unhinged, unbroken, unbent
sorc
04-01-2023, 02:48 AM
There are no plants on boats. There is an Atropos on a boat. There are no plants on boats. In order to grow plants on boats, you need dirt. Atropos needed dirt, but the right dirt. The last dirt had killed her plants. Had to be the dirt. Couldn't be that she'd neglected to water them. The dirt was to blame. Atropos? Not to blame. Never to blame. Had to be the dirt. How was she supposed to carry the dirt home? Had to ask Lurid to find the help. Her older sister had the answers. Her older sister would fix it-- Lurid always fixed it. Lurid would capture them some help soon, hopefully. Not only did she need to find the dirt, she needed to find new plants to... plant. Find the plants to do the planting. It was spring. She needed to do spring things. Need to find mushrooms. Need to find plants. Need to find dirt. Why was her to-do list so long? Needed to ask Lurid to capture help. Too many things to do. Atropos was already tired. Not too tired to rummage beneath the trees. Not too tired to hunt for mushrooms before going home. There would be good things hidden beneath the last drifts of snow. She scratched away at the base of a conifer. Spring was supposed to be warm. Why was it still cold? Why did the wind still make her shiver, make her shake? As the breeze kicked up, blew at her sides, the girl showed her teeth to it. Hissed. Cold. "Fuck off!" She snapped into it. Couldn't puff herself up enough to keep the chill out. Cold. atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |
Warning: this character is unpredictable and prone to violence. Interact at your own risk. Reader discretion is advised.