You’re Never Gonna Get Away

*Aranea* · (This post was last modified: 07-21-2020, 12:43 PM by Aranea.)

Location: Sweetgrass Basin

A stinging in her body, abruptly making her twitch to the feeling through her spine. A few jolts came through before her head shot up and her neck swiveled to the sight of her dark, empty den. An exhale of relief to the stress she felt in her forgotten dreams. Her heart cooled to the point where she would stand to silently exit the dug-in den and rise into a tiny meadow of lavender surrounding all but her path in.

Her dainty paws took carefully to not disrupt the herbs or flowers in the dark night. She'd relax little as she left her den behind her and entered into the tall grasses scarcely found in the western lands. The blades of grass bothered her none as she made her way to the swampy pool of water, where she could only look down to see the reflection of the moon steady in the near center, and not herself. Something that put her at ease to not look at her disappointment. The scent of the lavender still followed off her pelt that kept her at ease, but how could she find herself continuously in these restless nights shrouded by the drug that supposedly calmed her insomnia?

She'd sit there for what felt like hours, maybe it was. Her reflection muddied by the dirty water. She wouldn't even realize as she slowly laid down on the bank with her front ties dipped inside. When she came to her senses she wasn't even worried about the swamp water on her paws, she wasn't necessarily a girly-girl after all. The sun had started to rise which was something else she ceased to realize. Her stomach grumbled slightly and she decided it be best if she finally rose from her day dreams and continue her life.

The mucky water wasn't fresh enough for usual prey to find itself in her area. Only sometimes a few different fowl to scavenge the damp grasses. She only really lived here not just for the herbs, but for the abundance of her depression drug. She made her way back to her tiny den, not going inside but remaining around her small bunches of lavender surrounding it. The early morning spring felt comforting to her, or maybe it was the strong scent that followed wherever she went.

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You’re Never Gonna Get Away

Aranea