#sand 01

Tail twitching, ears swivelling, it’s all a lot to take in. This isn’t Aysha’s first time getting tossed into a new world. But this place, it’s so...normal, yet not. At first glance, it’s just a normal city on a normal Island. If you can ignore the haze hiding the horizon. Or the giant hole in the center of the city. Or the fact that she has a seal on her hard earned fox fires. Aysha’s ears immediately go back in annoyance. This whole situation is weird and overwhelming but this, this one aspect of it is the most frustrating part.

But it seems every part of this city is teeming with noises and strange people and she’s honestly just trying to find a quiet place to think. And so she wanders the streets somewhat aimlessly, mostly trying to get away from the noise and the people. Finally her wandering lands her in a sea of pink, her view littered with cherry blossoms. The sight is enough for her ears to perk up and her eyes to go wide in wonder.

This place is so much more quiet than the noisy, bustling ward she was in, a perfect place to sit against a tree and think. But as soon as she sits, Aysha realizes she’s not alone. Her ears swivel in the direction of the presence she senses.

The rage period was a little more than just a inconvenience to Pembroke, when he was jumped in an alleyway, drunk as usual, those who broke his jaw with a police baton were torn apart almost immediately. He was always up for a fight when he was aware of it, but sneak attacks like these made it difficult to keep his anger in check.

Now Karma prowled the dark alleyways, the arm of his latest victim still dangled from his jaws. He paused when a new scent fell across his nose, pausing as he stared into the dark, throat vibrating with a growl.

“I’d ask if that whole getup’s real, but given everything I’ve seen today I’m pretty sure I know the answer.” Taking a seat on a pile of rubble, she lets out a heavy sigh, putting a hand to her forehead. “This place is like a fever dream. What are we even doing here...?”