Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

her range had grown wider, and she was away from the Hollow for longer periods of time. she'd reached a kind of acceptance, if not quite contentness with the way of things, and now felt a kind of aimlessness she found difficult to pin to any one cause. thoughts came and went like she drifting clouds above, and it was suddenly that she stumbled across the hare. this in itself was odd, normally, she moved with a hunter's precision and ought to have noticed it long before. the hare was recently dead - those marks were canine-made - and yet the scent upon it was stale enough that its killer ought to have left it here an hour or two beforehand. she sniffed at the hare, finding only faint vegetation and the distinct tang of blood that had the blade of her hunger push harder against her stomach. her mind felt dull, listless, and so she picked up the hare by a limb and strove deeper into the cover of a small copse, where she began dismantling and devouring the prey with learned efficiency. 

[...]

she was cleaning the blood from her forepaw, comfortably full, when some odd sensation pushed her to her paws. she blinked, offering her pelt a stiff shake, and abandoned the task at hand when a bought of nausea took over. she began to move between the tries, the rest of the hare seemingly abandoned, and for a few moments, it seemed nothing further was wrong. her flank twitched, as if a fly bothered her, but it was involuntary, the sensation odd. she moved toward the mountains, but they always appeared to be on her right. she kept moving, determined now not to let the nausea grow.

[...]

there was the rabbit again. bloodied and raw, and her heart was a nervous bird inside her chest. agitation built, and her forepaw drummed against the earth in staccato beat. acidic, vile. vomit? 

hers?

yes.

in the ground, on her paws. there was something thrumming inside her chest and it was her heart. keep moving, back to the Hollow. moving? she wasn't. there was something hard beneath her and it was the ground. the trees were gone. the sky. blue and burning and agonizing but that was not the sky, not her eyes but her heart, her limbs, but were they even hurting at all? this was wrong.



all wrong.