07-07-2018, 09:17 PM
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As an ocelot, she felt far more at home in the trees than on the ground; this constant activity in the trees tended to provide her with interesting opportunities as well. After all, if she wanted to continue playing the part of the undiscovered prankster, it made sense to only do so when her natural camouflage provided her near-perfect cover in one of the best hiding places. Hardly anyone thought to look up for safety, a fact that she took advantage of when stalking prey and her enemies. Her mission today, however, started out benign enough; she just wanted to gather some of the jungle's plants for her herb cache. Fortunate for her, she finished up and only just started the process of walking back to her treehouse home when she spotted movement on the forest floor.
Instantly stilling, her streaked and speckled body blended into the shadowed foliage of her roost, the only movement she made a slight back and forth twitch from one tip of her forked tail. Her sharp eyesight picked out Caesar - though she started to think his name was Lemonhead and he just made up that nickname, with how often the crew addressed him with insults like that. Frowning to herself, the ocelot found herself in a similar camp with the others; ever since she noticed Caesar's anger at her half-brother coming back from the dead, she decided she disliked him. In fact, she decided it might be best to try and persuade the demon to leave the Typhoon; of his own accord, of course. Rosemary dabbled in quite a number of dubious pastimes, but violence never suited her. Violence, she learned from her coven, was the tool of barbarians.
So, she needed another way to bother Caesar; it seemed her snail eating hex and heartbeat turned to pain curse both failed to put a dent in Caesar's haughty demeanor. Her other tail tip twitched as she thought over potential havoc she could wreck from this distance - she didn't quite trust her mental abilities from this far away, as she never attempted such a thing before. She knew water magic looked like her best option here - as she knew, from turning the ground to mud beneath Caesar's feet from a similar distance, that ability worked given her current limitations. Flexing her toes, she idly dug her claws into and out of the bark beneath her feet as she worked over various ideas.
When, quite literally, a brilliant opportunity with an accompanying idea hit her in the face. A raindrop plopped right on her nose, just before the rain started to pour. Covered in water within seconds, the ocelot remained perfectly still as she gleefully grabbed hold of her focus and directed her glowing amber-orange gaze to the space just above Caesar. Concentrating, she took a deep breath and allowed one singular goal to saturate her mind for half a second: causing the water above Caesar to boil. At this distance, she knew she would likely succeed, but she didn't know how long - ideally, she would want to keep walking with Caesar from up above in the trees; she'd have to see his reaction to the first bit of boiling water in order to calculate whether taking that risk seemed necessary.
Instantly stilling, her streaked and speckled body blended into the shadowed foliage of her roost, the only movement she made a slight back and forth twitch from one tip of her forked tail. Her sharp eyesight picked out Caesar - though she started to think his name was Lemonhead and he just made up that nickname, with how often the crew addressed him with insults like that. Frowning to herself, the ocelot found herself in a similar camp with the others; ever since she noticed Caesar's anger at her half-brother coming back from the dead, she decided she disliked him. In fact, she decided it might be best to try and persuade the demon to leave the Typhoon; of his own accord, of course. Rosemary dabbled in quite a number of dubious pastimes, but violence never suited her. Violence, she learned from her coven, was the tool of barbarians.
So, she needed another way to bother Caesar; it seemed her snail eating hex and heartbeat turned to pain curse both failed to put a dent in Caesar's haughty demeanor. Her other tail tip twitched as she thought over potential havoc she could wreck from this distance - she didn't quite trust her mental abilities from this far away, as she never attempted such a thing before. She knew water magic looked like her best option here - as she knew, from turning the ground to mud beneath Caesar's feet from a similar distance, that ability worked given her current limitations. Flexing her toes, she idly dug her claws into and out of the bark beneath her feet as she worked over various ideas.
When, quite literally, a brilliant opportunity with an accompanying idea hit her in the face. A raindrop plopped right on her nose, just before the rain started to pour. Covered in water within seconds, the ocelot remained perfectly still as she gleefully grabbed hold of her focus and directed her glowing amber-orange gaze to the space just above Caesar. Concentrating, she took a deep breath and allowed one singular goal to saturate her mind for half a second: causing the water above Caesar to boil. At this distance, she knew she would likely succeed, but she didn't know how long - ideally, she would want to keep walking with Caesar from up above in the trees; she'd have to see his reaction to the first bit of boiling water in order to calculate whether taking that risk seemed necessary.