a continuous thrum [o, joining]

[VENUS C.]

Black paws pattered softly against metallic railroad tracks as a lone figure made its way along a strip of land. The multi-colored feline was headed to a destination it had forgotten the name of, tail tip twitching and a bored expression present on its face. While it was probably important to the apex inhabitants of this island, the one that identified itself as Venus could give less of a shit. All it really cared about was whether they had booze and a warm bed for it sleep in, two things it really needed right about now.

It had been days since Venus had had a good drink, and the demi-god had been sober for far too long- not that it absolutely needed to be hammered to function, but some alcohol would be nice. Drugs would be a plus, but again, not a necessity. From word of mouth, it had heard that this place it was headed to had a bar- a real bar! Unlike that ass-smelling swamp place Venus had called home before that had nothing of the sort at all. Even the thought of having to trod through that disease ridden sludge water one more time made its skin crawl beneath its layer of dark blue fur.

It wasn’t long before Venus found itself at a railroad gate, a giant bell just asking to be rung hanging above. Well, wasn’t this interesting. Taking hold of the rope hanging just inches from them, the feline gave it a strong tug, causing the bell to erupt in a symphony of rings. Certainly that wouldn’t attract any negative attention, right? Now that Venus thought of it, maybe ringing that thing wasn’t the best idea if these people weren’t friendly. In fact, if it remembered correctly, someone told it pirates lived here. Oh well- if it needed to use its venomous fangs for a quick getaway, it would do so.

the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul

— Reggan