12-18-2018, 05:16 PM
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She longed for the sea. Falling asleep to the waves crashing against the shore and wandering the wet sands in the morning always made her happy – but now, because of her own stupid choices, she lived far away from the salt water. And it pained her, how it pained her, to live away from the only thing in the world that ever made her feel happy. Yet, as she thought about choices, she knew she made the only one she could; staying in the Typhoon wasn’t a choice at all.
The medic found herself taking more risks to visit the ocean, if only to feel the salt wind in her hair and feast on fish. She never visited the same rocky buff twice – with miles upon miles of shoreline to explore, Rosemary dived into her wanderlust. That, at least, was something that leaving her family and home allowed her to do easier than had she stayed. Today, though, she explored near the Typhoon’s territory; the beaches along the mainland next to their island were beautiful, teaming with tide pools and hidden caves. She almost felt tempted to stay the night and break her rule of never visiting a place more than once – but she didn’t need to make up her mind now, with the midday sun blaring down at her.
Stalking the sandy shore, the ocelot’s ears flicked back against her head. For nearly half an hour, she crouched over the tide pools like this – waiting, ignoring the screeching seabirds around her and the waves lapping at her paws. And then she saw it: an octopus crawling out of one of the bigger tide pools, pulling itself out with flailing tentacles. But still she waited, watching it crawl along the beach until it wandered far enough away from the closest tide pools to be vulnerable.
Violently, she shot forward with the ocean’s wind at her back. Teeth snapped around the octopus’s body, snarls flying from her throat as the creature spasmed and tried to fight her. But Rosemary appeared used to this type of hunting; a sharp blade rose out of her satchel, hovering before cleanly severing the octopus’s legs from its body mid-air. Spitting out its main body, she grinned and held the legs suspended in the air with her power – avoiding the sand getting on them, and watching the tasty things squirm with odd fascination.
[member=339]VAAS.[/member]
The medic found herself taking more risks to visit the ocean, if only to feel the salt wind in her hair and feast on fish. She never visited the same rocky buff twice – with miles upon miles of shoreline to explore, Rosemary dived into her wanderlust. That, at least, was something that leaving her family and home allowed her to do easier than had she stayed. Today, though, she explored near the Typhoon’s territory; the beaches along the mainland next to their island were beautiful, teaming with tide pools and hidden caves. She almost felt tempted to stay the night and break her rule of never visiting a place more than once – but she didn’t need to make up her mind now, with the midday sun blaring down at her.
Stalking the sandy shore, the ocelot’s ears flicked back against her head. For nearly half an hour, she crouched over the tide pools like this – waiting, ignoring the screeching seabirds around her and the waves lapping at her paws. And then she saw it: an octopus crawling out of one of the bigger tide pools, pulling itself out with flailing tentacles. But still she waited, watching it crawl along the beach until it wandered far enough away from the closest tide pools to be vulnerable.
Violently, she shot forward with the ocean’s wind at her back. Teeth snapped around the octopus’s body, snarls flying from her throat as the creature spasmed and tried to fight her. But Rosemary appeared used to this type of hunting; a sharp blade rose out of her satchel, hovering before cleanly severing the octopus’s legs from its body mid-air. Spitting out its main body, she grinned and held the legs suspended in the air with her power – avoiding the sand getting on them, and watching the tasty things squirm with odd fascination.
[member=339]VAAS.[/member]
waded through the spirits like a flood on the floor
SHE PUSHED THE WATER INSIDE