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05-29-2016, 06:06 PM
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“how long is forever?” asked alice. “sometimes just one second.” said the white rabbit. ______________________________________ She's been hiding out in her cold cave for a while now. It's been lonely and she's been in a rather deep delirium. The pain is still blinding and when it's not it is still intolerable. Things have progressed beyond her healing skill – no amount of home-made balm will soothe this rot, this amount of scarring and damage. Her tail is nearly gone and her entire left side is covered is singe hair, exposed pinkish flesh and streak of fresh or dried blood. Goopy tears gather in her haggard, tired looking eyes; the once bright hazelnut color in them seems dim and lifeless. Her lids are almost closed over them as she slowly trudges toward the lake. It takes her a few hours. Hours that feel a lot like days. She loses track as she moves under a sinking sun, feet almost dragging as she does so. The weather seems to be threatening to rain now. The air is wet already and the grayness is starting drown the dying sunlight. She welcomes the relief of the cold breeze against her burns. She limps on a sore shoulder and her hind is tense, stiffly extending with each painful step. Tangere walks into the lake like a drone, dead-eyed and head low as the gray unicorn wades into the chilly water. Phrixus flies high in circles, watching her and her surroundings. A healer would be nice. She musters the energy to scoff. No child, I mean a real one. Tangere has no mental response, only walking deeper until the water washes across her dirty back. She dips her face and hang it there until her body refuses to let her, springing up at the last moment. So there she stands, burnt and soaked, waiting for someone. Anyone.  |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
