Ouroboros Spine deerchild

i love shikoba it’s an honor

The woman who responded to her call was not Kukutux, but it was a face she knew.

Sivullik had met deer child at the borders.
Vairë took a single, shaking step forwards, unsure if she was welcome here anymore. They had marked her.

They had laughed at her and they had marked her and she didn’t understand anything.

She went to a knee. The rest of her body collapsed gracelessly along with her.

She leaned forward onto one of her forelegs, tears welling in her eyes, blood smearing onto a limb, and when she spoke, it was aching.

They laughed at me. I cannot be fixed.