Redtail Rise Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

the reverse sneezing fit is nothing less than the devil coming out of her daughter, and Avicus balks, eyes wide enough to see the whites. Prophet's words are lost; she focuses only on the ruddy-faced girl, even as the lusty boy seizes control of the fox tail.

ah— she feels helpless, without control. Avicus begins to groom the wheezing pup, licking hard at her cheek, her temple, trying to rouse her into normalcy.

there's no room for the abnormal here.

he play, she remarks wryly, gesturing toward Prophet at Relic. she is worried, but exasperated, days of their tugging at her nipples wearing her down. a sigh breaks loose, encompassing all the world-weariness she feels.