Destiny is Calling Me!

So many scents wafted through her unconscious mind, their faces flashed but the one that stood out the most was Frostbite. She had to get home. Had she made it? Was it another dream of freedom she had endured? Another horrible lucid tease of home from the subconscious corners of her mind had been more torturous than anything the woman had done to her. Star was completely unaware that she had truly made it home. That she had finally and truly made it back. She was locked in her nightmare, trapped back with the awful beast of a woman and her tea. There were bone bars wedged tightly between an outcropping of rock and the stone floor she had been forced to sleep on. Pain, so much pain, and comfort couldn't even be found in sleep.

There was a howl from far away, urgent and needing help. The sound morphed into a snarl and biting fangs began to pinch at her mind. Trapped and whimpering in her unconscious state, her bones ached, and the faint scent of poppy tea began to roil through her mind. Distantly, the words 'I need to make sure this goes down her throat,' broke through the haze of black that blanketed her mind. Mentally, physically, she fought to get away from the witch and her tea. Wrenching herself from unconsciousness, Stardust let loose a sound no one had ever heard her utter before.

A deep, truly frightening growl came from the ordinarily friendly healer, she came awake with a start, fangs exposed and eyes glazed as she fought the pressure on her. She rolled, snapping at the air and snarling wildly as she stumbled to her paws, brilliant and bloodshot jade moving from face to face for a moment, her frame shaking violently with the effort.  Once she realized there would be no fangs, no tea, she whined long and baleful at the three forms she saw. Those frightened eyes landed on Frost, her breaths stopped as her heart leap from her chest and ceased to beat for a moment before slamming into her throat and wrenching the most pitifully hoarse sob from the poor woman.

Slowly she shook her head, making the world spin as she collapsed to the ground crying and wailing. "Please don't be a dream..." She squeaked out, her voice heartbreaking fragile and cracking. "Tell me I made it, need.." She gasped under the weight of her emotions, at the burden hope laid upon her chest as she lay upon her side in the snow. "Need to tell Frost..." Another sob as her thoughts splintered and recollected, "I need to tell him..." She slipped into unconsciousness once more, her emotions simply too much, the fright and hope and fear were too great, and she panted in her state, hoping she made it but not daring to believe.