January 07, 2023, 03:27 PM
Sadey wasn’t getting better.
Lonesome Dove was fucking helpless, a powerless creature as she’d always been. She wasn’t-she couldn’t do anything. Anything at all. There was something wrong with Sadey, and she had left to hunt herbs. It left her shaken, ghoulish and angry at everything and everyone. Stress turned her into a monster, her own self loathing turned her cruel, both of those things plus a hearty dose of helplessness? It turned her into something else entirely.
She knew she’d been snapping at those around her, and her jaw was clenched so tight it made her teeth ache most days. Today, she left early from camp, before the dawn could touch the sky, to go hunt.
Rabbits were the choice. She was small enough to at least attempt to fit in their warrens, and fit she did.
She’d caught two, and in a flash of brown, she hunted down her third by snagging it by its brown little ears, and throwing its head into the ground in a painful, bloody affair that left her tongue with an iron tang. She stood over the creature, steaming breath rising from her mouth and tongue, blood smeared across her face like garish makeup. Her breath steamed in the early morning cold, ghosting out of her maw like a dragon.
Lonesome Dove was fucking helpless, a powerless creature as she’d always been. She wasn’t-she couldn’t do anything. Anything at all. There was something wrong with Sadey, and she had left to hunt herbs. It left her shaken, ghoulish and angry at everything and everyone. Stress turned her into a monster, her own self loathing turned her cruel, both of those things plus a hearty dose of helplessness? It turned her into something else entirely.
She knew she’d been snapping at those around her, and her jaw was clenched so tight it made her teeth ache most days. Today, she left early from camp, before the dawn could touch the sky, to go hunt.
Rabbits were the choice. She was small enough to at least attempt to fit in their warrens, and fit she did.
She’d caught two, and in a flash of brown, she hunted down her third by snagging it by its brown little ears, and throwing its head into the ground in a painful, bloody affair that left her tongue with an iron tang. She stood over the creature, steaming breath rising from her mouth and tongue, blood smeared across her face like garish makeup. Her breath steamed in the early morning cold, ghosting out of her maw like a dragon.