short post to get er done. Would love another
@Kjalarr thread but AW
She moved in search of the small elusive seeds that occupied the few drives she had left in life. The rational part of her that remained knew that it would be scarce pickings in early winter, but the shakes and seizes had only gotten worse the longer she went without them. She would not be left a quivering wretch through the winter, and saw no alternative. Waiting it out would only kill her.
She took Kjalarr with her, just in case another fit took her in the open wilderness. She did not speak to him as they moved, her body intent on finding any sign of the red-petaled flower that would be her salvation.
Potema had to stop herself from looking delirious as she moved, but it was hard to do so. It was beyond her control at this point, her twitches random and sporadic. She snorted. She barely registers Kjalarr's movements against her fur, so focused is she on finding the blood-red petals in the snow. But a rational part of her knows that it would never be seen, though that rational part is quelled by her body's ravenous desire for the opiate, threatening to lead Kjalarr and her on a merry chase into hypothermia and starvation.
Their search is silent for the most part, but eventually Kjalarr's words began to rumble behind her. Potema stops in her tracks. She whips around to him, instantly regretting the fast movement as nausea took over her body for a moment. You think it's that easy?
She snaps. I'm trying,
I'm not clear of head until I have one seed,
She says it, but knows that it isn't the truth. The state she is now is the only time in months that she has some kind of clarity, accompanied by an oppressive weight of agony that clouds her as much as the poppy seeds. The longer I am without it, the more my body aches.
Another lie. The pain had began to wane, only slightly, but the yearning still remained. She still believes that she would be a better person with the poppy in her presence, or tries to convince herself that she would be.