12-03-2020, 03:03 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.
Giving the tigress any sort of opportunity to reach the lion would be a mistake. Whether or not she was successful, there was no chance she'd give up when presented with it. Water existed around them, and the air was fresh and new, not musty, hot, and dirty like the ones in her cell she'd been kept. If he did not intend to kill her right here and now, or quite soon after, it would be a failure on his end. But it seemed that maybe, for the time being, that his plans did not include her death just yet. Perhaps in an attempt to satisfy revenge for Jervis, but unbeknownst to him, she'd intended not to cage him, but kill him. She'd been lied to, and she knew it, but she'd no means of finding the lion, and at the time she had much bigger fish to fry. But, she has been waiting for this for a long time. And she would see to it she did everything she could to fight. She would never stop struggling, aiming for him.
And as they began to gather, she knew she was outmatched, outnumbered, her body weak and growing sickly from the untreated wound around her severed leg. But it was opportunity nonetheless, no matter if she were to lose or not. There was no strategy to be had in this situation - at this point she could only take everything she could get, and this was everything, for the moment. She knew the Typhoon would prevail, her crewmates would assist Tanglewood, and they would ultimately win, but she'd no time. No time at all. It was very well possible she could die before they manage to find her. And that would be fine.
The other leaders at her side made clear that the lion was looking to put on some sort of display. This could be her last moment for all she really knew. The Fate had warned her, and it surely must have been for reason. The tigress' paws twitch, a thunderous roar escaping her weakened body. It wasn't over yet. "Filfth náireach," (disgusting filth) she snarls towards the male, clear hatred in her icy gaze. "You will die, soon." It was not a threat, but a promise. If not to be fulfilled by her, then it would be done so soon by someone else. She'd made sure Keona left with such a goal in mind.
Her paws continue to twitch, and silently water droplets appear in the air, and she aims to use them to help further her electricity, shooting electrical sparks at [member=1738]Stryker[/member] . If they hit, they wouldn't be incredibly damaging, but they would burn. She couldn't kill him here and now, not from where she was, but she didn't give a shit. She would keep fighting until her final breath, do everything to make his life a living Hell.
And as they began to gather, she knew she was outmatched, outnumbered, her body weak and growing sickly from the untreated wound around her severed leg. But it was opportunity nonetheless, no matter if she were to lose or not. There was no strategy to be had in this situation - at this point she could only take everything she could get, and this was everything, for the moment. She knew the Typhoon would prevail, her crewmates would assist Tanglewood, and they would ultimately win, but she'd no time. No time at all. It was very well possible she could die before they manage to find her. And that would be fine.
The other leaders at her side made clear that the lion was looking to put on some sort of display. This could be her last moment for all she really knew. The Fate had warned her, and it surely must have been for reason. The tigress' paws twitch, a thunderous roar escaping her weakened body. It wasn't over yet. "Filfth náireach," (disgusting filth) she snarls towards the male, clear hatred in her icy gaze. "You will die, soon." It was not a threat, but a promise. If not to be fulfilled by her, then it would be done so soon by someone else. She'd made sure Keona left with such a goal in mind.
Her paws continue to twitch, and silently water droplets appear in the air, and she aims to use them to help further her electricity, shooting electrical sparks at [member=1738]Stryker[/member] . If they hit, they wouldn't be incredibly damaging, but they would burn. She couldn't kill him here and now, not from where she was, but she didn't give a shit. She would keep fighting until her final breath, do everything to make his life a living Hell.
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.