Wolf RPG

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One week.

One week since the flame had been lit within a tiny ribcage. A snake wrapped around her heart, squeezing
She writhed in her sleep

A pain like no other. She shriveled against mama in the same way her heart shriveled as snake-fangs injected venom into her. Black tar pumped from the source of life, filling her veins with an unrivaled darkness, a ball of ice. She winced silently, begging her heart to fight off the serpents, but still they came. There was no escape to this darkness. Mira let it consume her. Perhaps the ice would melt with time, the tar seep out of her pores and leave her be. Time only could tell.