when the angels scream

set before the defying gravity thread :)

A bag on fur and bones.
That's what Claire looked like at the moment, curled up like a ball out in the open, her tail covering her shivering toes. The young female blinked slowly, her eyes fixed in nothing. It seemed like there was no worldly power that could get her to move, she was just laying there prostrated in the ground, with her flanks slowly rising as she breathed miserably.

There was a void in her heart that went beyond words, it was more than a simple depression. Whether it had to do with her mother's sudden death was uncertain, part of her blamed her mother for it. She should've taken better care of herself, as selfish as it may sound, Claire held anger towards her mother. How could she have abandoned her knowing her vulnerability?

A whimper escaped from her throat, there was nothing else to do. She could either get up and move on, or sink into her own destruction by awaiting her death in that very spot she was in. It was all up to her. Do or die.

Being unable to hold it in, another cry left her frail body, a bitter sound echoing in the empty mountain and piercing the tranquility of the night.