WHO AM I REALLY — o, blood division ceremony

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]The blood division was also another one of the Typhoon's rituals she'd not yet completed. It was passing her first week on the island, and she hadn't even considered what division she would be a part of, let alone the entrance ritual and the jungle juice. She figured she would be a part of the Necro Mambas, as she had an extensive knowledge on medicine, and was spiritual, though not in the sense that the Necro Mambas were. It just wouldn't make sense for her to be in any other division, perhaps the Blackjack Rats, however, she never once thought of herself to belong in the Grim Rays. She knew how to fight and combat, but it was her choice not to use this as an advantage, rather she preferred to act with her words.

Rochelle had witnessed the King Cheetah with his totems before he ascended the volcano, and she'd watched him out of curiosity. The wolf had been feasting on fruit, wiping her stained mouth with a paw to clear the remnants of the food. When she had finished, which just so happened to be when Marcellus finished his blood division ceremony, she stood, and began to pad over to the cheetah. "Congratulations, Marcellus ... you're a Grim Ray now ..." She said warmly, dipping her head out of respect for him.

ooc | that was so beautifully written!! i'm so sorry i can't match ur writing ahhhh c: