03-15-2021, 10:54 AM
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.
*retro injury/power discovery
Stepping onto the beach, she had not expected to find this along the way. The tigress had scented the blood, however, and knew that was never a good sign. She hoped whatever it came from wasn't fatal, and that it wasn't a child, or someone in her family, most of all. Was that selfish? She didn't think so. They were most important to her, after all. Unfortunately, Deldrach, while she didn't recall it, had been considered like family to her for a long time. The female was nothing more than a familiar presence now. A face she could trust. One she's certain she had plenty of history with, but hadn't brought herself to ask about. It seemed like whatever it was, it was painful. And both of them seemed to enjoy staying on the brighter side of things regardless. Her pace would quicken, stepping up just behind Roan. She wanted to help however she could as well - it was her job.
What exactly she was supposed to do now seemed to escape her head, though. She pauses for a moment, simply watching, surveying the female's missing eye. She doesn't say anything at first, only clears her throat slowly when Vayne speaks up. "G-Good idea," she answers towards the younger feline, glancing to her, before looking to Roan. "What do you need me t' do? I can go grab more supplies if you need." The female asks softly, wishing to be more useful than to simply stand there. The treatments she listed off the top of her head were likely already about to be done by Roan, and she didn't want to get in his way.
Stepping onto the beach, she had not expected to find this along the way. The tigress had scented the blood, however, and knew that was never a good sign. She hoped whatever it came from wasn't fatal, and that it wasn't a child, or someone in her family, most of all. Was that selfish? She didn't think so. They were most important to her, after all. Unfortunately, Deldrach, while she didn't recall it, had been considered like family to her for a long time. The female was nothing more than a familiar presence now. A face she could trust. One she's certain she had plenty of history with, but hadn't brought herself to ask about. It seemed like whatever it was, it was painful. And both of them seemed to enjoy staying on the brighter side of things regardless. Her pace would quicken, stepping up just behind Roan. She wanted to help however she could as well - it was her job.
What exactly she was supposed to do now seemed to escape her head, though. She pauses for a moment, simply watching, surveying the female's missing eye. She doesn't say anything at first, only clears her throat slowly when Vayne speaks up. "G-Good idea," she answers towards the younger feline, glancing to her, before looking to Roan. "What do you need me t' do? I can go grab more supplies if you need." The female asks softly, wishing to be more useful than to simply stand there. The treatments she listed off the top of her head were likely already about to be done by Roan, and she didn't want to get in his way.
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.