not again! | open, young joiner

[Kold]

WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
KNOW WHAT I SEE?
THE ANIMAL IN ME!

She wondered what she would tell her younger self, who was left abandoned and alone at the edge of eternity. What she would tell this small, cowardly wolf-rottweiler. Janky legs moved toward the border, limbs moving oddly, wings folding in and unfolding.

Black eyes stared at the smaller retriever pup. The memory of her father dropping her at the border hit her in the head, hard enough for her to shake said head rapidly. "Hey. Can you stand?" She rumbled, stepping closer on limbs that moved far too awkwardly for her to be okay. But when was she ever okay? She was rotting, much like this small pile of fur.

— Reggan