hop-timist

Teeth about her muzzle had her ears lying flat against her skull, head whipping to try and break free of the hold. It was futile, she knew, but still the girl thrashed and raged, all the pent-up emotions finally seeing the light of day in an unbridled breaking of her composure. Claws slipped on the ice-slick ground, limbs flailing, breath heaving...

She wouldn't recognise herself in the movements, but perhaps at her core she had always been this messy and unrefined. Maybe this was her true inheritance from her mother, these unpredictable and wild feelings that were usually so tightly reined and now rebelled in full-force. Run! her blood was screaming in her ears, in her heart, in her very soul.

Run.

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