05-20-2021, 09:30 PM
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It was true, the rain had come and the damage that the drought had caused would be reversed in due time. Everything from the dead foliage to the starvation that the residents of the swamp had been forced to survive. She wasn’t entirely sure everyone made it out alive, that seemed unlikely, but she had yet to find any skin and bone corpses around. Some of the newer faces were sparse, which wasn’t always a great sign in a place like this, but she was sure that they were going to survive after all, generally speaking. Bugging her still though was having to lay down her pride for the sake of asking for assistance, which even from an ally felt wrong. While most stuck to their own, even she forgot they had a friendly neighbor in the form of a crew of funky little pirates, Tanglewood was sort of...isolated? No, that wasn’t it. No longer neutral either. Perhaps the word would come to her. The point was that asking for help felt foreign and wrong to her. But there hadn’t been any choice.
And while she was recovering quickly, every so often the fatigue of just that would catch up to her. Hunting was a chore still, which resulted in Arrow hissing at a creature that got away, a deer or something. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t quick enough. Which was probably pathetically funny given her current form, but she didn’t know how to use cheetah tactics just yet, and wasn’t about to risk colliding with a tree at high speeds. Either way, the much needed distraction from her frustration came in the form of a particularly demanding medic.
”Aw, you shouldn’t have. What’s the occasion?” Popping her head out from around a tree, a little on the cautious side only for the sake of her new family, and the scars of Jormungand’s barbaric attack still very much felt. But he smelled like the Typhoon, which was to say Roan carried the scent of sea salt within a land of freshwater. More or less obvious.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]And while she was recovering quickly, every so often the fatigue of just that would catch up to her. Hunting was a chore still, which resulted in Arrow hissing at a creature that got away, a deer or something. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t quick enough. Which was probably pathetically funny given her current form, but she didn’t know how to use cheetah tactics just yet, and wasn’t about to risk colliding with a tree at high speeds. Either way, the much needed distraction from her frustration came in the form of a particularly demanding medic.
”Aw, you shouldn’t have. What’s the occasion?” Popping her head out from around a tree, a little on the cautious side only for the sake of her new family, and the scars of Jormungand’s barbaric attack still very much felt. But he smelled like the Typhoon, which was to say Roan carried the scent of sea salt within a land of freshwater. More or less obvious.