..She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from messing around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make.. [seabunny of loners i / me / myself ] ‘sometimes i think all i’m ever doing is trying to convince myself i’m alive’ i let out a long, stale laugh, knowing that this was always meant to be .. i’m as old as she promised, said i’d learn from her now .. not anymore, clearly, and i gaze apoun her still body .. who was she?, the mother i never had rough and sharp and annoyed .. there is no time to mourn, i know, i need somecat to shelter me till I can fulfill the promise to her, the phantom of my life .. so i take a last look at her and go [seabunny of loners she / they / it] ‘i’ve got a record player that was made in 2014’ buu took a long, winding path away, it couldn’t bear to speak to siblings they were likely never to see again since it found new support .. the flowering fields on brought back stinging memories now, but bunny couldn’t afford to leave them yet, for the stream that brought food was quite useful .. she slid through the grave with ethereal grace, coming on towards the rushing water and considering trying to hunt .. the water of its favorite pond was clear as glass, each fish and turtle and frog easily found darting through it .. sea wondered how they all survived the freeze, they could make out some of the same unique scale patterns it used to watch .. what was their secret?, was it something explainable, or a strange magic? [seabunny of loners i / me / myself] ‘i spent forever with my feet on the ground’ i wonder at the fish’s resilience, the way the look unreal with smooth, slithering motions swimming through the water, the way the form schools, all avoiding turtles together .. life must be so simple for them, i wonder at it, thinking back to the dry skeleton lodged in my tail that i found here once, during sweeter times tinged with snowmelt, baby sheep-fluff, and the faint scent of rot, the last of which i can never seem to shake any longer .. what are we to them? just hunters, taking what of the ribbon-like creatures we need, leaving the rest in fear .. is that what we are to death ? [seabunny she / they / it ] ‘is it gone? Is this on?’ that night bunny dreamed cosmos, bones, a ribbon-like clatter of dissipating flesh and otherworldly secrets .. i always wondered what hid behind the stars- it’s the fish, swimming past the freeze of day, shooting comets of pearlescent bone , she thought .. and then she met ,them, the one who was head of the school, protector and survivalist despite each shred of skin falling from ,their, body .. and the rabbit then knew what it was for her to do, the fishbone emissary of her knew faith .. when buu awoke, the tails of comets were no longer such .. they were the tails of fish swimming behind stars [seabunny of loners i / me / myself] ‘can you see it in my eyes, am i finally awake?’ and i knew what hardship was, the burst of strength that came from each death the rebirth of energy that followed after .. so i went, striking out for shelter and knowing it was my job to spread the news, of the scales hidden behind the stars, my thoughts filled to the brim with my mission.
WHOOF this srp was a doozy Let’s cover the findings! 1.) she’s mourning ghost, and her siblings who have all been separated from her 2.) wowie this worked perfectly with the wq,, Buu has her own religion now! 3.) she’s learning to hunt!! 4.) plus one new pronoun, no longer mirrors others (she/they/it/fishbone) Just wanted it out rn, art later I can’t set thumbnails help
