in the face of evil- open, on the border

[deimos]

A gust of wind. Silence, her ears ringing from the screams she just admitted. Someone was coming. Her breathing hiked even more, her eyes sweeping the area. They narrowed at the source. She couldn't move, she couldn't run. Her chin tilted up, and her body shook, her paws scrabbling and pushing at the rough ground beneath her paws. His expression told her she knew him. He, knew her. His expression caused doubts, caused her body to shake and tremble, caused her eyes to well with tears she no longer knew she had.

And like an explosion of light, like the explosion of death, to rebirth, to the sudden gasp of air after being knocked breathless- he was there. He was light, he was angelic. His name was Wormwood, Aurum. Whatever. She worked her jaw for a moment, mismatched eyes wide and staring. Her paw reached up, to touch him, to make sure he was real. Her paws brushed his fur, on his leg, then darted back. She trembled. Malnourished, gaunt, weak- she was these things and more.

She managed to push to her paws, stumbling towards him. She didn't speak, her body collapsing closer to him. A low groan drifted from her. She sought warmth, she sought touch, she sought something to prove she was going to be okay. And right at the moment, Aurum was her target. He was the only thing she saw. She couldn't be sure if he was an angel, real or fake, or if he was Wormwood in his original angst.

"SPEECH"

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