Rainforest Cliffs
07-31-2017, 03:34 PM
As if her newfound ‘hat’ isn’t enough of a ‘welcome home’ gift, it seems as if she is literally allergic to this damn place. Not long after helping Aquila and Craonos, a nasty looking, scaly, red, itchy rash breaks out on her belly. It’s juuuuuust far enough away that she can’t reach it with her horns, and only the edges with one of her hooves. And don’t get her started on using a tail spike, because that baby didn’t relieve the itch, it just cut the skin, and that was even worse until it healed.
The worse part is that there isn’t much she can do about it, except find a healer, and she lost track of the Basiners (can they even call themselves that anymore) in this crazy, fucked up world. Exploration for Wessex is a tricky thing, because she’s so naturally cautious - eyes and ears try to be everywhere at once, but this world is nothing like Helovia. Nothing like she’s ever encountered before, even in all her travels. She briefly wonders if this is the land from which the mutants were spawned, the land of death and decay and consuming mold, where everything is dangerous and only the (actual) fittest, most cunning survive. The horned woman quickly comes to the conclusion, however, that this pondering isn’t beneficial and only takes away from the task at hand, which is exploration and survival.
There is no room for distractions.
This torrential rain can go fuck itself, though. Honestly.
In a dour mood, due to being unable to locate anyone she knows and the seemingly endless supply of rain (seriously is there a feedback hose connected to an eternal spring, or something?), she finds herself being inexplicably pulled in one direction, as if the bone in her head had a mind of its own. So the reptilian woman gives in and follows the call, fairly certain that there will either be a powerful being at the end of this rope, or certain death. And wouldya look at that, she’s right. Cue the eyeroll.
Kaos demands that they learn about the Rift, and Wessex just looks back at him with a derisive gaze. What did he think they were going to do, just sit around and twitch their tails? Well, some of them might play the hopeless act, but she is intent on making the best of a shitty situation, so really his instructions seem to be superfluous and almost condescending. As she’s busy thinking less-than-pleasant thoughts, a bit of gold catches her attention out of the corner of her eye, and as she turns her now-massive head, she recognizes Amaris and immediately moves towards the dragon-mare, swinging her head to get others to move the fuck out of the way. “Amaris!” she calls out in greeting, giving the champagne colored lady a once over. “Good to see you on this side. Everything ok?”
@Amaris
The worse part is that there isn’t much she can do about it, except find a healer, and she lost track of the Basiners (can they even call themselves that anymore) in this crazy, fucked up world. Exploration for Wessex is a tricky thing, because she’s so naturally cautious - eyes and ears try to be everywhere at once, but this world is nothing like Helovia. Nothing like she’s ever encountered before, even in all her travels. She briefly wonders if this is the land from which the mutants were spawned, the land of death and decay and consuming mold, where everything is dangerous and only the (actual) fittest, most cunning survive. The horned woman quickly comes to the conclusion, however, that this pondering isn’t beneficial and only takes away from the task at hand, which is exploration and survival.
There is no room for distractions.
This torrential rain can go fuck itself, though. Honestly.
In a dour mood, due to being unable to locate anyone she knows and the seemingly endless supply of rain (seriously is there a feedback hose connected to an eternal spring, or something?), she finds herself being inexplicably pulled in one direction, as if the bone in her head had a mind of its own. So the reptilian woman gives in and follows the call, fairly certain that there will either be a powerful being at the end of this rope, or certain death. And wouldya look at that, she’s right. Cue the eyeroll.
Kaos demands that they learn about the Rift, and Wessex just looks back at him with a derisive gaze. What did he think they were going to do, just sit around and twitch their tails? Well, some of them might play the hopeless act, but she is intent on making the best of a shitty situation, so really his instructions seem to be superfluous and almost condescending. As she’s busy thinking less-than-pleasant thoughts, a bit of gold catches her attention out of the corner of her eye, and as she turns her now-massive head, she recognizes Amaris and immediately moves towards the dragon-mare, swinging her head to get others to move the fuck out of the way. “Amaris!” she calls out in greeting, giving the champagne colored lady a once over. “Good to see you on this side. Everything ok?”
@Amaris
