The things in the mist
Skelle
Cryptis
Princess
Intermediate Healer (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
85
85
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
08-03-2023, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-03-2023, 06:35 PM by Cryptis. Edited 1 time in total.)
A thick fog had kicked up from over the sea, shrouding the lush greenery of her home in grey dampness. Or was it her home? She felt like this was the only world she had ever known, and yet something about that idea struck her as wrong. She tried to grip that thought, but before she grasped it she felt it fade. She blinked, rubbing her eyes. Hmm, it seemed a fog was rolling in, might it have come from the sea? She shook out her coat, disliking the feel of dampness in it, and moved through the trees. She didn’t go far. She couldn’t. Why was that again? The answer came to her a moment later, a pair of dark eyes that stalked the woods beside her. The leopard belonged to someone. She remembered that, and remembered that it was important. That importance should matter, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She trotted on, a feeling that she had somewhere to be itching at her. She didn’t go much further before the leopard moved out of the trees. Blocking her path… herding her. She followed after it, docile as a lamb. Before she knew it, she was in a clearing. There was a small shack, and a wolf standing there. Shaking his head at her, but it was the leopard he directed his words to. “Did she get out again? That’s the third time this week. Time to up her meds, I think” she blinked at him. Med? Was she sick? She felt she remembered him telling her she was. She needed her meds, she needed them, or she would die? Right? She followed him into the hutch, and obediently took the jar he handed to her. Coughing as the foul stuff slid down her throat. Foulness was right for medicine, and she found she didn’t question it. Couldn’t question it. She felt her thoughtless sliding away from her again. She sat on the threadbare blanket of the shack, blinking slow, owlish blinks. As she sat there, the thick ocean mist slid through the open door. This time, she couldn’t find the words to consider it. |
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