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Gwynevere

The Hallows
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age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
386
size
Large
build
Balanced
posts
245
player
Shelby

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1Double MasterPride - Demisexual
07-17-2021, 10:08 AM

What appeared to be the misshapen form of her mother drew closer and closer, the skin floating on the surface of the water while empty, hollow eye sockets stared up at her. She felt like she couldn't breathe, as if her own fear had locked up her muscles to the extent that she couldn't even allow her ribs to expand to draw air into her lungs. Just as she managed to take one step back away from the edge of the river, finally breaking the frozen hold on her body, the gruesome pelt launched out of the water toward her, making her gasp and scream, her fur standing up on her back as she tried to turn and scramble away. A heavy weight slammed into her, revealing the massive man that was hiding beneath her mother's skin. Wide, terrified, mint and lavender eyes stared up at this monster, hitting her back with an "oof" as he knocked her to the ground and pinned her under him, her breathing turning into nothing more than panicked gasps as she tried to shrink away into the dirt.

She tried to fight, tried to flail and wiggle away, but he was too big and far stronger than she was and his whole body pressed down onto hers, sandwiching her between himself and the ground, making it impossible for her to move or scarcely even breathe. His first words made her heart stop, confusion pulling at her expression. Little sister? What did he mean by that? How could she be his little sister? She swallowed back the bile that threatened to creep up from her stomach as he commented on seeing "mommy" again, making the head of her mother's pelt resting on top of his dance and wiggle. Every inch of her skin felt like it was crawling with the horror and disgust that felt like it had her gripped around the throat, choking her and making her head spin. There was no way he could be her brother, not a chance. How could this... this demon be related to her?

She thought she might actually be sick as this brute mentioned giving her mother a kiss and leaned down till Resin's deformed and shriveled face was nearly touching hers. She finally found her voice as a sob left her, turning her head away and trying desperately to not let her mother's skin touch her. "Stop! P-Please stop! Get off of me!" she screamed between sobs that squeezed at her throat, the paws pressed to his chest scrambling and pushing against him again in a vain attempt to free herself. "Let me go!" she said, pushing and hitting his chest with each word for emphasis, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.

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