glitching [★] close every door

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

The burning in her throat seemed a dull ache compared to the splitting headache.  Confusion.  The insistances from two seemingly separate minds.  One.  Two.  Together.  The vixen buried her face in her paws, biting the inside of her cheeks.

Her mitch-matched hues gleamed dully behind them, squinting in the struggle.  Suvi.  Kiira.  Sister and daughter.  Orphaned and alone.  No, someone's coming for me. Then why did she always end up alone? Not me.

Someone was watching over her.  A secret guardian.  Unknown.  Familiar.  I want da... Although the mystery friend's attempts surely helped, Suvi knew she was dangerously malnourished.  Dehydrated. They probably couldn't do enough without notice.

Her head spun as she struggled, sitting up on shaking paws.  Cold now.  Always cold.  Chills raked up her spine.  It's not the starving that kills you.

Her frail body shimmered in the darkness of her cell.  No, no. Like a ghost, disappearing, fading like dust.  Fear brought her back, desperately willing her body to remain corporal.  Even so, she lacked the strength to prevent another type of glitch.  A broken soul without control.

An eye's blink.  A startled guard -- though it was not likely the first occurrence.  Suvi... Kiira... Disappeared, against her own accord.  A number of times in her unstable state, until they finally subsided, no energy left.  Weakly, she dropped to a heap on the ground, her golden fur gleaming in the sun she barely remembered.  The Tanglewood medic, Typhoon child, shut her eyes against the burning light and spinning world.

Like that, still trembling, she fell into fitful sleep. An easy enough prisoner to relocate.

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