Rory

rory

she / her | aromantic | punk

"don't wanna talk, baby, i just wanna dance."

co-owned with mitsuko #386047



we kissed in the morning on a summer day.
you taste like cigarettes and hurricanes.
there's a warning written in the corners of your face.
whiplash and you left me in a vapour trail.

now i know it's safe to say,
nothing's perfect anyway.




heat log

heat 1 - leon | buffalo scrotum, rock salt, opal saltlick, ochre powder | 3 cubs, no jag

heat 2 - charlie | buffalo scrotum, rock salt, opal saltlick | 3 cubs, no jag



aurora—she much prefers rory—was hacked into existence in a pink-blushed hellscape. her birth mother, a haggard lioness, never spoke of her father. in fact, she scarcely spoke at all. she kicked her daughter off her teat as soon as she could physically consume the meat sludge and trash that composed their diet. though her nameless mother continued to feed her for a while, she deposited food less and less until altogether she ceased her visits. rory, just a toddling cub, was left to fend for herself. before long, her constant companion, a well-groomed cat named cardamom came to her, feeding her both organic material and offering her rocks to eat.

"cardamom" kept her alive, though she denies it being the source of the peculiar rift they tumbled through a month after their meeting. they entered a world with fresh, whipping wind and a brilliant blue sky.

min-kyu and concord discovered the peculiar cub staring down a pack of hyenas over a scrap of antelope leg. they rushed to her aid in horror (to this day, she insists she was fine). though she couldn’t be much older than five months, she barely could speak due to her low socialization, and she barreled off on her own many times before she finally realized that, just maybe, these creatures weren’t the kind to eat her or steal her food. the couple and their family raised her lovingly and devotedly, thorns and bumps and all.

presently, rory is a scruffy half-lion with a smart mouth and an even smarter head thanks to her rough start and min-kyu's guidance, though her father's nature rounded out her young, jagged heart. she adores all her family, especially her adopted parents, but her aunt harriet is the apple of her eye. they train and patrol together, and rory aspires to one day win one of their scuffles. cardamom sticks close to her, slipping from her side mostly to sit ominously in front of concord's nest—perhaps only because the creature knows it disturbs him.