02-01-2021, 09:09 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.
There was only one interaction the tigress has actually had with Xhocoatl, in general, and that was when they'd come upon him eating someone who was trespassing. She honestly had been quite indifferent towards the action itself, only finding herself a bit annoyed when he'd decided to respond towards some disgust by continuing his efforts anyway. Still, she didn't let it paint her whole opinion of him. After all, she'd hardly any opinion to have in the first place. It would not occur to her now, however, that the male would be missing. All she knew when she'd stumbled upon the beach today was that she smelled that place again, and blood.
She was tempted to avoid it altogether, walk away. What if they'd come back for her? She looks around, not wishing to be alone. No, no, this time she would be smarter. She would make noise. What if someone needed help? She needed to at least check, and then she would leave. That would be fine. She could do that. And so the tigress would, approaching hesitantly and quietly, looking over the scene with cautious eyes. When she spotted nothing but blood, and tracks, she stopped, gritting her teeth. She huffs, trying to keep herself calm. Someone had clearly been attacked, and likely taken. Something had to be done about it.
"Ah, umm..." she growls to herself under an anxious breath, trying to figure out what to say so she wasn't completely useless. "Th-There's blood on the beach! An' tracks..." the tigress manages to call out loudly, her head lowering after doing so. She takes a few steps back, trying to catch her breath, body slightly shaking. She doesn't think she'll stick around for long, but she wants to bring some awareness to it at the very least, to someone who may prove to be more helpful. She can feel a headache begin to spur, slight dizziness alongside it, and she turns her body away, distancing herself from the scene, watching carefully.
She was tempted to avoid it altogether, walk away. What if they'd come back for her? She looks around, not wishing to be alone. No, no, this time she would be smarter. She would make noise. What if someone needed help? She needed to at least check, and then she would leave. That would be fine. She could do that. And so the tigress would, approaching hesitantly and quietly, looking over the scene with cautious eyes. When she spotted nothing but blood, and tracks, she stopped, gritting her teeth. She huffs, trying to keep herself calm. Someone had clearly been attacked, and likely taken. Something had to be done about it.
"Ah, umm..." she growls to herself under an anxious breath, trying to figure out what to say so she wasn't completely useless. "Th-There's blood on the beach! An' tracks..." the tigress manages to call out loudly, her head lowering after doing so. She takes a few steps back, trying to catch her breath, body slightly shaking. She doesn't think she'll stick around for long, but she wants to bring some awareness to it at the very least, to someone who may prove to be more helpful. She can feel a headache begin to spur, slight dizziness alongside it, and she turns her body away, distancing herself from the scene, watching carefully.
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.