02-22-2021, 01:03 PM
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[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴏ | ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ | ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ-ᴠᴀɴᴛᴀꜱ
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
Honestly, she didn't know how she got here. She just knew the one thing that drove her on. Past the boundaries of the Typhoon, down this terrible journey and into the borders of the Coalition. Rage. Fury accompanied her along every step, taking the form of a name muttered over and over again from parched and split lips. She ran out of food a long time ago, dehydrated herself too much. DIdn't sleep enough. She didn't think she needed it, but it was when black spots started dancing inside of her eyelids she felt the briefest flicker of panic, but it was quenched down by her friend.
She wasn't sure where she was headed anymore, she just knew it was hot-very hot here. She couldn't see straight, there were two rocks on the ground but when she touched it she only felt one. She growled and forced herself to carry on, her paws heavy, caked with blood, dirt. Something poured into her eyes, whether it was sweat or tears a mixture of both she didn't know. She knew she was tired, and now she was beginning to lose control over her body, bit by bit.
Her head began to sag, lids halfway covering now-dull optics, unable to find the strength to continue. She was just surrounded by noise, and unfamiliar smells. Okay, so? Not like she could find it in her to care anymore. She managed to stumble a bit more forwards in a random direction then her body gave up, collapsing her hind legs, then front paws. It was slightly dark around her, and her fur began switching colors, giving her already skeletal figure a scarecrow pelt. The last thing she saw was the hollowed curve of her ribs before fury forced one more word from her dry mouth.
"Aphra."
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
@aphra
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
Honestly, she didn't know how she got here. She just knew the one thing that drove her on. Past the boundaries of the Typhoon, down this terrible journey and into the borders of the Coalition. Rage. Fury accompanied her along every step, taking the form of a name muttered over and over again from parched and split lips. She ran out of food a long time ago, dehydrated herself too much. DIdn't sleep enough. She didn't think she needed it, but it was when black spots started dancing inside of her eyelids she felt the briefest flicker of panic, but it was quenched down by her friend.
She wasn't sure where she was headed anymore, she just knew it was hot-very hot here. She couldn't see straight, there were two rocks on the ground but when she touched it she only felt one. She growled and forced herself to carry on, her paws heavy, caked with blood, dirt. Something poured into her eyes, whether it was sweat or tears a mixture of both she didn't know. She knew she was tired, and now she was beginning to lose control over her body, bit by bit.
Her head began to sag, lids halfway covering now-dull optics, unable to find the strength to continue. She was just surrounded by noise, and unfamiliar smells. Okay, so? Not like she could find it in her to care anymore. She managed to stumble a bit more forwards in a random direction then her body gave up, collapsing her hind legs, then front paws. It was slightly dark around her, and her fur began switching colors, giving her already skeletal figure a scarecrow pelt. The last thing she saw was the hollowed curve of her ribs before fury forced one more word from her dry mouth.
"Aphra."
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
@aphra
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"
ok