DISCOURAGED ONE

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Petite paws pounded against the weathered earth as the wraith?s mass came bearing heavily down upon them, elongated limbs pumping swiftly to propel her dainty form clumsily towards her targeted destination. The vague fa?ade that typically encompassed her porcelain features had been discarded, contorted visage now portraying the most vivid of emotions that the ice queen could hardly recall ever experiencing prior to that moment. Crystalline tears flooded her metallic eyes to the brim, shrouding her vision accordingly so that the viper could hardly navigate a few meters forwards without impacting a natural obstacle, and as her weight barreled into each piece of shrubbery, frayed branches snagging at her pallid flesh and inflicting minor scratches that bled minimally, the liquid swelling in her eyes was released, streaming down her narrow visage in torrents to consume her facial features in intense emotion. Every so often, as her serpentine limbs would give out beneath her and she crumbled to the earth in a pathetic display of powerlessness, an audible sob would cascade from her unhinged jaws before she scrambled to her paws again, determination urging her onward and up the familiar slope of the volcanic mountain she had once reigned over, what sanity she had retained over the past few years all but present, abandoned as she had been ? failing her as she had failed them.


Distressful and grotesque sounds that had never before vacated her oral cavity would incessantly breach the otherwise silent midnight atmosphere as heat scorched her pawpads and the intoxicating aroma of brimstone graced her olfactory system, insurmountable rage and sorrow building ceaselessly within her as she clambered higher and higher, avoiding the minuscule pools of magma in favor of the highest peak. Impulsivity would stem from her remorse and unfathomable insecurity that had spawned from her numerous failures, the restraint she had maintained throughout the past few months to not act upon her emotions now disregarded; she could not accept this, for failure had never been and never would be an option in the ardent banshee?s twisted mind. Gurgles and roars would drown out the amplified sobs she involuntarily emitted as she approached her final destination, torrid heat waves singing her pallid fur as she crept closer and closer to the edge, her strides more tentative and her tears choked back. Not a single thought struck the former sovereign?s mind as her pupils descended to view the vibrant vermillion hues of the magma that marked the end of a dramatic drop, some hundreds of feet beneath where she was perched, digits flexing in anticipation for her impending endeavor.


Toes slithered individually over the rocky ledge of the mountain and her metallic eyes widened with something akin to fascination and fear -- fear for what lurked ahead, fear for the inevitable pain she was about to experience. Magma seethed at its surface and the babe?s limbs bent forward, lids sheathing her metallic eyes as thought consumed her, chest heaving with each bated breath taken.


?Mom!? Her neck craned to peer over her shoulder, pupils gleaming sanguine, tinted by the luminescent liquid beneath as she revealed her eyes once more to view the creator to the sound. Three minuscule silhouettes embellished the scene before her, all pallid, all remarkably similar in appearance to the viper. Triangular ears careened back to paste against her skull as her eyes viewed what any other bystanders could not, each figure before her simply the product of her imagination to embody her reason. Defiantly, she turned back, her skull shaking minutely to confirm that there was no backing out of this now. ?I have to do this,? she stated, her vocals shaky as they fell from her dry lips, but her legs refused to push her body forward. ?I gotta..? she muttered, her mind urging her figure off the edge but her limbs refusing to abide to her mind?s demand. Instead, she stood rigid, her thoughts at a constant whir but her body entirely stagnant. ?No,? she snarled at last after what felt like ages, limbs pushing her mass in reverse and away from the edge, neck craning back to view the three that had manifested in the distance only to find they had vanished. Sobs tore through her mandible and her limbs shook vehemently beneath her, causing her to collapse to the jagged earth in a defeated heap. What had she done?


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