#rosaline

her head fur resembles the shape of a spider lily

she wears two spider lilies after the feud ends, one for zirconflower/tybalt and the other for juliet

she has abnormally long legs, which was especially noticeable as a kit and apprentice, hence her prefix

she becomes friends with nimbusrue/benvolio after the feud ends

shes on artfight!:

COBRA KAI (2018-2025) ROSALINE (2022)

“Anything else I can get ya?” Placing a shot of tequila on the counter in front of the patron Rosaline would take in the figure for maybe the first time. The bar was packed and she’d just taken over for her co-worker, which meant she hadn’t a single clue what was going on. She was running on vibes and praying she didn’t fuck up an order and get stiffed on a tip.

“No, I don’t think so.”

The voice carried though it was soft, which prompted Rosaline to take a better look at the woman on the other-side. She recognized the blonde, but for the life of her couldn’t place from where.

“Do I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar.”

Kehlani smiled, shaking her head, “I don’t think so, this is my first time in this city.”

“What brought ya in?” Rose quipped, her curiosity pulling her to inquire further. “It’s not the best place to be stop’n.”

“I’m just trying to lay low for a bit.” It may have been a mistake to go out like this, but so far no one had clocked Kehlani her for who she was. She’d left her phone on the tour bus and had walked a few blocks looking for a place to just sit and think for a while.

“I see.” Maybe that was what had drawn her to converse with the stranger. Rosaline understood that feeling, of wanting to stay under the radar. “Well if you need anything, just let me know!” Smiling warmly, Rose would place her hand briefly over the strangers before running off to handle the rest of her back log.

A few rounds of tequila later, Kehlani flagged Rosaline down to settle her bill. Handing over the balance in cash she’d tell the brunette to keep the rest. Eyes wide, Rose would look down at the bills. “Are you positive?”

“Absolutely, from one runaway to another.”

With the not so cryptic message to the bartender, Kehlani quietly made her exit. She stood there a moment, feeling as though she was living a dream. The tip in her hand was a blessing, she didn’t have to choose between her car payment or rent. Tucking the money into her jean pocket after closing out the tab, Rose would look up to see a few frantic looking men enter.

Approaching the bar, Ronnie, the bassist of Collision looked to Rose with a look of desperation. “Have you seen a woman, tall, like 5’11 come in here? She’s blonde - wears a lot of black.” As recognition hit Rosaline found herself nodding.

“Yeah, she left like ten minutes ago.”

“Fucccccck.” Ronnie hissed, “Thanks for the tip. I swear she does this all the time..” Digging in his pocket he procured a pass for Rose to use to get into the concert the following night, “For yer trouble. Kehlani is a lot. I’m sure she talked your ear off.”

Tor, I hate to inform you Rose is a flipper and she has zero regard to where her limbs are.