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Rosemary’s ears flicked at Vaas’s voice; as her gaze flicked to the tiger, her body froze. Why would Vaas—and, by extension—PalmClan be here? She hissed, grabbing the icy water and slipping it over her own right paw, taking his strength for her own.
“What—”
He lunched, his paws hooking around her ankles, and she fell to the ground before the healer could process his attack. Rosemary’s jaw clenched. The cold water stuck to her paws froze into sharp ice claws, long and deadly, while her upper lip curled back. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, dispassionately and low in pitch.
“You don’t get to laugh right now. Are you helping Stryker hurt my home? You think I can goof off with you, while Roux children learn the meaning of trauma tonight?” She rolled away, darting to a the closest tree and racing up the trunk. The ocelot’s four eyes narrowed to slits as she positioned herself in the branches, forked tail lashing. “I helped you.”
While her claws flexed into the bark, Rosemary stilled. Fighting never appealed to her, all whirl-dash moves honed from practice. The thought of him climbing up after her—or her jumping down to attack him—never entered her mind. Instead, she grimaced, forked tail lashing all the while, as she hated this conundrum his presence presented.
[member=16248]VAAS .[/member]
[/td][/tr][/table]“What—”
He lunched, his paws hooking around her ankles, and she fell to the ground before the healer could process his attack. Rosemary’s jaw clenched. The cold water stuck to her paws froze into sharp ice claws, long and deadly, while her upper lip curled back. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, dispassionately and low in pitch.
“You don’t get to laugh right now. Are you helping Stryker hurt my home? You think I can goof off with you, while Roux children learn the meaning of trauma tonight?” She rolled away, darting to a the closest tree and racing up the trunk. The ocelot’s four eyes narrowed to slits as she positioned herself in the branches, forked tail lashing. “I helped you.”
While her claws flexed into the bark, Rosemary stilled. Fighting never appealed to her, all whirl-dash moves honed from practice. The thought of him climbing up after her—or her jumping down to attack him—never entered her mind. Instead, she grimaced, forked tail lashing all the while, as she hated this conundrum his presence presented.
[member=16248]VAAS .[/member]
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
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?