Gentle the breeze that swayed the wind as the large domestic feline pushed their way out of their hidden cave, where Medusa lay, bloodied and broken, slowly being mended by the feline. They needed just one thing to continue the process. The only place they could rightfully find it was either along the cliffs or in random grass pockets on the beach. The old, creaky body moved with haste toward the open ocean, checking each and every grass patch for the star-shaped flowers. Pack on their chest filled with various herbs that they''d never give, for they needed them for Medusa. Not like the herbs would help with illness -- that wasn't Healer's job. Their job was to revive and heal. Medusa was their final order -- it had to work or both parties would be royally fucked.
A frustrated huff came from the cat as they looked to the blooming dawn sky. They had to find that flower. They had to. As they continued to search the grass, they were unaware and unknowing of anyone watching them or getting ready to ambush. All they cared about was that flower.
A frustrated huff came from the cat as they looked to the blooming dawn sky. They had to find that flower. They had to. As they continued to search the grass, they were unaware and unknowing of anyone watching them or getting ready to ambush. All they cared about was that flower.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗