THERE'S GOING TO BE A WAR ♡ TYPHOON RAID

[bubblegum]

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.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Heavy breaths from the exerted energy, the sparks ceasing when she hears movement towards the entrance, which could be either Coalition members retaliating or friendly faces. The scent of the beaches, however, were quick to hit her senses, and she knew that soon they would see the light once more, and they would not die in their own pile of filth. Not yet. Her vision is foggy, unsure, but she recognizes the silhouette that appears first, and it causes her to second guess herself. The sight of a son that had not been home for some time, it caused her to wonder if perhaps she had died after all. Or perhaps she was simply unconscious, all of this a dream. She is slow to react, her body laid out, head against the cold ground. Her eyes only watch, the only indication she was taking any of this in. However, as Sea approached fully and placed his head in her dirtied fur, a sense of reality began to set in for certain.

She felt a grip of worry tug at her chest, seeing two of her sons here. She would rather them stay away from the action, keep safe and make sure everyone else who stayed behind was safe, but she understood them coming as well. They were of age to be in such a battle, and thus far, everything seemed almost too easy. And this would only be further reassured as Roxie came into view, her eyes briefly and slowly closing to the other's touch. "Don' forget 'im," the tigress would mumble out weakly as she felt others begin to push at her sides, attempting to lift her, gesturing towards Eternal. The male kept her company within the bunker, even if they really were not more than strangers strapped together in a poor situation.

"I could go for a bath, n' a drink." She'd attempt to joke, voice weak and tired. Though it was genuine, as the female had always been one to take good care of her fur, and this whole situation was worthy of something relaxing afterwards. Things weren't finished yet, and while she hated that she could not lift her own body up, she would much prefer not to die in this manner, so she would not protest. She was more happy, than anything, to see her family. The girl who'd once broken Stryker's chains now needed help, his pull too hard, too strong, and she wanted nothing more than to be with her family before the chain was broken once and for all. Things would happen as they were meant to.