"please stop you're scaring me"
The little ghost was holed away with some others, Dawnshire was becoming a pack of walking corpses and she knew it. A little nick in her paw left her with rot sinking in, and all she felt she could do was lay down and take it. The thought occurred to cauterize the wound, but she was flame resistant thanks to her dragon like skin. A breathy sigh left her maw, knowing she was too far gone. Skin and bones, her fur was falling out. she couldn't eat. All she could do was sit and take it.
She grew tired of waiting, knowing her death would hurt her mother more than anything. She needed to end her own suffering. She limped out of her den, her brain in a dense fog as she seemingly forgot where she was. She just felt the need to walk, despite how dizzy she felt. Her icy eyes stayed set on one thing, the ocean. It seemed cruel they were pushed to stay so close to somewhere they could easily take their own life at. Yet that was all she planned to do. Her wings were shriveled due to not eating, and she wanted to just get it over with. As she stood on the rocky bluff that overhung the sea, she looked out one last time. She'd miss the sea breeze in her fur.
A final step was all she needed, her snowy body began plummeting to the ice cold sea. The plunge into the ocean sent her into shock immediately, she froze in place. All she could do was stare up at the sun beaming through the depths as she faded into the depths themselves. Her eyes closed, accepting her fate.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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god damn right you should be scared of me
| soulmate of narcissus | mother | dawnshire pup | metalhead |
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