Arrow Lake ou l'Optimisme

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In bitterness he retreated, stepping only close enough to her poisoned rabbit to bathe it in his own urine; and it took every ounce of Sibyl's self-restraint to keep her gaze and lips from betraying her sentiments, and contrary to what he might've thought- in leaving behind the offering she'd given him, he'd actually given her something she could work with. Something she could use. 

A trace of himself. 

She watched as he loomed into the distance and still, for several moments after he disappeared, she did not stray from her position. It was only when the return of birdsong proclaimed that she was alone that she tiptoed back toward the kill she'd made, and poisoned, which now bore his scent. Her eyes closed, and she placed both forefeet upon the wretched corpse, and whispered an inhaled hiss. With a movement deft and well practiced, she flexed her left ankle, breaking the rabbit's stiffened neck with an audible crack. 

Carefully, she stepped off the small, bedraggled corpse and left it there to poison any who should touch it. And while that much remained unknown, one thing felt certain in her mind. 

A curse had been placed- and she would urge it to hound him like a nightmare.