Hoshor Plains two suns in the sunset

Then come with me.

Hiisi’s eyes widen, taking a step back. The pain becomes secondary as her chest feels tight; if she takes another breath she might explode. The rest of the words the dark woman has to offer her goes unheard, a buzzing she can’t decipher, and there’s a tingle below the bridge of her nose that seems all too familiar. She swallows hard and despite the compulsive urge to agree, she shakes her head instead. Green eyes close, hoping to keep a little distance between them with her retreat.

“Hafta go,” she mutters, barely loud enough to hear her own words. “I ha—” she sputters then, a sudden jerk of her head she can’t control. Her back legs give out from beneath her and her head bobs up and down a few times, eyes rolling back. There’s blackness, it’s all she ever remembers, and it’s seconds later that she’s able to look forward again. She’s still sitting upright, but feels miles away from the dark wolf. Her legs tremble and head swims, thoughts drowning and trying to claw their way back to control once more.