she calls out in warning, pushing her own body. "Get your dirty fuckin' paws off me, snake!" comes her icy snarl, attempting to push Stryker off, even for a moment, and quickly push her body away from him. She needs to get farther away from the group, needs to get more space so she may electrocute him. It was too close, too risky. The others could get hurt.
But as she tugs her own body, she feels the sharp pain once more. The thread is too tight, too heavy.
/rushed af before work
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.