In the storm where the lost souls howl

*Resin* · 04-29-2021, 11:17 PM

Resin smiled and nodded at his promise to keep Io safe and to help the pups. Gods, was she tired. "Feeling a little fuzzy," she admitted, her brow furrowing. "Might be good to sleep." The pain continued its rhythmic stabbing behind her missing eye. Peeling herself away from the bars and the man on the other side, Resin dissolved back into the shadows, stepping up onto the fur covered pallet to lay down.

The woman buried her face in the skins, but she couldn't sleep. Not right away. Fear bit at her mind. It was as though she could feel tiny parts of herself breaking away like the ash from a fire. Once wood was burnt and turned to ash, it could never become wood again. That's what was happening to her. She was slowly burning up. Soon, she would be nothing but ash.

"Resin"

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