12-17-2018, 01:30 PM
―――― //I have permission for this plot from Sky! Essentially, Rhia is going to spread her flu around the Clan and cause a tiny bit of chaos, so feel free to use this for plot reasons, have your character get sick, etc.
Gods above, what had driven her to do this? What had she to prove to the place that had held her as a slave for so long? What had she to prove to anyone there? Why did she feel compelled to try and prove herself in the first place? She knew who she was: Rhiannon, a blind snow-leopard who navigated the world by touch and sound. Rhiannon, who could make any man or woman melt at the sight of her, knowing how to get into their heads, how to twist her own image around to something that they needed, something that they wanted to see. Rhiannon, who had killed her own captor to gain her freedom.
And now? Rhiannon - or otherwise "Anne" in this place- that stumbled across the territory, her breathing labored and her body shaking from exhaustion. She was pushing herself too far and she knew it, yet appearances were everything. "Help," her sweet voice croaked as the smell of Sunhaven grew closer. She was close! Yet, the wind here was biting cold in comparison to the desert heat, and even despite her fever, she trembled. Her paws stumbled, blinding trying to navigate an unfamiliar terrain, a fact of which made the real Rhiannon nervous to the core. Shackles tripped up her feet and bruised at her wrists, and scratches along her sides and muzzle were only minor glimpses of the seemingly desolate life she had lived. A life she really had lived. Her paws caught on the broken chains of her shackles once more and she found herself stumbling, coughing as she nearly hit the ground. Her stomach twisted into knots, her head hot from a fever and herself groggy and tired. At least she did not have to act- she felt awful, half-collapsed on the edge of the border as milky, cataract-covered eyes desperately seemed to scan the territory around her, her ears alert, her breath catching as if on the verge of tears. The smell of the Pitt was only faint upon her now, as if some old lingering scar. "I-is anyone there? Please... Please help me," she begged, pleaded, some terrified note catching her sweet voice as she tried to regain her paws, but her illness was keeping her down already, exhausted from the trek.
Gods above, what had driven her to do this? What had she to prove to the place that had held her as a slave for so long? What had she to prove to anyone there? Why did she feel compelled to try and prove herself in the first place? She knew who she was: Rhiannon, a blind snow-leopard who navigated the world by touch and sound. Rhiannon, who could make any man or woman melt at the sight of her, knowing how to get into their heads, how to twist her own image around to something that they needed, something that they wanted to see. Rhiannon, who had killed her own captor to gain her freedom.
And now? Rhiannon - or otherwise "Anne" in this place- that stumbled across the territory, her breathing labored and her body shaking from exhaustion. She was pushing herself too far and she knew it, yet appearances were everything. "Help," her sweet voice croaked as the smell of Sunhaven grew closer. She was close! Yet, the wind here was biting cold in comparison to the desert heat, and even despite her fever, she trembled. Her paws stumbled, blinding trying to navigate an unfamiliar terrain, a fact of which made the real Rhiannon nervous to the core. Shackles tripped up her feet and bruised at her wrists, and scratches along her sides and muzzle were only minor glimpses of the seemingly desolate life she had lived. A life she really had lived. Her paws caught on the broken chains of her shackles once more and she found herself stumbling, coughing as she nearly hit the ground. Her stomach twisted into knots, her head hot from a fever and herself groggy and tired. At least she did not have to act- she felt awful, half-collapsed on the edge of the border as milky, cataract-covered eyes desperately seemed to scan the territory around her, her ears alert, her breath catching as if on the verge of tears. The smell of the Pitt was only faint upon her now, as if some old lingering scar. "I-is anyone there? Please... Please help me," she begged, pleaded, some terrified note catching her sweet voice as she tried to regain her paws, but her illness was keeping her down already, exhausted from the trek.
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