12-09-2020, 03:49 PM
morbidkit
I'M JUST A LITTLE STRANGE
and a bit deranged
and a bit deranged
Where was she? The child had no clue. Her paws were cracked and bleeding from the heavy sun. Her black fur was caked in days worth of dirt and grime. Blood mottled her face and neck, with a large open wound stretching from her mouth up her face. She hurt. Everything hurt.
She knew she would die without water. She needed to find water at the very least, and at best some food. Morbi was tired, and hungry. Perhaps that's why she failed to notice the scent markers on the border. Perhaps that's why she failed to notice that she was tracking blood through the sand. Exhaustion does funny things to a person. It pulls and tugs and twists reality into a blurry scape of disheartening illusions, it blocks reality from view such as a curtain would a window.
Perhaps that's why she found herself unable to walk any further, collapsed in the sand under the sun's relentless heat. She would die out here. She knew it. This was how she was going to perish. Alone, baked like a pie in the sun, with no water or food to stave her growling stomach. No medicine to ease her infected wounds. Just heat, sand, and this endless death.
She knew she would die without water. She needed to find water at the very least, and at best some food. Morbi was tired, and hungry. Perhaps that's why she failed to notice the scent markers on the border. Perhaps that's why she failed to notice that she was tracking blood through the sand. Exhaustion does funny things to a person. It pulls and tugs and twists reality into a blurry scape of disheartening illusions, it blocks reality from view such as a curtain would a window.
Perhaps that's why she found herself unable to walk any further, collapsed in the sand under the sun's relentless heat. She would die out here. She knew it. This was how she was going to perish. Alone, baked like a pie in the sun, with no water or food to stave her growling stomach. No medicine to ease her infected wounds. Just heat, sand, and this endless death.
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