rainbows : open, baked like a cake

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 260px; padding: 5px; min-height: 170px; width: 240px]the tunnels had turned to kaleidoscopes. the wall seemed to flip on its side and become the ceiling. colors danced across the marble. her ears rung and she stumbled, trying and failing to keep her feet. her head landed with a dull thump on the floor. she did not feel it. the tunnel swam before her eyes, all the colors of the rainbow in those grey walls. arcticfrost struggled to regain a standing position. thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. she tried to piece one of them together. her azure eyes flickered, gaze unfocused and bleary.


    she managed to stand and tottered on shaky paws to the left wall of the small room. it was merely a rounded part in one of the tunnels amid the catacombs, but it also served as arcticfrost's smoking den. usually weed didn't have too bad of an affect on her. obviously, it had a stronger one on her than it would on a human. this time, however, she had been in a furious mood, and may have not paid enough attention when she was measuring out the content of her dose. smoke drifted lazily from the small hearth she had constructed, the remnants that she hadn't been able to suck into her lungs on the first try.


    arcticfrost's lungs constricted and she coughed weakly. perhaps it wasn't a very good idea to get high when you're already in a *ty mood. you make irrational decisions. her eyes fought to roll back into her skull, but she stubbornly resisted. wobbling dangerously, she barely made it to the small pile of rags next to the fire before she gave up and collapsed. one might ask, a fire underground in a tunnel? well, that way the smoke can't escape, and you can breath in more of it before it dissipates.


    [spoiler=mobile tags][color=black][b][color=#2E9AFE]information
    arcticfrost aurélie ▼ skyclan ▼ angel (warrior) ▼ female ▼ four years (realtime) ▼ heterosexual ▼ no mate or crush ▼ deaf


    [color=#2E9AFE]powers
    telepathy, used to communicate ▼ elemental powers, undiscovered


    [color=#2E9AFE]bodies
    domestic feline ( ref / main / birth )


    [color=#2E9AFE]battle
    name in bold #2E9AFE ▼ easy to intermediate ▼ no kill ▼ permission to injury ▼ pm to capture ▼ will kill ▼ will injure ▼ will capture [/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=1][font=arial][color=white]© phantasm | #tastemplates

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  • banana

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    [size=8]the fuck?
    he smelled the weed before he saw it, closing off his mouth in disgust. he hated weed and heroine and all of those stupid drugs. he seemed like a perfect little saint, with no tolerance for alcohol and such, but he saw what it could do to animals. following the scent, he stumbled upon arcticfrost. "what..." banana mumbled. this was where it was coming from. he checked for her pulse, and, upon finding her alive, aimed to hoist her onto his back and bring her to fresh air. he was already getting dizzy himself, having inhaled a little bit.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 260px; padding: 5px; min-height: 170px; width: 240px]articfrost's eyes twitched behind closed eyelids at the sudden movement. she made no resistance when banana picked her up, senseless as she was. however, in her unconscious state, she was quite heavy, so it would be a chore to carry her away to fresh air.


    [spoiler=mobile tags][color=black][b][color=#2E9AFE]information
    articfrost aurélie ▼ skyclan ▼ angel (warrior) ▼ female ▼ four years (realtime) ▼ heterosexual ▼ no mate or crush ▼ deaf


    [color=#2E9AFE]powers
    telepathy, used to communicate ▼ elemental powers, undiscovered


    [color=#2E9AFE]bodies
    domestic feline ( ref / main / birth )


    [color=#2E9AFE]battle
    name in bold #2E9AFE ▼ easy to intermediate ▼ no kill ▼ permission to injury ▼ pm to capture ▼ will kill ▼ will injure ▼ will capture [/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=1][font=arial][color=white]© phantasm | #tastemplates