Bearclaw Valley [TW] My summer tan has begun to fade

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Stillrift, or the area where the girl had been kept for the passed month or so, had grown cramped.

The stonework hadn't changed composition in any way. The narrowed passages between boulders remained a constant. The altar the girl had scraped in to the soil was abandoned by now, yet remained the only change from her initial arrival. The only true difference was Indra herself.

Her puppy fat was completely stripped from a stilt-legged, sharply tucked figure. Her eyes looked sunken but not dull. As she paced her gait fluctuated as she overcompensated for her injured leg, but more and more she forced herself to walk despite the pain. Treatments were somewhat regular - to the point that the tear to the flesh was almost mended.

She should have been pleased by this development. Instead, as she followed the familiar curve of the shadows among the stone spires, she was distracted. Being healed meant the woman would not see her as frequently; it meant she would be alone again, and Indra could not abide this.

Her pacing stopped sporadically. Her attention would drift to shafts of discarded bone, or sharp pieces of rock, and nothing really felt right for what she desired; but she had teeth, too, and knew just how deep to cut.