carrying two years in the bags under my eyes
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04-18-2022, 10:05 PM
Adhara's movements were stiff as she hauled herself up on the sandy shores. Around her, the Mangrove seemed to spread in all directions. A stretch of creaking joints, a loud cough, and then... and then what? It was just another wasteland, even if this one wasn't so... wasted. Still, the swim had been a long one, and tiring to boot. Not only was the swim taxing, but she was alone now. Alone. After all this time, she was well and truly on her own. There would be no discussion of the blood that had stained her paws. Maybe for the last time... shit. Adhara was the only one that had made it out alive, or at least, as far as she knew. Their band had been fractured, and then to be stabbed in the back? It was all way too dramatic. She was too old for the bullshit, the drama. Truly, the girl wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it, not now. Too dangerous. Move on. Bitter are the battles between brothers, after all. Around her sun, the midday sun shone brightly. At least it was a decently nice day, likely one of the last few they'd be privy to. Winter would be coming soon, and Adhara would need to figure out how to survive it alone. Hell, survive or not-- it wasn't really like she cared at this point, one way or the other. What would be would be... cynical or not. Carelessly, she shook the seawater from her coat. A nap sounded like a good plan, right about now... |