Anger - Nightmare; open

[Kold]

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YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW - I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN!

She often rested wherever she deemed fit - though usually under jungle foliage. Usually she would have found a place to stay, but she didn't want to stay in one spot - she was restless and seeking, wanting to move and walk just to distract herself from the brick pile of loneliness that often rested on her shoulders. That loneliness turned into anger often, and she knew that was unhealthy.

She was curled up under a mass of surviving ferns, breath steady and gentle. As she slept, her breathing became hitched, ragged, panicked. Dreams warped into nightmares, golden fields turned to smoldering grasses. She was not in her own body - black scales rippled over sleek form, angled head swiveling on a long, thick neck. Visions plagued her, her mother and father both decaying, hidden in the ground, screaming at her. Siblings fuzzy in appearance, faces indistinguishable, bodies distorted and lanky. They begged and pleaded and wept. Liquid surged over her feet, heavy metallic scent burning her nose. Louder the screams. Louder. Louder. Louder.

She jolted awake, feeling something drip onto her nose and causing her to panic. Was it blood? No. A small rain had begun to fall, her saving grace. She shook her fur. Huddled herself closer to the base of the tree she slept by. Hiding herself in withering ferns and slowly reviving foliage.

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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