She isolated herself.
She didn't eat. Didn't drink. Didn't sleep. Only chained herself there, on a pathetically miniscule pile of slate-grey rocks, chest barely rising and falling with breaths that abhorred to flee the parting of her lips. Cold transcended into warm, and then nothing - the snow did not phase the fallen empress, not as it spluttered at her in flurries, spat its unforgiving cold into her eyes and cursed every inhale by stinging the soft flesh inside her mouth, not even as it piled atop her back in a row of dusty white and froze stiff her spine.
Gwen's teeth made quick work of her paws, gnawing away at the delicate fur to reveal ripped skin, bloodied pads - she chewed through the pain, letting crimson dribble from her claws and spatter onto the frozen earth in a signpost of her distress. If nobody else, the world's spirit would know of her sorrow. The ivoria lay there 'til dawn became dusk, let her head lay limp through the pass of the night, and still ceased to move. She feared that if she stirred, she'd disturb the fragility of what she'd tried to build, watch it crumble beneath her, and then fall alongside it; she cared not if she fell, but she couldn't allow him to.
But what had she done? The very thing she'd done all in her power to avoid--
If nobody else would punish her, then she would.
She didn't eat. Didn't drink. Didn't sleep. Only chained herself there, on a pathetically miniscule pile of slate-grey rocks, chest barely rising and falling with breaths that abhorred to flee the parting of her lips. Cold transcended into warm, and then nothing - the snow did not phase the fallen empress, not as it spluttered at her in flurries, spat its unforgiving cold into her eyes and cursed every inhale by stinging the soft flesh inside her mouth, not even as it piled atop her back in a row of dusty white and froze stiff her spine.
Gwen's teeth made quick work of her paws, gnawing away at the delicate fur to reveal ripped skin, bloodied pads - she chewed through the pain, letting crimson dribble from her claws and spatter onto the frozen earth in a signpost of her distress. If nobody else, the world's spirit would know of her sorrow. The ivoria lay there 'til dawn became dusk, let her head lay limp through the pass of the night, and still ceased to move. She feared that if she stirred, she'd disturb the fragility of what she'd tried to build, watch it crumble beneath her, and then fall alongside it; she cared not if she fell, but she couldn't allow him to.
But what had she done? The very thing she'd done all in her power to avoid--
If nobody else would punish her, then she would.
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i heard there's a chance at an afterlife - by Gwen - February 05, 2019, 01:21 PM
RE: i heard there's a chance at an afterlife - by Sacnite - February 05, 2019, 02:05 PM
RE: i heard there's a chance at an afterlife - by Gwen - February 07, 2019, 10:42 AM
RE: i heard there's a chance at an afterlife - by Sacnite - February 07, 2019, 01:23 PM