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The petite arctic fox looked ready to drop. A pair of unmatched hues flickered dully, rimmed red from pure exhaustion. With nearly ever step her paws seemed to shimmer in and out of existence, ghosting away only to become corporal again a second later. Every once and a while, her entire body disappeared, only to reappear a few feet away, legs swaying, eyes watering.
Since the child first opened her eyes, things have been like this. Her physical body has never been stable. It was no fault of her own, though Kiira had no inkling to there being a reason. It'd been moons after all; moons and moons. The scrawny vixen had begun to pay less and less mind to the passage of time. There was no point in marking each day when things stayed the same. No answers. No reasoning.
So it had gone, and perhaps always would go. It made no difference to her anymore. She was not sure why she was still going, perhaps looking without thought for a new place to stay. She was tired, but she was lonely too. Unfortunately, the canine was also terribly shy. Whenever another sentient soul had crossed her path, Kiira had been too startled and nervous to actually say anything. Then her 'glitch' managed to move her far away before she could do much else.
But her body had limits. Though not comfortable - everything seemed rather... squishy out here - Kiira slumped, spent, on the ground, indifferent for the moment, to the mud sticking to her fur. It was not too bad... Maybe she could just... Nap here for a second...
[/td][/tr][/table]Since the child first opened her eyes, things have been like this. Her physical body has never been stable. It was no fault of her own, though Kiira had no inkling to there being a reason. It'd been moons after all; moons and moons. The scrawny vixen had begun to pay less and less mind to the passage of time. There was no point in marking each day when things stayed the same. No answers. No reasoning.
So it had gone, and perhaps always would go. It made no difference to her anymore. She was not sure why she was still going, perhaps looking without thought for a new place to stay. She was tired, but she was lonely too. Unfortunately, the canine was also terribly shy. Whenever another sentient soul had crossed her path, Kiira had been too startled and nervous to actually say anything. Then her 'glitch' managed to move her far away before she could do much else.
But her body had limits. Though not comfortable - everything seemed rather... squishy out here - Kiira slumped, spent, on the ground, indifferent for the moment, to the mud sticking to her fur. It was not too bad... Maybe she could just... Nap here for a second...
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