11-07-2020, 10:34 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary glided down to the ground winglessly. She touched down a hair outside of PalmClan’s camp; last time, she made the effort of disguising her powers. Today, it was far too cold for such stupid pretenses. If PalmClan’s traditions made their members hate her witchy nature so much, then she’d take her healing and leave this blizzard hellscape behind her.
How could it be so cold? She shivered. The wind cut straight through her white wool sweater, and she alternated hold her paws to her chest. Once she set one down, her body temperature melted the snow. The freezing liquid clung to her paws, and she hopped up to a boulder, shivering all the while, hastily clearing the snow off the top with her forked tail.
At least the cold stone chilled less than the slushy snow. Her teeth chattered, and the witch hoped Vaas’s plea for help was exaggerated. She wanted to leave. Immediately. She wasn’t made for the cold.
“Hello? I heard a PalmClanner named Medusa was having difficulty?” she called. Rosemary peeked her head through the camp’s opening. Her ears flicked against her head—not because she was stressed or scared, but because she was cold. She shivered again. This was much worse than the AE’s bonfire… she hated snow. She didn’t know she hated snow until now, but now she knew she loathed the stuff.
// takes place before stryker's visit !
[sub][W]isker[/sub]How could it be so cold? She shivered. The wind cut straight through her white wool sweater, and she alternated hold her paws to her chest. Once she set one down, her body temperature melted the snow. The freezing liquid clung to her paws, and she hopped up to a boulder, shivering all the while, hastily clearing the snow off the top with her forked tail.
At least the cold stone chilled less than the slushy snow. Her teeth chattered, and the witch hoped Vaas’s plea for help was exaggerated. She wanted to leave. Immediately. She wasn’t made for the cold.
“Hello? I heard a PalmClanner named Medusa was having difficulty?” she called. Rosemary peeked her head through the camp’s opening. Her ears flicked against her head—not because she was stressed or scared, but because she was cold. She shivered again. This was much worse than the AE’s bonfire… she hated snow. She didn’t know she hated snow until now, but now she knew she loathed the stuff.
// takes place before stryker's visit !
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?