Wheeling Gull Isle leopards laze each on plush pillows.

this is to just get this on ava’s timeline, please feel free to reference in your own posts and/or chuck a single reply in here. I’ll archive in a week <3

something within ava changed near to the point of visibility that day she and @Caracal returned from the beach.

her possessiveness of her siblings now extended to him; if the harbourlings crowded caracal in her presence, they were presented with a rough show of teeth.

she spent longer times away from @Heda. she strolled the footpaths along the lavender studded glade, eyes always turned sulkily towards the den.

and the flowers! those who sprung up along the path near her home were systematically butchered; their little heads stomped, their petals disfigured and crushed into the dirt. 

what ava could not put into words she turned out into the world with physical acts of frustration.

her family worshiped a god that ava could not see. today she constructed her own, and its provenance was anything but peace.