Losing Myself Piece By Piece

*Resin* · 04-21-2021, 10:51 AM

The maned woman's eye shot open, wildly scanning her surroundings. The scenery had changed. She was in a castle. Was it the keep in the Sinking Swamp? No. She couldn't feel the light slant of the floor as the swamp reclaimed the structure. Where was she? A lightning flash of pain struck and the woman winced. Her vision sputtered like a dying candle and her legs wobbled weakly. She wouldn't fall though. She couldn't. They were too close. All around the room, hiding in the shadows, she could see them. As the fire in the hearth dwindled and the shadows crept closer, so too did the undead beasts intent on devouring her.

One rotten beast in particular didn't seem to need the shadows to manifest. It stood right there in the center of the room, though it seemed to be backing away from her. If it was intimidated, Resin wouldn't miss the chance to take advantage. The ashen woman's thick pelt stood on end and she stalked towards the creature, lips peeling back to bare rows of killing teeth. If one ran, maybe they would all run.

A low growl ripped upwards from the fae's throat as she continued to close in on the creature. Was it the one that she'd bitten? Was that why it was backing away? Engulfed in visions of fantasy, there was no recognition in the piercing yellow orb of the approaching giant. She did not see Tamsyn, she only saw the bleeding, cowering form of the enemy. An enemy that she was fast approaching.

"Speech"

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