Have we been here before? This is all so unfamiliar and green, it almost makes your eyes hurt. The dense forest that strangles the center of this landmass usually is dull and dark, few spots comfortable enough to bring the kids on a day out, very much unlike this place. You walk with a stiff limp on your back right, a lingering numbness refusing to subside no matter how much weight you try to put on it or shake out of the one limb. Ouija smirks as you thrash your long body around, looking like a fool to anyone who may be watching; regardless, you try to rid the imaginary bugs from your leg. Her big ears cupped backward, stray flies nibbling on the now rough edges on both.

After the fit, you tip toe along, curly tail swinging behind you with each careful step. 'One could easily mistake you for an ugly woman.' one of us spits, leaving the rest to laugh themselves to stitches and slap their knees as they gasp for air. "Funny." you whisper, maroon dipped ears swiveling backward to press against the thicket of hair along your thin neck. Ouija, confused and unable to hear us, tilts her head. 'I don't say nothing?' You simply sigh, right ear popping back upright while she speaks in the front half of your mind. "Hm." you grunt, not quite sure whether to be concerned, or pleased that she can't hear us.

Your mind begins to wander, drifting off to images and small clips of the fox as a tiny kit: you can remember how big her dark eyes looked on her small little body, and the first time she cracked a poor mouse's spine right in front of you.. her little bushy tail wagged so fast it shook her entire body.. then the mouse was gobbled up in a few bites that probably didn't help her digest it at all. Your skin trembles and goosebumps ride your spine at the thought.

But here, in present day, the growing kit trots along the side of the pond while watching both of your reflections. Her hackles raise for a moment before she realizes that she's staring back at herself; it only took one dive into the oasis back home to figure out that what she was leaping in after herself and not a strange, fuzzy fish that needed to die. After a few second, you stop along the edge as well, dipping your long face down to lip at the still water that could nearly pass as a mirror.

"Voodoo." 'Ouija.' 'Voices'
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