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Finch II

Raiders Hollow
Hound

Advanced Healer (60)

Advanced Intellectual (110)

age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
421
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
70
player
Xarae
11-16-2024, 06:41 PM

Birdcalls sounded from across the vast estuary, which currently smelled particularly rank thanks to the low tide. Finch found herself loving the ocean more than she had anticipated, but she hadn't yet quite learned that the ocean came with its own set of special smells. It didn't help that she'd found herself beset by some strange illness - her appetite had left, she was itchier than she'd ever been in her life, and the sun had started to drive her absolutely mad. The itching had gotten bad enough that her sides had a few rough abrasions from over-scratching. She'd tried to convince herself it was some allergy manifesting, but the other symptoms that had arisen and stayed persistent were concerning. Nothing quite added up, but she knew at the minimum she had to get some food in herself.

Which led her here, staring stubbornly down at the least appetizing fish she'd ever seen, her nose almost burning at the acrid, oceanic stink of low tide. The smell certainly didn't help her appetite. The fish stared back at her, its beady little eye seeming to sparkle with mirth at her suffering. No, no, there was no mirth-sparkling - the fish was dead. Fresh out of mirth. Had to be. Was she usually this paranoid? Finch shuddered, her stomach tightening at the sight of it again. Just one bite. Just one. Try as she might, she couldn't force herself to do it. She huffed an annoyed sigh and continued her staring contest with the fish.




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