01-20-2020, 06:57 AM
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — BABY, YOU'RE SO CLASSIC
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breath ricocheting through tight and hurting lungs, flame licking her aching paws, fire creaping along her body ... she stepped from the fire, pelt black with ash and soot, fire blazing upon her tail tip, chasing up her legs numbly as she put her paws to her eyes and wept. around her she could hear the clamoring of voices and touches ghosting over her skin and fur, her own voice raising in a scream of her own, trying to drown out the voices that only grew louder with each of her vocal refusals. the hands of the ghosts touching her fur, her loved ones burning in a fire that she could not save them from.
collapsed on the ground in her forge, the tigress lay in a hapless state, curled up on herself with paws clamped over her ears, hot tears rolling down her anguished face as she wailed and screamed, crying out so many names and words, pleading some unhearing force just to let her rest. she was sick, so very sick, and the recovery period was the worst that she had ever endured, all of her human memories flashing before her eyes. she had been alone for dsys now, taming the fire that burned her on the inside and playfully flicked across her pelt.
finally, days later, too long to count, the madness ceased and she emerged from the forge she had locked herself in, her eyes more hollow than ever before, her proud stature defeated and exhausted. her voice was thin and reedy if she spoke, relying instead on dipping her head to those who greeted the sickly tigress. she had overcome the sickness and her fire, but it looked like it had cost her years. sitting down on the bank of the river, the ragged woman drank deeply, trying to restore some of her old life and fight back to her aching body. she was a demon through and through, but by the gods, why had she had to get sick? who she was from the past didn't get along with who she was now, and she paid for it. returning back to the main land of the group, she laid down in a beam of sunlight and let her eyes halfway close, waiting.
collapsed on the ground in her forge, the tigress lay in a hapless state, curled up on herself with paws clamped over her ears, hot tears rolling down her anguished face as she wailed and screamed, crying out so many names and words, pleading some unhearing force just to let her rest. she was sick, so very sick, and the recovery period was the worst that she had ever endured, all of her human memories flashing before her eyes. she had been alone for dsys now, taming the fire that burned her on the inside and playfully flicked across her pelt.
finally, days later, too long to count, the madness ceased and she emerged from the forge she had locked herself in, her eyes more hollow than ever before, her proud stature defeated and exhausted. her voice was thin and reedy if she spoke, relying instead on dipping her head to those who greeted the sickly tigress. she had overcome the sickness and her fire, but it looked like it had cost her years. sitting down on the bank of the river, the ragged woman drank deeply, trying to restore some of her old life and fight back to her aching body. she was a demon through and through, but by the gods, why had she had to get sick? who she was from the past didn't get along with who she was now, and she paid for it. returning back to the main land of the group, she laid down in a beam of sunlight and let her eyes halfway close, waiting.
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