Healer, Heal Thyself
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09-29-2020, 07:08 PM
OOC: This thread takes place three days after the thread Dog Teeth
It is a calm day, the summer heat settling like a heavy shroud over the land. Meadow is trying to keep herself busy with whatever she can find. It has been three days since the incident at the border and her guilt hangs like a heavy chain around her neck. It drags her down, further and further into the depths of depression and self-doubt. Of course, she tries to hide it, puts on a smile and pretends that she isn’t hurt in her very soul. Yet the words are still there, jagged and sharp, cutting through every fiber of her being until she is laid bare to the world.
She knows they all think she tried to murder that poor wolf, her cruel, miscalculated words sending him splashing into the water to crack his head open. Blood. His blood stains her paws and wakes her in the night, a scream ripping from her throat as she sees his lifeless body sprawled before her. It lays in front of her, broken, but his words haunt her, a jeering, cruel voice telling her, ‘You killed me. Look what you did.’ She always slams her eyes shut, willing away the image, reminding herself that he is alive.
Since then, over the past few days, Meadow has been jittery, jumping at the smallest sound, eyes rolling in fright as her body tenses to flee. Food holds no interest for her and she only drinks enough to survive. The small healer feels stretched thin, like a million horses are pulling her in a million directions. Sleep is elusive and filled with nightmares so she has taken to avoiding it all together. Right now, she is pretending to clean, to do something, anything to be useful and not a nervous wreck that is ready to fall into tears at any moment.
Outside her healing hut, she moves objects, brushes off things and sees none of what she is doing. Vacant eyes see only bloody water, a broken wolf and death. The heat of the day does not stop the shivering that wracks her small frame and causes her paws to knock over small objects. Something has to give. Meadow is in danger of losing herself into the abyss of self-loathing that yawns wide before her… and she keeps inching ever closer to the edge.
"Speech!"
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She knows they all think she tried to murder that poor wolf, her cruel, miscalculated words sending him splashing into the water to crack his head open. Blood. His blood stains her paws and wakes her in the night, a scream ripping from her throat as she sees his lifeless body sprawled before her. It lays in front of her, broken, but his words haunt her, a jeering, cruel voice telling her, ‘You killed me. Look what you did.’ She always slams her eyes shut, willing away the image, reminding herself that he is alive.
Since then, over the past few days, Meadow has been jittery, jumping at the smallest sound, eyes rolling in fright as her body tenses to flee. Food holds no interest for her and she only drinks enough to survive. The small healer feels stretched thin, like a million horses are pulling her in a million directions. Sleep is elusive and filled with nightmares so she has taken to avoiding it all together. Right now, she is pretending to clean, to do something, anything to be useful and not a nervous wreck that is ready to fall into tears at any moment.
Outside her healing hut, she moves objects, brushes off things and sees none of what she is doing. Vacant eyes see only bloody water, a broken wolf and death. The heat of the day does not stop the shivering that wracks her small frame and causes her paws to knock over small objects. Something has to give. Meadow is in danger of losing herself into the abyss of self-loathing that yawns wide before her… and she keeps inching ever closer to the edge.
"Speech!"
Avatar and Chibi by Half.A.Wyrm